“Guess I’ll finish this tomorrow; hey, I wonder where that old guy went?” He looked around as he loaded his tools into the wheelbarrow and pushed it back to the house. His father met him inside with a cold glass of lemonade; it tasted cold and sweet and was just the thing he needed, after his morning labor. “Dad,” he said, “have you ever seen the cemetery so empty as today?” “What do you mean?” His father replied. “I saw plenty of people around; it’s just as busy as always. How far did you get before the rain started, son?” “Uh, I got about half of the front and right sides cleared.” He took a long drink of the lemonade and watched his Dad laying out some lasagna noodles in the bottom of a glass casserole dish.
Slightly overgrown, weeds peak through the cracks and make an obvious division of the concrete into six concrete panels. The grass of the Grange is slightly dry. There are a few dirt patches and rocky places in the modest landscape. Two large, forest green bushes overtake the two main windows, darkening the house and hiding some of the details in a quick glance. A large tree provides shade over the house and is about as tall as the peak of the roof.
I can smell the trees and the flowering shrubs as a gentle wind blows them my way. As I head outside through the basement door, I see about seven ants speeding across the sidewalk like little hot wheel race cars. When they make it to the end of the sidewalk, the ants disappear into the rather lengthy, thick, green, grass. Compared to the size of the ants, the grass looks like the Giant Sequoia trees of the Sequoia National Park. This would not be a good time to cut the grass due to the fact that it is still damp from yesterday’s heavy rain.
Fruit bats have a habitat of thick forests. A group of fruit bats are called a camp or a colony. What they eat... Fruit bats eat [its hinted in their name] all types of fruit like bananas,peaches and mango but they often eat more nectar and pollen than fruit. Fruit bats are alo very useful to us because they suck out the pollen from flowers and pollinate another flower or plant so it can grow and we can eat it. Predators...
He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial. A Brook In The City The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. But what about the brook That held the house as in an elbow-crook? I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength And impulse, having dipped a finger length And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed A flower to try its currents where they crossed. The meadow grass could be cemented down From growing under pavements of a town; The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
The Joads leave the government camp early the next morning. While fixing a flat tire on the truck, a well-dressed man offers them work as peach pickers. When they arrive at the Hooper Ranch, policemen escort them through wire gates. Angry, shouting people surround the entrance. Inside the gates, the Joads are registered and begin picking fruit for five cents a box.
As far as age group the youngest resident was 65 years, which in my opinion, is a very young age to be in a nursing home and from the conversation I had with him he appeared to be fine and functioned. When dinner was over most the residents were placed in rows against the wall outside their rooms. I was able to explore some of the residents’ rooms and noticed a lot of religious paintings and statues which adorned their small and simple bedrooms. The religious artwork depicted that of the Christian religion which included the cross, Jesus, and others saints. Back in the hallway
We built a vegetable stand and dad hooked up a doorbell that rang in the house when a person would stop to buy our vegetables. We painted a sign that said Tomatoes, Potatoes, and Cucumbers. Our job during the day was to man the stand. We sold tomatoes for 50 cents a pound, potatoes for 25 cents a pound, and cucumbers were 25 cents each. By the end of the day, we would have sold out of most of the vegetables and when he arrived home we all went to the garden to pick more for the next day.
In the short story A&P by John Updike we have Sammy a 19 year old teenager who is a checkout boy at an A&P grocery store. One Thursday summer day at work he sees three girls in nothing but bathing suites (Updike27). He being a male immediately analyzes each girl from their physical appearance, to the texture and patterns of their bathing suits, to the different margins of their tan lines. Many when reading this story may say he is a careless childlike young man, Ill mannered and immature for quitting his job. Many think that he was mesmerized and to impress these girls especially Queenie he decides to take their side and quit, but what many don’t realize that Sammy reasons for quitting runs much deeper then impressing three girls.
In John Updike’s “A&P”, the reader is introduced to Sammy, a young man who is fresh out of high school and working as a cashier at the local A&P grocery store. This is a pretty boring job until this day, when three young girls, wearing only bathing suits, come strolling in. Being a sleepy little town, this causes quite a big stir, especially for Sammy. This could be the most thrilling thing that’s ever happened to him at work. It’s certainly more entertaining than creating songs to the sounds of the cash register.