Out West It was in the early 1800’s in Roanoke County, Virginia. Roanoke County, Virginia was situated in the middle of Virginia with the scenery of the small mountains of the Appalachians in the background. Both the scenery, and the people that lived in the region were very rugged. The climate was hot and humid in August, and switched to cold and dry in January, so one had to be rugged and able to adapt to variations in temperature such as this. The mainstay of the community was based around farming with livestock. This required families to put in long days. Days where you wake up to the beautiful red sun rising, and went to bed with the pitch black darkness of the nigh surrounding you. Work, along with life, was just plain tough. …show more content…
Time went on, as did with the process of placing the hot beans into the hot jars, taking a small amount of salt out of the salt sack to add onto the beans. Then we would ladle the scalding hot water and carefully place it over the green beans, making sure on each jar that there was at least one inch of headspace before we placed the lid onto the jar in order to create a seal. All I kept thinking about is how good my down feather pillow was going to feel tonight, when I go to sleep. As the darkness loomed outside, we now had the lanterns flickering to give us light to finish our canning project. After hours and hours of working on the green beans, Mom took out the last jar for us to fill and then seal. I felt extremely happy, but at the same time I was extremely exhausted and so ready for bed. I didn’t even feel like eating supper, even though I should have. I prepared for bed, as I knew the morning would come early, and then it would be time for us to start putting the green up with the root cellar. I said a prayer for Dad and Jeb to find the hog and fell fast …show more content…
“I want to have you two all fed, so when Dad gets home, I’ll be able to concentrate on what he has to say about what is to come”, Mom said with fear in her voice. We did as Mom ordered to wash up, ate quickly, and got ready to go to the garden, just as soon as Dad came in. The door creaked and then Dad entered with a look of business on Dad’s face that I will never forget. Gemima and myself got up swiftly and went out the door. I knew that Gemima and I were to get into the garden, but we couldn’t help ourselves to quietly ease drop crouched down beneath the old rickety window. Dad replied, “I talked to Claiborne and he is going to get Zachariah, Henry, William, and Daniel ready for in the morning”. Dad went on to say, “All of us men folk are going to ride over to the Wolfe’s and call them out about the dead hog”. Mom must have not said a word, as we heard nothing but the wind blowing through the oak trees. It seemed like we waited an eternity before we heard Mom reply. “David, I won’t try to stop you, because I know that your mind is all made up now”. Both Gemima and I knew at that point the feud would soon be starting, and it was going to change all of the families involved, both the McCoy’s and the
restrictions. For instance, every worker had to live in his village (Pullman, IL) and under no circumstances was anyone allowed to leave. The people had to buy from his store, pay him rent, and attend work every day.
Roanoke was a small colony on an Island on the coast of North Carolina settled in the late 16th century by Queen Elizabeth I. It was governed by John
The people were not in a very good working condition either. They sometimes wouldn’t want to try to get through the crowd so they would sleep in the mines. They set up tents inches away from each other. It was like a small city of tents. There were mines scattering the hillside. They were surrounded by rivers and lakes
Mother’s calling me to come help her begin supper. It shouldn’t take as long now with Father gone and one less mouth to feed. I have to go now.
Most of their lives were dedicated to agricultural labor. Everything in their communities was shared. All possessions were held in common. They had no real societal sense of the rich and the poor. They took no wives and kept no slaves. They believed that marriage leads to dissension and slavery to injustice. They all lived alone and came together by performing small tasks for each other.
I was silent. The trees were blowing calmly in the wind, and the wind was softly whistling as Elizabeth and I remained in c...
A significant moment in her life was the time she moved from Hawaii to Colorado. It was not a smooth transition between two completely different places. Nevertheless, she would manage to fall in love with Colorado just as much as her Hawaiian home.
Every person has an American Dream they want to pursue, achieve and live. Many people write down goals for themselves in order to get to their dream. Those never ending goals can range from academic to personal. As of today, I am living my dream. My American Dream is to become a nurse, travel to many places, have a family, and get more involved with God.
Throughout time the local tribe built and developed a home for themselves and by 1975 crops were developed. The constant issue to survive from passing diseased became in issue.
I was born and raised in Vietnam, so I naturally observed my culture from my family and my previous schools. I learned most of my culture by watching and coping the ways my family do things. My family and my friends all spoke Vietnamese, so I eventually knew how to speak and understand deeply about my language as I grew up. At home, my mom cooked many Vietnamese foods, and she also taught me to cook Vietnamese food. So I became accustom Vietnamese food. I also learned that grandparents and parents in my culture are taken care of until they die. At school, I learned to address people formally and greet higher-ranking people first. In Vietnamese culture, ranking and status are not related to wealth, so they are concerned with age and education.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
I was fifteen when it all began; the laughing, taunting, teasing, the confusion. It wasn’t always like this. I used to be happy.
rural lifestyle and moving to cities where they could find work, but lived substandard lives.
I wearily drag myself away from the silken violet comforter and slump out into the living room. The green and red print of our family’s southwestern style couch streaks boldly against the deep blues of the opposing sitting chairs, calling me to it. Of course I oblige the billowy haven, roughly plopping down and curling into the cushions, ignoring the faint smell of smoke that clings to the fabric. My focus fades in and out for a while, allowing my mind to relax and unwind from any treacherous dreams of the pervious night, until I hear the telltale creak of door hinges. My eyes flutter lightly open to see my Father dressed in smart brown slacks and a deep earthy t-shirt, his graying hair and beard neatly comber into order. He places his appointment book and hair products in a bag near the door signaling the rapid approaching time of departure. Soon he is parading out the door with ever-fading whispers of ‘I love you kid,’ and ‘be good.’
We all grabbed our lawn chairs and cozied up next to the roaring red fire. I always sat a little too close, enough to where the fire burnt a hole straight through my favorite pair of flip-flops, assuring me to never make that mistake again. S’mores was all of our favorite bed time snack time and a perfect way to end the night. Every time I would roast my marshmallow until it became slightly brown, mushy, and not too hot in the center; then I 'd put it between two graham crackers and extra pieces of chocolate. One too many s’mores and a belly like later I laid back in my chair and listened as Nancy told us stories. Before going to bed Nancy told us about her favorite past times here as a child and how just like the little girl we saw fishing, she was also afraid of fishing. She told us stories about how much the campground has evolved since she was a child and how every year she promises to take us here and to keep it a tradition. At bedtime Alicia and I crawl into our tents and snuggle up in our warm sleeping bags. We talked to each other about how sad we felt that it was almost the end of summer, and how nervous we felt to start our freshman year of high school. However, our conversations ended when Nancy yelled at as from the other tent to keep quiet and go to bed. I’d fallen asleep that night to the sound of the fire crackling out and the crickets chirping