Clemmie Sue Jarvis, an elderly vivacious pig farmer and longtime resident in the farming hamlet of Wrongberight, Virginia she heads south on Grayson Road, late Saturday afternoon. As she drives down the narrow two lane county road, she likes to pretend that she is Danica Patrick on the final lap at the Daytona 500. The checkered flag in sight, her petite foot has the pedal to the metal and her Chevy reaches 157mph. In reality, her rusty Chevy pickup, held together with hairpins, bubble gum, and duct tape, tops out at 30mph.
In the novel “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz” the colors are used to bring meaning to the various aspects of the story. Initially when Dorothy is in Kansas at her Aunt and Uncles farm everything is presented in muted colors, like gray and dreary. This coloring also serves as a symbol for the life that Dorothy lived in Kansas. It was a boring life, simple and there wasn’t much to smile about.
Book Report #4 The book I read this quarter was Glory Be by Augusta Scattergood. Its Lexile level is 680. This book is about a 11-year old girl named Gloriana Hemphill, who now comprehends how much racism is a problem in her hometown in Mississippi in 1963.
Tricia Stewart always saw the good in every bad situation, and always saw the good in everything living. Of course she had her bad days, but those bad days turned into a life lesson usually. It could be a muggy and rainy afternoon and you could find Tricia sitting on her front porch with her dog as she read her books contently and admired the beauty of the rain falling from the sky, onto the wet pavement. The amount of positivity in this woman was unreal, and the mood of the environment around her was always lifted when she came around. Tricia grew up in the busy city of Dallas, Texas.
The fog opened his arms wide and welcomed her. She followed him up the street, past the harbour and down the long winding road to the graveyard. It had been raining so her bare feet sloshed in the mud past the fresh flowers her mother had only laid that afternoon. He led her gently, to the shared gravestone of father and daughter, John and Alice Evans.
The stench of rotten cheese and burnt bread wreaked from under my pillow. Saved from the previous night, I had breakfast awaiting to be scarfed down. Mother always said it was better than nothing, but then again, she always sat by the window. The light was drained from her face that night. It seemed like all the life was sucked out of her when we were seperated from father.
The summer rainstorms, over the past four days, have transformed the roadways, of Wrongberight a rural hamlet on the eastern shores of Virginia, into a never-ending slip and slide. It was late Saturday afternoon, when vivacious Clemmy Sue Jarvis, a petite woman of sixty three, cautiously pulled out of her driveway, and slowly turned south on to Flat Bottom Road. She maneuvered the rain soaked road with great care. Nevertheless, fifty yards from her dearest friend Estelle Louise’s long dirt driveway, her rusty Chevy pickup, kept mobile with hairpins, bubble gum, and duct tape, skidded across a massive oil slick. As a result, the pickup spins in loose circles as it continued down the middle of the narrow country road, before it finally
Entering the garage, she breathed a sigh of relief when she failed to see her husband’s car. Exiting the Mercedes, she ran her fingers through her raven hair, the blue-eyed beauty with a reputation for being high maintenance then preceded to the mailbox, before going into the house. Going straight to the kitchen, she poured a cup of coffee, sitting at the counter, she waited for her husband and father-in-law to arrive. While glancing through the mail, the phone rang, Marlene checked the caller ID, and saw it was her mother calling, rolling her eyes, she picked up the receiver. Notwithstanding, before she could say a word, Katherine raised her voice and asked, “Marlene Sue Barnes, is there anything you want to discuss with
The Magic Willow Tree stands out in the clump of bushes and dead redwoods like a bright blue stone in surrounded by grey pebbles. Arvati, my little sister and I go there every night, after my mom shrieks had silenced and my dad 's drunken state had driven him into the a stupor. I would take her hand and push her outside, away from the smoky scent and smell of whiskey into the fresh air, tinted with pollution, but undoubtedly cleaner than the stench that invested my nightmares when I stayed “home”. Today, it was my sisters 7th birthday.
Clemmy Sue Jarvis, fifteen inches taller than a doorknob, weighs less than a hummingbird, recently retired, at sixty-three, from a mundane minimum wage job. For seventeen generations her family has lived on the eastern shores, of Virginia, in the rural hamlet of Wrongberight. Recently, four intermittent summer rainstorms, have transformed the community’s roadways into a never-ending slip and slide. Late Saturday afternoon Clemmy Sue cautiously pulls out of her driveway, and slowly turns south onto Flat Bottom Road. Carefully, she maneuvers down the road in her rusty Chevy pickup that she has kept mobile with hairpins, bubble gum, and duct tape.
Besides, it might not be open.” “Oh! Hells bells, Estelle Louise, y’all knows if that Diner be closed - Ruby done gone and died. Since her name wont in the obits this morning that Diner be open. And If we gots a piece of money to be spending Ruby ain’t gonna care one iota that we be looking wetter than rain.
The area the Watsons live in (Flint Michigan) is really cold (according to the beginning of the book). Since it 's so cold out, the school kids have to bundle up in layer after layer of clothing and jackets. What they did on that “super-duper-cold Saturday” they bundled up together and dad tried to keep us warm by generating the heat on us. Joey babysits a very young girl and before they leave for Birmingham, the Watsons neighbor comes over and gives Joey a going-away gift. Joey recieves a white angel doll and puts it in her sock drawer because it 's white and it don 't look like her like their neighbor told Joey it did.
The case of Lawrance Nealson The car breaks down somewhere outside Sacramento by a small lake and a motel on it 's death bed. Marlene doesn 't sleep, so while Lawrence crashes in a worn out bed she sits on a sun bleached dock stretching into the dark lake. She sits out there for what could be five minutes or an hour (she was never good with time) before Lawrence comes out. He drops down next to her and lights a cigarette, smoke clouding around his face and feet moving around in the water. Marlene looks over at the boy who is still so, so young at only 18 and feels a bitterness for herself.
In The Crucible, many of the characters were slightly altered from the original Salem Witch Trials to make the story more interesting. Abigail Williams was one of those characters. She has several changes, some major, some minor, but they affect the story in a big way. While there are many differences, there are also some historically accurate things about her thrown in as well.