Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world
In the poem “The Century Quilt” by Marilyn Nelson Waniek the “Century Quilt” is a nostalgic necessity of the narrator. The upbringing of nostalgia throughout the poem is the telling of an Odyssey, a journey home though not physical but emotional. Through the constant use of pragmatic imagery that is erupting with allusions to the past and the unusual use of form that gives the poem a platform to project itself Waniek is able to produce a stunning display of emotion and nostalgia that displays the complex meanings of the quilt and the vital importance of it to the narrator.
“Flying,” by Alice Miller is a complex story about a woman named Allie, who reminisces about a time spent when her cousin Mack taught her to fly when she was just a young girl. On different occasions when Mack visited, he would show her how to do new things.
Waving goodbye from the backseat of the car, as we pull out of my parent’s driveway. Looking out the window at the oddly, white shaped clouds. Thinking, I had never been away from my parents and my younger sister for so long, even though it was only for two weeks. I was excited and scared all at once, but I wasn’t too thrilled about the whole 29-hour drive there. Hoping that the trip would go well and nothing bad will happen to us.
Days later, i made my decision to fly. It was risky for me but I wanted to get there as fast as possible. I was packing my bags day after day, night after night. When everything was done and over with, I got the rest of my things and said goodbye, I’ll
I remember the first time I flew in an airplane. My eight-year-old self looked out the window of the terminal I was taking off from, astounded by the large size of the vehicle. Worried, I thought to myself how could something that big fly with so many people? Yet, as the plane took off my worries became excitement. Not only was this my first flight, this was the event that marked the start of my new life, my takeoff from Vietnam to America.
Walker’s story “Everyday use” describes an interaction within a small African American family. Where the speaker’s daughter ‘Dee’ comes to visit her and ‘Maggie’ Dee’s younger sister during which, Dee demands the quilts mother has already promised to Maggie. The argument causes Maggie to concede and Dee leaves the pair with some harsh parting words. Mother wants them to be put to everyday use and she promises them to Maggie because she will use them. Like archaic pieces belonging to a museum Dee regards the quilts, "But they're priceless!" and even goes as far as to warn her mother of what a foolish decision it would be to give them to her sister, “Maggie can't appreciate these quilts!" she said. "She'd probably be backward enough to put them
"I'm not getting on that plane," I yelled! "Yes you are," my older sister, Olivia, screamed. I cried as the plane took off, and I squeezed my sister's hand tightly, as if that was going to help the plane stay in the sky. As soon as the plane reached 32,000 feet, I felt as if weight had been lifted off my shoulder, and I knew God was watching over me. As soon as the mission team and I stepped on to the White Dove farm, where we were staying, we felt the presence of God all around us. The farm felt peaceful, and felt as if we were protected from the dangers lurking outside the gate. We all unpacked and settled down into our beds. Before I went to bed I prayed to God and thanked him for allowing me to face my fear of the small plane ride to
The quilt are a huge sysmbol for the stories theme. The mother believes by giving Maggie the quilts she will appreciate and value them much more than Dee. Dee only wants to display them once she returns to college. Dee just wants have the quilt as a trophy where it
On June 16th, 2016, I had the opportunity of going on the most amazing adventure I’ve ever been on. I had the privilege of traveling to Haiti for a mission’s trip. Although June 16th was the longest/ one of the hardest days of my life, the outcome was so worth
Trip into My
So you 've inherited a family quilt, and discovered that it has deteriorated over the years. The normal aging process of textiles cannot be halted, but there are some things that can be done to help restore a quilt to its former glory. Every quilt is unique, and prospects for restoration will be different from quilt to quilt, but if your heirloom is in poor condition, this is the place to go for information about getting help for it. As stated on the homepage, "Don 't let your family quilt sadly crumble away." Click on this website link, Heirloom Quilt Restoration at www.restorequilts.com and you will find lots of information about caring for your vintage quilt, and how to store it properly. If you decide that your quilt may need some restoration or repair done, you can see that the process is tailored to the individual needs of each quilt. The specific needs for each quilt will differ. Since there are so many types of deterioration that can affect a quilt, it is important to find out what the specific problems are and what some possible solutions are. You can 't un-do the ageing from normal use or previous poor storage conditions, but you can learn how to properly care for and store your heirloom to avoid causing additional damage. If you want to have an evaluation done, there will be a small fee charged. When you email for more information, you will receive an offer to email any pictures of your quilt and its damage for a no-cost assessment. Specific recommendations or
"I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself-so like a brother, really." Camus' words came to me as I stepped out the airplane and into the sky. It was on an unplanned July day that my two best friends, Fiona and Matthew had
It was a gorgeous warm summer day in Lake Havasu, Arizona. I watch the watch the waves move, as i sat in my water front hotel room. Today was the day that I had been waiting for, I finally was going jetskiing. I was so excited. I knew that today
My journey the day I left my home country in search of a better life was not as pleasurable or exciting as I expected. Although it was not a long flight, the accumulation of unexpected vicissitudes during the trip made my dream of traveling an absolute nightmare. Not only my sadness to be leaving my family behind, the uncertainty to fly alone and for the first time, or my inexperience with the procedures at the airport contributed to this calamity, but even my neighbor on the plane added his bit of sand in the affair. All this situation was such traumatic to me that I even considered never daring to fly again.