Even people and their family are totally different, they can always find something in common such us the relationships between a husband and a wife, or between parents and children. Both writers, Linda Hogan and Robert Hayden, wrote about their memories and feelings about their family. Hogan used different colors to describe her view of her parents, grandparents, and A Chickasaw tribe; while Hayden used sounds to describe his tough relationship with his father. Linda defines her self as a part of a bid family that includes immediate family, extended family, and a Chickasaw tribe; Robert defines himself as a part of family that includes only his father and their house. “Those Winter Sundays” is a description of a father’s selfless love for his son who is young and oblivious to this love, who is ungrateful and doesn’t understand parents’ love.
I was raised in Arizona in the city of Phoenix. My Father used to work in a very small town call Cornville, Arizona, the town was about a two-hour drive from Phoenix. He would come down every weekend; sometimes he would stay for just the weekend and others the whole week. It was very rare that we would go visit just because any breaks that we had from school that were longer than two days, we would go to my grandmother house in Sonora, Mexico. It was the Monday of the 1st day of spring break; my mother told us to get ready because after breakfast we were going to be leaving with my dad to spend spring break with him.
Ding-Dong Ditching, rolling down hills in huge smokey black colored tires, and toilet-papering my grandmas 3 story house, have in the past been energetic laugh-out-loud moments that I have to remember. So on this trip in particular, I learned what cardboard sledding was. My family had lived out in CA for many years, so they knew about all the ways you can have fun with hills. And cardboard sledding down long hills of dried grass, was one of them. In my little 9-year-old-mind, cardboard sledding would be so much fun.
Our home had an attic with two small rooms that were occupied by me and two my sisters, Deborah and Theresa. Our old house always made a creaking sound as I step down on the wooden steps to the kitchen, the heart of my family and home. I find myself caught in two different backgrounds, opposing ones that clash. My father was raised as a vaquero, meanwhile; my mother had been nurtured by a family of farmers. My mother could not accustom to the llano and persuaded my father to move to the town of Guadalupe after I was born.
Dora Medina calims her first memory of working in the field as when she was six years old. Many of the children join the field work young at their age because the family need every little help they can get. The children often feel they belong to the field and feel out of the place when they attend school. Being educated is a challenge especially for the seasonal farm workers. The farm workers that works for the crops of the season need to travel around, moving their families several times throughout the year.
When we moved to Idaho it was just my family living in Idaho in a light brown house with a star on top. When I got older we used to visit them frequently and stayed for weeks there until we had to come back to Idaho. I didn 't personally want to go back to Idaho because most of my cousins lived in Utah and none of them in Idaho besides me. Once we came to Idaho my sister kept complaining how boring Idaho was and she wanted to move back to Utah because she misses them. I didn’t really mind since I already made friends in my neighborhood that were my age, but I did miss
When I was younger, I would spend many weekends staying with my step sister in Muncie. She lived with her boyfriend in a small house. I never knew what he did for a living, until one day he showed me a little mig machine that he had just bought from a buddy of his. He showed me the basics of what he does and said that all day he would go to his work and just weld different projects together. He told me stories about how he would go to places like Michigan, Wisconsin, Oklahoma, even Alabama and Georgia.
Well, it’s been a quiet week in Solbury, North Carolina, my hometown, out in the middle of the rolling hills of the Piedmont. The rocky red clay soil that covered the ground was difficult to till but marked the area for farmers. Everyone in the small town had an everyday routine they followed. The kids in the town would get up earlier than the sun and their parents everyday to feed their animals or do morning chores. Then, the women or grandmother’s of the house would get up soon after to make breakfast and start cleaning.
When I was twelve my best friends name was Jamyra also known as “Jam” for short. We were inseparable, spending days and nights, sometimes even weeks together on end. Nothing could tear us apart, not a mountain, not one person, not even being three thousand miles away from each other, so we thought. In the summer of 2006 our parents surprised us, we were going to summer camp together for a week! We were so ecstatic being able to be away from our families to sleep in a cabin with random kids, going on adventures, doing cool activates, and eating as much junk food as we wanted.
In the Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life, Barbara Kingsolver 's family, which consisted of her husband, Steven L. Hopp, and her two daughters, Camille and Lily used to live in Tucson, Arizona but Kingsolver began to feel that they had an unnecessary drain on local resources, especially water. The family had always owned property in the Appalachia region and visited the property every summer. One year they decided to move to their property in the Appalachia permanently around when Lily was entering third grade and Camille was a year away from going to college. The move inspired a year-long experiment which was aiming to eat only local food. Kingsolver claims the reasons for the dramatic switch in their diet was to eat food with
Jim lives with his grandparents in Black Hawk, and two farmhands, Jake and Otto Fuchs. Jim arrives in Nebraska after his parents have died, at the same time as Antonia and her family. The Shimerda family live close to Jim’s grandparents, and they become friends. Jim teaches Antonia to speak English, and they spend a lot of time together exploring where they live. The Shimerdas are not doing very well in Nebraska, and Jim’s grandparents try to help them by providing food and items they can use.
J.B. remarried and she and her husband became involved in a conservative Baptist church in southern Ohio. They raised three children, while he worked in a metal alloys factory and she operated the church’s daycare center. They both retired early and followed two of their children when they moved out of the area. After moving, her husband had several hospitalizations due to cardiac issues, and since they weren’t old enough to qualify for Medicare, they collected a great number of medical bills. Instead of claiming bankruptcy, they foreclosed on their house, moved to one of their son’s rentals, and
It had been three years since the Dust Bowl Drought started and it was really affecting my family. My mom, Laurie had to really work hard to support the family and help to play for house repairs that we needed after all of the storms hit. My father, Jonathan worked on the farm right behind our house to try to keep me, mom, and him fed. It was 3:00 I had just got home from school and my parents were still working. I walked inside to see what was cooking, dad had chicken pot pie in the oven.
Recently, a friend of the family, Lindsey, and my sister, Karie, went to Petco to volunteer. Earlier this year, during spring break, we went there often. So, considering this project required some sort of community involvement, and since we all had been wanting to go for a while now, I decided to call up Linsday and schedule some time we could all go together. Linsday is 19 and goes to college at Washburn University, originally on a softball scholarship, but just this summer she decided to quit softball in order to focus on other things in her life. I respected that, but still I was sad to see her leave something behind, especially something she was so brilliantly good at!
Scout is now forty six and living in Colorado, she’s a grammar school teacher and a mother of two. She’s been married for 19 years with Henry Stub, a pediatrician. Living in a country style community she learns to ride horses and raise farm animals. Her two daughters Amilia and Catrina would help in the farm all the time as children but now they are grown with their own lives. Now it’s just the two of them, Scout and Henry and their farm animals.