Once upon a time, long long ago, there were many people that were living in Yorktown village. At the time there was no windstorms nor rain. The land was very dry and barren. The ocean sat right at the edge of the village. There was no way to moisten the land other than irrigation. All of the farmers prayed that there may be rain so they can grow their crops. This prayer was not going to get answered anytime soon because it was year 100 A.D. and it still hadn’t rained unto the village land. The village had a very cool climate. Over the village watched a god that could not stand the ungratefulness. He believed that they should not be asking for rain because they had been blessed with the life they were given. If they had made it this many years why would they ever want anything to change. The god could not stand this …show more content…
Juno explained, “I do not know how we are going to make this work anymore; all of my crops are dying and these expenses are outrages.”
Tammy frustratedly replied, “This is the only way I can keep my family and home together. I need you guys to come up--”
Juno was very fast to interrupt, “This, I tell you, is not all about you and your family! Did you ever think of how the village is going to make do without any crops or any source of fresh food to eat?”
Tammy replied very understanding, “I am sorry, I should not be selfish in this poor situation. I need to step back and evaluate what I just said.
This argument caused even more tension through the village. They left the meeting to head back to their personal life. Juno was looking around and realized that it had became very dark outside and he saw some rain clouds forming. He was getting a very unsettling feeling about all of this. He thought to himself, “Did I finally get my prayers
On October 9, 1781, General George Washington surrounded General Lord Charles Cornwallis at the Virginia port city of Yorktown with 8,500 American soldiers and around 10,000 French soldiers. The bruised up British army contained only around 8,000 soldiers. The Siege of Yorktown lasted eight days, and Cornwallis had to surrender to American forces. The British loss crushed their southern army and forced them to give up on the war. The surrender of Yorktown could easily be one of the greatest moments in American history. Not only did the surrender signal the end of the war, but it also signaled that independence had been won by the colonies. No longer would the colonies have to answer to Great Britain and the tyrants that ruled it.
When Henry told Charity that he'd be back in a couple of days, she nodded her head- she too, had plans to leave the cabin. Now that spring had come, she was going to take the children and go out looking for fresh greens- she was sure she could at least find some pokeweed and harvest the edible parts to cook- it would also
The Battle of Yorktown was the final cry of the Revolution. Here, the colonists made their final stand and declared themselves free of the oppressive British regime.. This battle resulted in the forced retreat of the British presence, and the birth of a free country. In the absence of this event, the American Revolution would have continued on for an extended period of time.
Words cannot express my joy for what occurred today, and I cannot hold back from writing about this from beginning to end. Today, the Treaty of Paris has finally been approved after five months of appeal. Appreciation goes to our wise leader George Washington who led us to victory on October 19th, 1783. Our last battle, the Battle of York Town began August 21st, 1781. After about two months of war, the British Army finally surrendered and the British government began to consider having peace with us Americans, which made me extremely grateful considering all the pain I’ve been through for our independence. It was plainly obvious their decision to surrender came out of desperation of fear and defeat. To outline the previous events General
One day in the 1740's, in the winter in Pennsylvania Colony… I'm Charles Schley, The picture above is my house. I'm in the upper class and work as a lawyer. I live with my two daughters and my mother. My two daughters are workers around the house and my mother sews. She is working on scarves and warm clothes for us.
In the small in northern Kentucky the town square is where everyone gathered every halloween to dress in the scariest attire. This had been a tradition for many years and the town folk all participated. This year felt different, no one knew why but everyone was talking about it. Was it because there was a new family in town that know one really knew, was it because the weather was oddly warmer than in the past. No one really knew but it brought a heightened sense of scary to the town square.
Cleveland, Ohio was a death trap. There were many murders, robberies, and bad crimes. Then I saw the garden. People got along, and they all had something in common besides where they lived. I came to the garden the anniversary of the second year it started. It turned out that people in this city weren’t so bad after all. People were talking to other races, and that is very unusual. I decided I wanted to be apart of this garden. I wanted to plant pink roses. Before my mother passed away, I bought her the prettiest “get well soon” pink roses. She said that those were her favorite flowers, and they were beautiful just like me. She told me she loved them and that she loved me. I wanted to plant pink roses for her.
Watching everyone through the glass window with the burgundy window frame in East Village, New York is a struggle I face every day. A small little town in the upper part of New York close to the city, where poverty is at it’s highest. I watch as family stuff their faces with the food in front of them, just like a turkey is stuffed on Thanksgiving day. They have no guilt in their faces what's so ever as they eat their steamy hot food. They have no regret or sorrow in their eyes when they see me looking through the clear window. Never taking into consideration the underprivileged people who don’t get the chance to eat a warm meal everyday like they do.
I use the MTA everyday to go to work, as a New Yorker is usual to see some “crazy” people doing random things on your train ride. However, last night when i was on my way back home I observed a indigent sitting in the wooden bench at a train stop he was whispering to himself in a weird language, it was english but i could barely understand what he was saying then 2 minutes after he got up and started yelling looking straight forward but there was nobody there, he yelled “ screw you, I’m going to stab you and kill you, you are so D**M sick” then he whispered to himself trying to apologize to his own hallucination. I felt sorry for his situation, he needs help and being an indigent more than likely he is not getting help, unless someone reports
When asked about my roots I have always had two sides to my response, some positive and some negative. As a child born in a close knit community, the level of support and love has always been tremendous. Since I can remember, I have been surrounded with the love and support of many, this is a privilege. The other side of being raised in such a small community is that my opportunities have been limited. Leaving a town like the one I grew up in has always been a troubling thought for me. This town shaped me and transformed me into the person that I am today, it will impact my life forever along with my relationships and viewpoints.
It was a bright and exciting day here in Woodbridge, New Jersey. My twin brother Reese and I awoke to the smell of chocolate chip waffles being made downstairs. It was the first day of our senior year of high school. Our first last day of school was finally here. As long as these thirteen years of school have been, they’ve also flown by. Thankfully, I picked out my outfit the night before because I was far too exhausted to even think about being fashionable at 6:45 in the morning. Reese did the same, deciding on a light green Polo, some khakis and his new Nikes. I, on the other hand, had chosen a flowy cream blouse, a light pink skirt and silver glitter ballet flats. I decided that senior year was going to be my girly year, even though I say that every school year and I’m over it by the second week. Mom and I went on a huge shopping spree in the city before summer ended and I had to take full advantage of my free clothing opportunity. My goal was to get on homecoming court for the fourth year in a row. Being class president, that shouldn’t be too difficult.
I’ve finally made it. When you first land here the immediate difference is all around you whizzing around you creating a sense of life. It 's a sense that you rarely have in a small town it 's bigger I can’t quite obtain a hold of it. It moves fast all through the night and during the day. It peaks in all of my senses to create a brand new sense of the life of the city.
“I know you are, but I’m still concerned. I just want my husband back. It’s bad enough we lost him, but I don’t want to lose you.”
“I’m so sorry, honey. Do not be mad at her. You just need to forgive her and move on with life,” responed Mr. Sanders.
Once the writer met a family of cotton pickers who were living in a tent just like gypsies who do not have any permanent house or job. It is a recognized thing that gypsies are always on the move and they do not have a grand house to live in. They pitch up their tent where they find work. That family was just like these gypsies. They sat on the ground to eat because they did not have any chairs to sit on and used a packing box as their table. This all demonstrated that they were poor but at the same time they seemed quite cheerful and contended. They did not have any grievance or resentment against any person or agency on account of their poverty. They were happy with the living they had. They had been eating good food just for twelve days but they were grateful to God. While eating, the older man said, “God almighty, it’s good”. Satisfaction and thankfulness to God was their prosperity. After working for twelve days they were able to buy new clothes and they were pleased. It was quite easy for them to become blissful on little favors from their God and did not need much to be hap...