A couple years after he passed, my grandmother on my dad’s side bought me a curio cabinet with a glass casing and six shelves. It was her’s and my mom’s idea for me to place things in there that belonged to dad or things that my dad have given me that I wanted to preserve, yet still be able to see regularly. This is where the cactus skeleton and the cotton that I mentioned earlier in this essay are currently. Along with those two things, I have many more objects that were once my father’s, and held by him in his hands. Not only do I have objects, I have his notebook that he wrote in while he was out driving. It has a bunch of random writings in it, of numbers and what seem to be nearby stores at whatever location he was at. My mom even gave me some of the post-it notes that he would …show more content…
The story behind the guitar is the most bizarre story on its own. I was over at my grandparents on my mom’s side of the family, when my grandma told me to stay in the living room. She walked away, and when she came back she was holding a guitar case that looked really beat up. I didn’t know where it came from, and then she told me that someone had stopped by her house asking if I was her grandchild. Confused, yet not afraid, she said yes. The man then handed her the guitar and told her that it used to be Scott’s, also known as my dad’s. In complete shock on how this came to be, she didn’t question it because she felt that God took the situation in his own plans to somehow bring that guitar back to me. When my mom found out, she was very shocked and she just sat there looking at it and finally said, “Your dad used to play that guitar for me.” Even though I can’t actually play guitar, I sometimes take it out of the case and mess with the strings and listen to the sounds it makes, amazed that I’m recreating the sounds that he used to make on that very
I always passed by it on the freeway feeling curious as to what it was about. There was a big sign in front of the place that had huge red letters reading “Bass Pro Shop”, with a yellow background and a big fish. What stood out to me every time I saw it, was right under the store sign was an even bigger sign that read in huge letters “Outdoor World.” Every time I passed by, there was always a multitude of cars in the parking lot, which made me assume it was probably a cool place to go to visit, so one day I decided to go to the place and I remember getting out of my car and feeling mesmerized as to how big it was. I remember smelling food from the restaurant that was inside of it and seeing all types of commercial boats around the place. Bass Pro Shop to me looked like an enormous cabin.
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he heard the guitar at one of his friend’s home being played his interest in music it self had
This artifact belongs to my great-great-grandmother Mayo Brumfield (Granny Brumfield). Granny Brumfield liked to make beautiful quilts and can beans. She had two children named Leonard and Bernice Brumfield. She worked around her huge farm with her family. They grew plants. Some of them are cucumbers, watermelons, tomatoes, beans - you name it. Next was my great-grandfather J.L. Leonard (Papa Leonard). Papa Leonard lives in Zachary, Louisiana. He loves football, in fact he tried out for the Dallas Cowboys in Arkansas and he got second place! He broke a speed record for running a mile in 10 minutes! He was a rocket. Next is my grandmother Dianne Tidwell (Nana). She has three children named Brandi, Kate, and Travis. She lives in Orneville, Louisiana. Nana teaches K-4 at Leonville Elementary. Next is my mom, Brandi Gaitan (Mom). She has three children Jude, Carmen, and Gabrella. Mom lives in Shreveport, Louisiana. She used to work at Jefferson County Medical Society in Beaumont, Texas. Next comes me, Jude Gaitan. I have two sisters. Their names are Carmen and Gabriella Gaitan. I was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and live in Shreveport, Louisiana. I also go to school at St. Mark's Cathedral school and have lots of friends.
While sliding my feet into my black leather dress shoes, my fingers grasp the mauve tie sitting on my unmade single bed. The noise from the washing machine bounces off the wooden acoustics, echoing throughout my small apartment. I walk to the bed and sit down on the edge, making a dip on the surface. My eyes dart to the wooden nightstand drawer, I yank on it for a while and it finally comes out. The collection inside the drawer includes multivitamin tablets, some Panadol, two medical directory magazines, a medicine prescription paper pad, a few bandages and several coins. However beneath the layer of my collectables there is a sheet of pitch black felt which separates my collectables from my treasures. I grab each corner of the felt and shift the pile to the
For many people, including the characters in the novel “The Septembers of Shiraz”, having certain items or belongings makes them feel special and important, Theses objects they have collected throughout the years prove to themselves that they have done something. Each small item tells a story of when it was collected. It could be a gift from a friend or family member or a travel souvenir from an exotic place. Each thing is a cherished memory and reminds the owner of these special times. The memories are what define the people not the objects. An object that is meaningful to me is a framed silhouette portrait of myself when I was about 5 years old. I still remember being very upset not being able to tell the difference between my picture
As I walked through the door of the funeral home, the floral arrangements blurred into a sea of vivid colors. Wiping away my tears, I headed over to the collage of photographs of my grandfather. His smile seemed to transcend the image in the pictures, and for a moment, I could almost hear his laughter and see his eyes dancing as they tended to do when he told one of his famous jokes. My eyes scanned the old photographs, searching for myself amidst the images. They came to rest on a photo of Grandpa holding me in his lap when I was probably no more than four years old.
Music is one of the most fantastical forms of entertainment. Its history stretches all the way from the primitive polyrhythmic drums in Africa to our modern day pop music we listen to on our phones. It has the ability to amaze us, to capture our attention and leave us in awe. It soothes the hearts of billions, and it is so deeply rooted in my life that it has touched my heart as well. Everyday I walk to the beat of the song stuck in my head and hum along to the melody. For me, to listen to music be lifted into the air by the hands of your imagination and float around for a while. You forget about your worries, your troubles and find peace within the sound. Every chapter in my life is attached with a song. Every time I listen to a certain song, thoughts of my past come flooding back
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the
If I were to construct a museum of my most cherished possessions .The museum door would be made of all the parts from the all the computers that I have made and destroyed. The flooring of my museum would be the plane tickets to different places and the walls would be made of cans of different energy drinks that I have had in my lifetime. The most prized possessions of my life have to be. The rims off my first car, The first computer that I made with my own money , The first stamp that I got in my passport to travel overseas.by myself , and the first email got confirming that I was sponsored.
Many like me are familiar with the simple name bass but the double bass is my favorite instrument in the orchestra. The double basses are usually located over on the right side of the stage in an orchestra. There are often six to eight double basses of the orchestra that are playing. This instrument is acknowledged as the “grandfather” of the string family. The double bass is used in many genres such as traditional jazz, swing, traditional country music, and bluegrass music. It is used in one of my personal favorite genre of music which is rhythm and blues. The qualities and features of this instrument that captivated my interest is that for one, this instrument is not hard to miss as it stands over six feet long. They are also very large
So you’ve decided to start to play the guitar. But before you start to play you have to first make sure that the guitar is tuned up right, otherwise you’ll sound pretty bad. There are 6 strings on the guitar and many ways to tune them.
It was in eighth grade when my father made me started to listen to Johnny Cash. His music was old at my age, but his guitar made me fall in love with his music. It was right then that I decided to play the guitar, both acoustic and electric. When I got my first guitar, the new smell of wood spread across my room as I opened my guitar case. I could barely lift up my first time. My little body was covered by the size of the guitar. The strings felt thin on my little hands and my ears were filled with magic when I played it. With time I discovered that the guitar opened new things into my world. This instrument has dominated the way we make and listen to music. The guitar is one of the most versatile instruments in
a task. I wanted to learn to play this instrument at my own pace and I