1.04 Personal Narrative

I have to throw away the books I’ve drank, so my dad won’t find them and ask what happened to the words. What would I say “I drank the words cause I’m and ink drinker.” I definitely couldn't tell my dad. My dad is one of those who believe that only God's creatures have the right to roam this earth. If you're not believed to be a creature of god a mob comes a chases you for days trying to kill you. The last one the mob chased out a young girl who her friends claimed that she was a witch. They chased her through 3 different towns trying to find and kill her. Definitely don’t want that happening to me! Tomorrow is the first day of school. I’m scared something bad might happen.

In addition, her mother spent the night patrolling their home with a German luger to protect the family from the terror they faced from their white neighbors (Hansberry 1215). The Younger’s were moving to a new home, which was something to be celebrated. Yet, by doing this they were risking their lives. Thus, the happy ending that they believed they had was about to come to an abrupt ending.

It was Christmas when Mrs. Whitestone dropped some cooking pans on the ground. She didn’t think anything of the quiet house. Then Whitestone’s grandmother called for Mrs. Whitestone. When she went in there, Whitestone wasn’t crying. She was sitting happily playing with her toys.

Observation In her story “A Good Man Is Hard to Find,” Flannery O’Connor shares the tragic experience of a grandmother and her son’s family during their trip to Florida. Although her son, Bailey, and his family act coldly and disrespectfully towards her, the grandmother maintains a positive, cheerful attitude and loves them all. When they stop by Red Sammy’s barbeque during the trip, she reflects on the golden years of the past when people would respect each other and trust in one another’s goodness (O’Connor 501). As the family continues their trip, the grandmother recalls a planation in the area that she visited as a young lady and influences the children to convince their father to take them to the house (O’Connor 502).

My name is Collier White and my great-great-great-great-great- grandmother wrote a memoir of my family’s difficult trip from England to The United States of America in the 1700s. Her name was Sarah J. Picken Cohen. I did not know her but I can tell that she was involved in my family’s story. She was involved by sharing our story in special places and sharing the memoir with lots of people.

I did it with 2 other ladies by the names of Anastasia Whithers and Ann Duke. Timothy and I came on a ship called the Mobile along with William Penovan and Henry Winkles in Melbourne on the 5th of October in 1852. I’m the daughter of Richard Butler and Ellen Barton. I’m married to Timothy Hayes and had 5 children.

It was the year of 1918 and the Great War was ending. My brother was coming home from the war and I was allowed to quit working at the factories. When my brother got home he ran to the house and began telling stories of the war. We later ate dinner and he went off to bed. Mother and I heard someone talking near his bedroom so we entered his room and he was having nightmares about the war.

October 14 7:07 am: The raindrops glisten as i walk along the road listening to my walkman.

We left England in the December of 1606 . 144 of us, all boys and men, were mainly in search of gold and other riches . When we docked in The Chesapeake bay, in 1607, there were only 104 passengers left in our vessels . I thought to myself that the worst had already passed. I had no idea of the upcoming hardships.

They approached a cottage door, and when an ancient lady cautiously opened it, Albert began: “Ma’am, please, could you spare a bit of dinner for three starving soldiers?” “Absolutely not!” was the woman’s decisive answer. A crowd of villagers gathered around the doorway when they heard her startlingly loud response. “Who were these strangers, and what did they want with Granny (the lady’s nickname) that would make her so angry?”

Rachel Rabinowitz’s family is Jewish and living in New York in the early 1900s. Her brother Sam is in 1st grade and her parents are hard working. One day when Rachel and her Mom visited Rachel’s dad at work, a woman started crying. It turns out Rachel’s Dad was having an affair on Rachel’s Mother.

Jeannette’s family has shaped her into an independent person at a young age. When Erma has died one winter, Uncle Stanley and grandpa moved to an apartment in a basement filled with spray painted curse words that the landlord never gotten to cover them. Every weekend, Jeanette’s family takes turn to bathe there. As Lori was enjoying her time in the bathroom, Rosemary was doing cross word puzzle in grandpa’s room, Uncle Stanley and Jeannette were together watching TV in his room. His hand moved to her thighs and even after she knocked it away, his hands came crawling back.

It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us. At the time I was four and Kaden (my brother) was 4 months. The day started off normal, Kaden was sleeping as usually and I was looking out the window watching raindrops race each other. At that moment I remember feeling happy and content just ready to drift off to sleep, when Suddenly the tires started Squealing. My mind was then cast into a sea of darkness that seem to have no escape.

I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now. The school system in Pakistan just did not seem right anymore, I missed my school in Canada which I had attended for just a year. I struggled to live in Pakistan for three years and in 2008, my mother decided

Jimmiela Bruessard 9th Honors Mrs.Smith Tonight? I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.”