Golden light from a Texas sunset illuminating stark white fields of cotton, green and yellow tractors leisurely making their way down the middle of Main Street, and a community that will always support you are just a few things one might experience if you came to my hometown in rural Texas. Matador, Texas isn't just a dusty old town in the middle of nowhere, it is a town that no matter who you are or what you are trying to do, hard work is always required; it is where I grew up from the day I was born, spent lazy summer days reading and writing abstract stories without distractions of people, traffic, or even the ever-present cell phone, and where I learned about a whole other side of society, one where the community gathers together for anything
Time. 10:19 p.m. South Florida. The traffic light rests at red for an eternity, mocking me with its condescending gaze. I quickly turned my head both directions, not a car in sight for what it seemed to be miles.
In Plano, Texas, many drive to get from place to place, but for this suburban mom’s fear of driving has gotten difficult. For Kalika Patel, driving was never a difficult task, but through past experiences it has gotten difficult. She said this “started when I was running regular errands, but suddenly my blood pressure increased, and I became dizzy” This may not sound like anything major, but after this first incident, this occurred to her many other times. Mrs. Patel said “this kept happening over and over again, finally it felt as it was an anxiety problem” Currently, she still deals with anxiety, but she said “that [her] condition has gotten much better from the few years ago, when this innocent first occurred,” as she told our news team.
I’ve completed my move to Houston. I traded in my Maryland license for a Texas one. With that said, I’ve found a new church home. I joined Wheeler Avenue Baptist Church on January 13th. The church is very similar to STCF.
My great great grandparents, Fred and Edith Shawcross, made the long journey from Indiana to Colorado to forge a new life. Once deep into the west, the road disappeared from the land like evaporating water. Their horse and wagon, carrying only their prized possessions, blindly maneuvered its way through the golden grasses of the plain to finally reach Abbott. The tiny town became a community of homesteads as more people filed in, attempting to prevail in dry farming. Day in and day out, the Shawcross’ were on the hunt for water, a seemingly impossible task on the arid plains, where the despotic sky deprived the land of its moisture.
Kristen Small English 10 Period 8 10/12/16 Final PN Topic: My trip to San Marcos, Texas. Thesis: My week in Texas felt like 3 days to me.
Why is it that when we think of America, we think of a rural community or a farm house at dawn with an American flag flying high? Sometimes we imagine little children in overalls, laughing, playing, and running in their backyards next to a cornfield. Unfortunately, that picture of children playing next to a cornfield might soon be exactly what it is: a memory. “The Heartland and the Rural Youth Exodus” by Patrick Carr and Maria Kefalas write on the issues of the youth migration leaving the rural areas of America. While reading this chapter, it became evidently clear that Carr and Kefalas did not fully convince older, retired, small business owners that the youth are leaving rural America because of their use of self-experiences and with a large
If you are feeling a little confused that’s okay, this is judgment free zone. I am twenty three years old and on the verge of graduating this December, And my interpretation of messages changes every day that I mature and grow as a person.
Hello my name is Johanth, I was born in San luis Rio Colorado, Sonora. At the age of 6 I was enough fortunate to move to San Luis, Arizona. Since a young age I’ve been very successful in mathematics. I’ve gone to cty at Seattle University and Roger Williams University. Also, I am a car enthusiast I love and enjoy learning and knowing specs about new cars, all types, from sedans to hypercars.
The community I grew up in central Texas celebrated my heritage, honored differences in culture, and fostered personal growth and self-discovery. My parents, with the strong work ethic they developed on their family’s farms in Ghana, encouraged my brother and me to work hard and find ways to use our skills to be of service to others, which wasn’t hard to do growing up in Austin with its many avenues to become involved and take care of the community, whether it was helping to direct families through the Trail of Lights at Zilker Park during the winter or raise money for educational programs for underprivileged kids in the area through working the concession stands at the University of Texas at Austin. It was this collaborative mindset that Austin
We lived in the North Heights area of Amarillo, across the train tracks and I guess we would considered urban. Growing up in the 60’s we had neighborhood schools, I attended kindergarten at Miss Rosenberg’s Kindergarten, we graduated with white caps and gowns and I was really happy. She was a black woman with a Jewish sounding name, who was our leader who taught us the basic of learning. I attended North Heights Elementary School beginning in first through sixth grade Our high school, Carver High School was forced to close its doors to integrate and become a junior high school by the order the president of the United States. As I mentioned we had teachers that taught us, because they were like us, we didn’t experience a great deal of discipline
El Paso and Ciudad Juarez lie side by side, but are separated by the Rio Grande. The border’s way of life relies on the dividing line. As a resident of Ciudad Juarez, I experience a blend of cultures on an everyday basis. However, in 2010 the unique culture of the city was darkened by the shedding violence in Ciudad Juarez. Ciudad Juarez came to be known as the deadliest city in the world.
Growing up, I never believed I had an identity. When I delve back to my earliest of memories, both English and Spanish made an appearance in my dialogue. Because my life had always remained constrained in a blend of American and Mexican culture, it was difficult to distinguish exactly which group I resonated most with. Here in the Rio Grande Valley, it is an internal war that is fought constantly. Whoever could predominantly show their Mexican heritage would be held at a great regard for not neglecting their roots.
Ok the first, I was born in Laredo tx spent a good few years living there then we moved to Austin. Then my dad wanted my mom and me to move to Arkansas I was still 4 or 5. My dad convinced my mom and we went, then my mom started having suspicions about my dad cheating. And it wasn 't long after that my mom caught him
The Rio Grande Valley is located in the border region of Texas and Mexico. I live approximately five hours away from the nearest big city, San Antonio, and fifteen minutes away from the nearest international bridge. The Rio Grande Valley isolates residents from the presence of different cultures and languages other than its own Mexican culture. Growing up in the Rio Grande Valley, I have been raised in a community of approximately ninety percent Hispanics of Mexican descent.
When I was 14 I had to move to San Clemente, California. I had already recently moved temporarily to Texas while a house was made ready for us on the military base. “The house is ready!” my mother had said excitedly, after being on the phone for a few minutes. “It’s time to go back?”