I just done the best I knows how.” “Honey, it be prettier than a painted picture.” “Imma thinkin’ Clemmy Sue, it be mighty wet out yonder and we be lookin’ poorly, maybe we ought not be goin’ to Ruby’s tonight. 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.
However, today she realizes deep down in her soul the only way to accomplish what she needs to achieve meant she has no choice other than to drive on the wet muddy roads. Therefore, late Saturday afternoon Clemmy Sue lifts her petite frame into the cab of her rusty Ford pickup and cautiously eases out of her driveway and slowly turns south onto Flat Bottom Road and follows it along the edge of the Dismal Swamp toward the isolated home of her dearest friend Estelle Louise.
My chest tightened as we rode up on the flashing lights of the police cars. A wave of relief covered me as I saw the familiar white truck that belonged to my grandmother parked awkwardly on the dirt road. The truck seemed to be blocking a dust covered SUV from entering the main road. Right beside the SUV sat my grandmother’s golf cart. My family let out a seemingly rehearsed sigh of relief when we saw Alma talking to a police officer.
The story begins on a very cold Wednesday night, when I was 12, my dad, sister, and I was headed back home from church. Driving home that night, we came upon the bright yellow blinking lights to turn left off the highway to head home, as we had done so many times before. The next thing I knew, I found myself tumbling out of my dad's beat up old pickup truck, as we were turning the corner. The only thing I remember is tumbling out so fast and my head being very close to the back tire. In addition, I could read clearly the word Goodyear, my dad’s tires.
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.
Alexander MacDonald is driving along the 401, a famous Ontario highway, to visit his older brother, Calum, in Toronto. As his car passes a farm, he sees tractors plowing down old crops, and immediately thinks of his grandmother. He reflects on a moment when once, outside Leamington, his grandmother had been visiting and “burst into tears”(2) at the sight of the rejected and overripe tomatoes being ploughed under. She called it an “awful waste” (2) and had to be restrained from running into the fields to “save”(2) the tomatoes. The fertile lands of Ontario are in sharp contrast to the harsh and barren landscape of Cape Breton where the people value the scarce produce the land provides.
The Grimm brothers’ write that as “she went to the bed and pulled back the curtains. Grandmother was lying there with her cap pulled down over her face and looking very strange.” This, along with the other signs of “Oh grandmother what big... ears... eyes... hands... mouth you have!” Surely this should have been enough for Red to recognize the wolf and leave before getting eaten. Yet, she still fails to identify him, making this use of pathos extremely successful in setting off a feeling of complete frustration inside me. Perrault's version of the story is almost identical in this sense. Red’s initial thoughts are similar because Perrault writes that “She was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her nightclothes.” Additionally, the whole incident of “Grandmother, what big arms... legs... ears... eyes... teeth you have!” Once again Red is unaware of the signs that should have made it clear to her that it was really the wolf in her grandma’s bed.
It isn’t a surprise that Reverend Hale gets upset with him later in the play. In Act III, John Proctor and Mary Warren (one of the girls that follow Abby) have evidence against Abigail so they come to the court. Judge Danforth asks Mary to faint but she can’t. Danforth states that “… here we have no afflicting spirit loose.” And then implies that there was one during the other session of court (Miller 188). This question makes it clear that Danforth cannot see past the innocent faces of the girls and into the evil that lurks below.
The winding road looked wet from the previous rain storm, but instead was covered with a thin layer of black ice. The old ford lurched off the road and climbed a hill adjacent to the road, only to roll back down and land roof first into the icy terrain. As I was hanging upside down, dangling by my seatbelt, I could feel blood dripping onto my face. I remember the buzzing in my head, my mom screaming my name, but I couldn’t reply. Everything was in slow motion.
“ Her collars and cuffs were white organdy trimmed with lace and at her neckline she had pinned spray of cloth violets containing a sachet. In case of an accident, anyone who seeing her dead on the highway would know at once that she was a lady.” (O’Connor 1009-1010) The Grandmother denounces others throughout the whole story; in fact racism is seen and expressed through her character. She spends all her time just thinking about herself, flawing other but never her own actions or judgment. The Grandmother can be seen as a hypocrite to many, her dishonesty and lack of mindfulness is the leading cause to her and her family death. In the article, “ One of my Babies: The Misfit and the Grandmother” by Stephen C. Bandy, the author Bandy studies the main characters those being the Grandmother and the Misfit.
How long you figure before we save up and get the fourth wall torn out and a fourth wall-TV put in? It’s only two thousand dollars,’” (18). To her, $2,000 is nothing, she doesn’t think about how much it really is, or how much of an impact it will have on her and Montag’s daily lives. After burning a woman with her books, Montag becomes sick to the core, and only wants Mildred to comply with his simple request of turning down the parlor, yet she still, being so selfish, doesn’t even turn it down one bit. (STEWE-2) “‘Will you turn it off for a sick man?’ ‘I’ll turn it down.’ She went out of the room and did nothing to the parlor and came back.
Tear blurred her vision as she ran, But she eventually gave up and sat against a big rock. She continued to cry , but as she looked to the right she saw a pink lily floating in her pool of tear. Numbecko had been walking the woods in a depressed state. All numbecko wanted was to be with a beautiful women with such mystery like Eugenia. Numbecko felt they had made a wonderful connection, and couldn 't believe it ended so abruptly.