Student Name: Pam Cross ENG 1010-2C (DeSalvo) Date Submitted: April 15, 2015 The Garden Pam Cross Growing up we always had a garden. It was our summertime project that happened every season. It wasn’t a small garden but a vast parcel of land that my dad created with his own two hands, hard work, and determination. The home I grew up in sat on a double lot. Dad carved out ¼ of the second lot into our garden.
Eulogy for Lennie Smalls For those of you who don’t know me, I am George Milton. Not only was Lennie my best friend, he was like a brother to me, and I to him. Lennie’s aunt Clara was a good friend of mine, so when she passed on, I promised I would look after him. He was the kindest, gentlest soul I had ever met, and he never meant any harm to anything or anyone. He was also known to sometimes find himself in sticky situations; the last of which being when he petted Curly’s wife’s hair a little too violently, but he never wished harm on anyone.
He was a hard worker, a provider, a teacher, and a father. He taught me how to be a man and how to make an honest living. I couldn’t ask for anything more he was everything a dad and a father should be. He couldn’t read or write but he could fix anything you asked him to. He didn’t need book smarts if it were mechanical he could take it apart and put it back together.
Marty would always be polite to people, but he generally preferred to keep it to himself. After college, Marty became a successful network administrator for a large financial company and married his longtime girlfriend. A dedicated family man, Marty spends most of his free time doing home improvement projects and looking after his two children. Mike Scanlon, on the other hand, could never be described as shy. He was the student that teachers dreaded having in their classroom: boisterous, unruly, and indifferent to authority.
My ancestors emigrated from England and my heritage is that of Scottish, English, and aboriginality. My father is the oldest from a family of 2 boys, since my father was the oldest he was like a second father, he was always out his father with the farm and at the age of 12 was sent out to work at a chook farm. My mother being the middle child of seven brothers and sisters, my mother had to take her place in the care of the house work. Both grew in the same type of family and both knew what it took to work hard to get what they wanted in life. When I was growing up I was never given all the things that I wanted, my parents taught me that I had to work had if I wanted anything, that I only got what I needed not what I wanted.
They had they own land and farm and lots of animals and with all that, incredible amount of work for anybody who decided to come for a visit. I understand what Bobbie is trying to say in her memoir. My aunt and uncle lived about an hour away from town. My family and I always went to visit every other Sunday after church to eat lunch. Everything we had to eat was home-grown and home-cooked.
MILITARY JOURNAL OF AN AMERICAN Prologue: This General of the American revolutionary war was not given any name while I was writing this document paper. This General is from the country side of New York;he grew up as a farmer and was called for the war. He made his way up the ranks during the war after his general had died on the battlefield. He was a great leader and an even better speaker. He has a wife of 4 years, back home and shares the farm with his mom and dad.
There was always lots to do at my grandparents house with them living out in the country. And being a young boy the possibilities seemed endless! Now I’m sure you’re thinking that all I did was play outside from sun up till sun
Additionally, the two encounter bonding experiences such as being in the cave during the thunderstorm. Although Huck has been on his own for majority of his life, he is still only a child, and children get scared and seek protection and comfort. Huck confesses to Jim, while in the cave, “this is nice” and that he “wouldn’t want to be nowhere else but [there]” (60). Huck enjoys being in Jim’s company, considering he has been alone for so long. Also, Jim is serving as protection and comforts Huck by just being there with him.
The 9/11 Attacks: My Splendor I awoke the morning of September 11th like any other day. Comfortably lying in my bed, warm and snug. I was dreaming and at total peace, oblivious to the world around me. Suddenly, I sprang up to the blaring sound of my pulsating alarm clock. The sun was up and shining into my bed room window.