The sun catches on the many colors of transparent glass: Forest green, cobalt blue, peachy pink, and amber yellow forms a surrealistic prism around the room. In the swirling colors, Victorian dolls dance. This is the image that comes to mind when I think of a spring morning at Grandma’s Antique Shop.
Gravel crunches as I walk toward the old gray house. Above the steps is a baby blue sign that reads "Todd's Treasures," a hoe and rake form a pyramid over the sign. The steps are wooden and give gently with each quick step I take. The sleigh bells on the door jingles as I open it calling, "Hello Grandma." My voice echoes and Grandma says hello from wherever she is, usually the desk.
The smell of cinnamon gently envelops me as I step inside. Most antique stores smell musty and old like the merchandise they hold. I close the door softly, but the sleigh bells still jingle. In the summer and spring, when the refreshing smell of potpourri fills the store, Grandma offers me a soda or ice cream, but today, in the fall, she offers a cup of coffee. Grandma goes back to the kitchen, where she prepares two cups of steamy brown liquid, and I walk around the rooms of her antique store.
The first room is bright and shiny. This is the room that turns into a prism in the mornings. Transparent glasses of forest green and cobalt blue sit on shelves in the back. There is depression glass with hues of peachy pink, light blue, and amber. Lusterware shines with its strange combination of gold and periwinkle, with hand painted scenes of cherry trees on them. All of the glass shines dust free. Signs inform customers "NO SMOKING" and "I break, I buy; You break, you buy!" The signs are painted in bold green letters.
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...d with glass balls, and ceramic icicles hang from the branches. Toys are near by, as if Santa has visited a little early. A dozen Christmas stockings are pinned to the wall; some even have things peeking out. A brick chimney climbs through the middle of the floor and out the roof. When I leave the enchanted corner, and go down the steps I close the door, so that the warm air stays down.
When I reach the foot of the stairs, Grandma hands me a Folders Mocha Fresco and we move into the front room where we can help any customers that happen by. I sit in a chair near the desk and Grandma sits behind it. We drink our coffee and talk about the antique business and life, while the glass in the room cuts a multicolored sunset into the room as the sun goes down. We then wash our mugs, and while Grandma locks up I go out the door, to the tune of the tinkling sleigh bells.
In conclusion, even though some of the Congress processes and its structure seem to be made to slow things down and to reduce effectiveness, they exist to, as discussed in class, protect the minority from the tyranny of the majority. After all, one of the main objectives of having a government is to create a balanced society, and to reduce the chances of having social convulsion and anarchy.
Beckers, R., Goss, S., Deneubourg, J. L., & Pasteels, J. M. (1989). Colony size, communication, and ant foraging strategy. Psyche, 96(3-4), 239-256.
The poem ‘High windows’ symbolises the transparency of life but there is still a physical and psychological barrier to life outside the ‘windows’ that we are unable to comprehend. As the windows creates a mood of reflection, that in fact the glass can be interpret as a mirror, rather than barrier but a reflection of our understanding of what life lies ahead. As it starts within us, as the thought of looking through the ‘high windows’ for meaning is impossible as the ‘sun-comprehending glass’, the sun sends a beam of light
Marie’s grandparent’s had an old farm house, which was one of many homes in which she lived, that she remembers most. The house was huge, she learned to walk, climb stairs, and find hiding places in it. The house had a wide wrap around porch with several wide sets of stairs both in front and in back. She remembers sitting on the steps and playing with one of the cats, with which there was a lot of cats living on the farm...
Sigmund Freud was one of the most iconic psychologist in the twentieth century. He developed various theory in the field of psychology. Although, some of his work is outdated, his impact on the field is still strongly felt. One of his theory that he put forward was the belief that a person’s personality was set in childhood, along with the idea that if someone tried to analyze the psyche of a person, they’ll put up barriers, or defense mechanism, to “lie” to themselves. Freud’s work on the psychoanalytic is still used to treat depression and various anxiety disorder.
During time, as it developed more powerful and more well known, “it became one of the most urbanized societies in the pre-industrial world.” During the peak of its empire, it had one of the largest inhabitants on the planet. The empire had an abundance of cities such as the city of Rome. These cities had features such as: overcrowded slums, busy streets, plazas, imposing public administrative buildings, and so on. The Roman Empire controlled around 2000 "cities". The cities all had they’re own communities which meant they looked after themselves without need from a higher power. The majority of the cities formed a grid like pattern. In these blocks would be located homes for the rich and the poor. Also on the streets would be shops, cafes, workshops and
As I put her slippers on her feet, it feels like I am dressing a cold doll. My mother begins styling my grandmothers hair and asks me to tweeze my grandmothers’ eyebrows when I am done with the task I am currently working on. The process of preparing my grandmother’s body for the viewing seems to be relaxing for my mother. I then realize this will be the last time she gets to do my grandmother’s hair.
It was finally fall break. I was visiting my grandma for a few days. Well past dinnertime, I pulled up to the white stately home in northern rural Iowa. I parked my car, unloaded my bag and pillow, and crunched through the leaves to the front porch. The porch was just how I had seen it last; to the right, a small iron table and chairs, along with an old antique brass pole lamp, and on the left, a flowered glider that I have spent many a summer afternoon on, swaying back and forth, just thinking.
Like most old houses set atop old hills, weather had taken its toll. The bricks were worn and faded from their red, pink, black shades. The softened wooden door looked as if one more heavy night of rain could take it down. The bricks were oddly shaped; uneven almost-rectangles stacked upon each other in the haphazard pattern that bricks always seemed to be placed in.
Sigmund Freud created strong theories in science and medicine that are still studied today. Freud was a neurologist who proposed many distinctive theories in psychiatry, all based upon the method of psychoanalysis. Some of his key concepts include the ego/superego/id, free association, trauma/fantasy, dream interpretation, and jokes and the unconscious. “Freud remained a determinist throughout his life, believing that all vital phenomena, including psychological phenomena like thoughts, feelings and phantasies, are rigidly determined by the principle of cause and effect” (Storr, 1989, p. 2). Through the discussion of those central concepts, Freud’s theory of psychoanalysis becomes clear as to how he construed human character.
Stadler, B. and A. Dixon. 2008. Mutualism: Ants and Their Insect Partners. Cambridge University Press, New York.
As I look back on my childhood a great number of memories hide in my mind; sleepovers with friends, hanging upside down on the monkey bars, eating ice cream are but a few. The one memory that doesn't hide is of the postcard perfect house that I love and adore. From the hearty cattails and rose brown apple trees to the grilled cheese, this place reminds me of my childhood fun but also the love that my whole family shared. The red brick house and its surroundings will keep my memories forever.
Finally, we arrived at our destination. I left the car leaving my parents and little brother behind and ran up the steps to my grandma’s house. I just had to be the first one to knock on her door, so I did. She opened the door for me, and I went inside parting with the bitter cold and darkness surrounding me. Inside the house I was immediately encircled with the aromas of her Christmas cooking and baking. A real fresh Christmas tree which was already beautifully adorned with old family ornaments perforated the air with more holiday aromas. I went into the kitchen with my mom, and together we helped my grandma finish preparing the Christmas Eve dinner.
The air is really fresh, and the wind is comfortable. Grandma usually opened the window during the daytime; I still remembered that feeling when the sunshine came in house and scatter. I walking among those numerous grand trees and admire colored leaves on the trees and on the ground. I miss that feeling of calmness and stability of the world around. I wish I could return the reality of those feelings once more. Memories in mind and never forget about happiness of staying in my grandmother’s house. Grandparent’s time-honored gift to their grandchildren is their unconditional love, unfettered by schedules, routines or commitments. They reinforced their grandchildren’s sense of security and self-value.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.