Comparing Those Rainy Mornings, In The Cutting of A Drink, and The Return
The two short stories "In the Cutting of a Drink" and "The Return" bring
different responses from me. "In the Cutting of a Drink" makes me think about
what it would be like to go into a new culture. It also makes me think about
the current decline in moral values. "The Return" reminds me to be more
thankful for the many things I take for granted. It also makes me think about
how hard it can be to cope with change. In the poem "Those Rainy Mornings" I am
reminded of my grandma and what a kind, loving, wonderful person she is.
In Frank Chipasula's poem "Those Rainy Mornings" the speaker is talking
about his aunt Gwalanthi. The speaker tells us what a wonderful loving person
his aunt is. In the first section the speaker tells us how his aunt would wake
up at the crack of dawn and build a fire. Then she would begin cooking porridge.
In the second section of the poem the speaker talks about waking up "out of the
nagging nightmare." Then the speaker describes his aunt a little bit more, "her
soft but husky call." In the last section the speaker talks about how kind his
aunt is to take care of his brothers and sisters while his parents "strayed to
the copper mines."
This poem makes me think about my grandma and all the wonderful things she
has done for me. The speakers aunt is an old fragile woman, "hoe-broken palms"
and "scrawny ribs." But she is also a very hard worker and loving person. Both
these things remind me of my grandma. My grandma may be old and fragile but she
is still a very hard working and loving person. My grandma is always up at
first light doing household chores or working in her garden. Many times we have
to force her to go inside, so she won't be exposed to the hot sun for to long.
I can't count the number of times my grandma has made my bed, folded our clothes,
washed our dishes, or done various other household chores for me and my family.
I could never fully repay my grandma for all the wonderful things she has done.
My grandma, like aunt Gwalanthi, is a very kind, hard working person.
Ama Ata Aidoo's "In the Cutting of a Drink" is about a person relating his
story of looking for his lost sister in a big city called Mamprobi.
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marry her to a peasant so her children will be humbly born and pose no
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with his mother. This occurs when his mother asks him to remain at home rather
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I slowly opened the front door -- the same old creak echoed its way throughout the old house, announcing my arrival just seconds before I called out, "Grandma!" She appeared around the corner with the normal spring in her steps. Her small but round 5'1" frame scurried up to greet me with a big hug and an exclamation of, "Oh, how good to see you." It was her eighty-fifth birthday today, an amazing feat to me, just part of everyday life to her. The familiar mix of Estee Lauder and old lotion wafted in my direction as she pulled away to "admire how much I've grown." I stopped growing eight years ago, but really, it wasn't worth pointing this fact out. The house, too, smelled the same as it's ever smelled, I imagine, even when my father and his brothers grew up here more than forty years ago -- musty smoke and apple pie blended with the aroma of chocolate chip cookies. The former was my grandfather's contribution, whose habit took him away from us nearly five years ago; the latter, of course, comes from the delectable delights from my grandmother's kitchen. Everything was just as it should be.
Having someone in your life that you consider special is a wondering feeling. And when this person has played so many different roles throughout my life it’s a magnificent feeling for her to feel so accomplished and so admired. When I think back to everything I’ve done I can’t look over the fact that the reason I did it is because she made me the fantastic person I am. I’m glad she passed all the things on to me and I hope I can do the same to next generations. The traditions that we have created are known throughout my entire family and I’m glad that we were both a part of them. She is an extraordinary person and I look forward to all the great memories I still have left with her to create. My Grandma is with out a doubt the most influential person in my life and I’m so grateful for her presence.
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.
Two years ago today my great grandmother passed away from old age and suffered from Alzheimer’s disease. Although all of my memories with her are vague, I will never forget the happiness that emanated from her when you were around her. Even in her last days, when she could barely remember her own children, you never saw her without a smile on her face. And that to me is something that I will carry with me for as long as I