Let me tell you a little but about myself Miss Butcher. When I was five years old I had been living with my mother and father in Denver Colorado. My mom and dad worked really hard to get me and my brothers what ever we needed. One day when my mom and dad were getting ready for work they told me that I was going to have to stay home alone, I had no idea where my brothers were at the time… probably with my grandparents or something but thats besides the point. They left to work and I started to play on my PlayStation. What felt like hours was only a couple minutes because I heard a knock at the door and I looked out of the window and seen a police car. I was scared so I opened the door and there stood two police officers. They asked me who was
The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman begins with a note from the editor, who is a local schoolteacher near the plantation where Jane Pittman lives. He has long been trying to hear her story, and, beginning in the summer of 1962, she finally tells it to him. When her memory lapses, her acquaintances help fill in the spaces. The recorded tale, with editing, then becomes The Autobiography of Miss Jane.
Ernest J. Gaines book, The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman, used many historical events to connect to the characters story. The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman was published by Bantam Books in 1972 and has 259 pages. The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman is a classic fictional book. The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman is the story if a women’s life told when she was over one hundred years old. The novel goes over 3 main periods of time: war years, reconstruction, and slavery. In The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman it is the time of reconstruction and the novel really connects with the history of the time.
Anti-Semitism is the hatred and discrimination of those with a Jewish heritage. It is generally connected to the Holocaust, but the book by Helmut Walser Smith, The Butcher’s Tale shows the rise of anti-Semitism from a grassroots effect. Smith uses newspapers, court orders, and written accounts to write the history and growth of anti-Semitism in a small German town. The book focuses on how anti-Semitism was spread by fear mongering, the conflict between classes, and also the role of the government.
Ernest J. Gaines stated, “That 's man 's way. To prove something. Day in, day out he must prove he is a man...” Gaines states this quote from his novel The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman, which he publishes in 1971 just a few years after the ending of The Civil Rights Movement. The Civil Rights Movement, also known as “The African American Civil Rights Movement”, was a battle started between the society and the African-American race for racial equality, acceptance, and respect as it was given to the Whites. However, the ongoing battle for blacks to obtain these expectations from society lasted for years, and would often force some blacks to separate themselves from the entire race and propose their worthiness of respect and manhood to society by proving and earning it as an individual instead of waiting for it to be handed to the entire race.
My mother arranged for me to stay with her old friend, Annie Moffitt. In Salisbury we made and sold hats. I later received a letter that my mother had died. This filled me with sadness because we were very close, and she was the only person who was always there for me. In that same letter I received word that my father had found me and wanted to marry me off to an elderly and rich farmer, because of this I had to run away again.
I was surprised how quickly I caught onto Hunter’s style and how much I enjoyed it. Especially with this story. If someone were to tell me Three Things You Should Know about Peggy Paula consisted of eight sentences in six pages, I would have been curious but perhaps intimidated to read the story or maybe even discouraged. But readers can easily follow along and what struck me most was how connected we felt to Peggy Paula-- a person so clearly on the outside-- and one Hunter wants us to always see on the outside. We see her abnormalities in every section, but we are also sympathetic for her and much of this is because of the way the story is told. Again, if these segments were broken up into more sentences, we would feel a separation. The story
My friend’s mom worked for the sheriffs department, so she called and I filed a report. Guess what they made me go back home. Yes, they sent me back home, because I was consider a run away. Therefore, for a week I was brutally beat for telling the secret of our family. That week was the week I wish I was dead. I prayed every night for God to take me away. I was grab by my neck and slammed up against the wall and released as I slid down the wall. A nail caught my back and ripped my skin ...
When I was seventeen years old and going into my senior year of high school I was given the opportunity to go on a trip to Spain with my school. It was a two week trip during the summer, visiting different cities and historical sites throughout the country. While we where there we went to see a Flamenco dance show in Seville which is about an hour and a half outside of Madrid, the city where we were staying. It was a Wednesday around one o’clock when we left and the ride up there was really beautiful. We were driving through the country side passing some small villages on the side of the road. We arrived there around 3:30 and sat down for the show. It was really cool they had all the ladies with their bright dresses and fruit in their hair dance around while we ate lunch. And the show ended around five and we started to head home. On the way home we were driving through the countryside along side a small village when all of a sudden we heard a loud bang and the bus started slowing down. After a couple of ...
It started when we heard the wail of a police siren and saw the dancing lights on the side of our house. Peeking through the curtains as if they wanted you to look, to unravel why they were there. I instantly grab my jacket and throw it over my pajamas. Me and mom watch for a while and after around 15 minutes she went to bed. We could hear a police on a megaphone calling “Come out with no weapons and your hands up. If you need help call 614/---/----”
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
It seemed like a normal day when I entered Mrs. A’s AP Language and Composition class, but little did I know that she was going to assign a very important project that was going to take forever. I took my seat and wrote down what was on the board. Then I sat patiently and waited for Mrs. A to come explain what we were doing today. When the tardy bell rang, Mrs. A glided into the room and gave us all a stack of papers. She then proceeded to discuss our upcoming assignment, a memoir. As she explained the very important assignment, I wondered whom I would write about. No one really came to mind to write about and I thought for sure I would never be able to get this thing done on time. I finally decided that I would write in on my mother, Kari Jenson. I knew I would probably put the project off until the very end and do it the weekend before even though it would get on my mom’s nerves. Putting work off was just how I did everything, it worked for me. When I arrived home from school that day, I told mom about the project. I told her I would most likely write it about her and she was overjoyed.
My sister acts as though she has a license and she looks around the car and says “I’m sorry I left it a home we were just going to the store to get my mother something because she is sick.” The officer says ok I will follow you home then. Once the officer gets back in his car we all start laughing while at the same time wondering if the police will ask to see our so called sick mother. We slowly take off heading back home thinking of things to tell my dad once he returns home. Pulling up at the house we all had a sigh of relief. We exit the car and expeditiously enter the house while waving at the police hoping he pulls off. Once inside we peek out the window, the police car slowly takes off. We are all surprised at how we just got out that situation. Once again you would think we learned a lesson but really the only thing we learned is how not to drive. When my dad returns home we hope he won’t notice the car is moved, we know everything is ok after about 10 minutes. Another night of boredom out the window. God once again was watching over
I angrily slammed my food tray on the floor and said get out. The marshal who had helped save us had just arrived and as he came in he got his gun ready to fire. I told him he had murdered my parents and my sister. The marshal just laughed and then with a boom out came a bullet straight for my head. I ducked dodging the bullet. Then from the back entrance came another man holding a hammer, he reluctantly fired at my head until he knew for a fact that I had lost my memory.
They began to stare at each other and mutter, one of the police men then turned at me and told me that the guy on the train was a serial killer and they have been looking for him for months now. And the old lady he had strangled her to death before I came in to the train and that's Why she did not wake up. The policemen drove me Home and talked to my family about What had happened. My mother was very shocked,sad and angry at the same time because she always tell me not to come home late and she always talks about that they're bad people in this world and that i always had to be careful. My mom sat down with me and started to cry and that's when I broke down, I let all my feelings out and began to cry like never before. It was then that I realized what had happened.The next morning I woke up and it was all over the News, everyone was talking about it. This day have changed my life forever and it have made me a whole different person. From that day I have never put my foot on a train