As child, I was always fascinated by the forest .I dreamed of it and longed to see it. I was born in a small town call Toumodi , in the center of Ivory coast, west Africa. At the age of two,my older sister me to Abidjan, the politic capital of the Ivory coast.At the age of seven, I felt torn between my love for nature and my desire to pursue a writing career.Then I found a way to combine both.
Every summer,I was going to spend time with my father and mother in the in order to help them in the farm.My father had a lot ressources, two field of cocoa three fields of coffee, two fields of rubber tree and also castle breeding, and poultry farming.He had more than ten workers and also owned a couple of vans for the connection between his farms.
First of all, I always go to the farm a copy book and a pen, I remember, father was laughing at me and used to tell me :” I don’t think your place is beteen us because field and have nothing in common.He couldn’t understand me but my book and my pen were for my report after visiting a farm.
At that time I felt like having a passion to write. My main purpose was to mention every detail and be able to give a day by day report to older sister. Over the years my love for the writing became so strong that I couldn’t wait to see the summer coming. Sometime, when I come back to the city, I miss the nature so bad and I had to beg my sister to accompany me to the park just for my writing ispiration. When I got to the park, just the smell of the trees make me feel like I am in one of my father’s farm.
By practicing my writing, I started to get better and better in school. My teachers could see the dramatical change in my writing skill. I always have something to write, because, I have a big family a...
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...arm is over. I will try not to remember, the past will be the past. I tried very hard to move on in my writing. However, I started to write about the city and what it offers to young people like us. But after few years , I came to the United State and my writing life change for second time because of the English. I’m a French native and all my writing was in French, how to have a connection? Things started to be very hard for me I can see, a scene, I felt like writing again, but how to started, from where to transfer my thinking from French to English? Even if I wanted to so, I don’t have the right word in English, I was like a new born who was learning to speaker, I tried but it was very difficult,
Today, things are not better, but at least I’m trying to word together and I hope one day I will have the same writing life that I had in French, and be even better.
Farm life of the 1930s was really hard for all the farmers. They did lots to get through the 1930s without starving. In York county they didn’t indoor bathrooms, light or, heat unlike the people who lived in the towns of the 1930s.(Reinhardt n. pag.) to feed there family’s many raised their own food like chicken which gave them eggs, cows which also gave them beef and milk to drink. They grew vegetables for there from there garden. (Reinhardt n. pag.)Which families didn’t do it alone they had help from there neighbors to help them along the way.
“I write because I love. I write for the survival of self, my children, my family, my community and for the Earth. I write to help keep our stories, our truths, our language alive”. (qtd. in Anthology 396.)
Corn soon became the crop of choice to Iowa farmers. They found that it was more resistant to disease than the other crops they were growing, such as barley, oats, wheat, and apples. With this newfound “wonder crop”, Iowans found that farming had become the ideal way of life. Working on the farm involved all of the members of the family, which brought them together and made them stronger through hardships and great opportunities.
to my comrades about how we could make the farm better for us to live
Manor Farm is a large farm located in Willingdon, England. Mr. Jones, the owner of the farm is a tyrant person that treats the animal of the farm bad. He drinks too much and doesn’t really care about the farm, “Mr. Jones of the farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was
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The story of my history as a writer is a very long one. My writing has come full circle. I have changed very much throughout the years, both as I grew older and as I discovered more aspects of my own personality. The growth that I see when I look back is incredible, and it all seems to revolve around my emotions. I have always been a very emotional girl who feels things keenly. All of my truly memorable writing, looking back, has come from experiences that struck a chord with my developing self. This assignment has opened my eyes, despite my initial difficulty in writing it. When I was asked to write down my earliest memory of writing, at first I drew a blank. All of a sudden, it became very clear to me, probably because it had some childhood trauma associated with it.
influence in the farmers’ point of view. The farmers in the book translate to adults in real
Over the course of the semester, I feel that I have grown as a writer in many ways. When I came into the class, there were skills I had that I already excelled at. During my time in class, I have come to improve on those skills even more. Before I took this class, I didn’t even realise what I was good at. This is the first class where I felt I received feedback on my writing that helped me to actually review my work to see what areas I lacked in and where I succeeded.
By this account, one may better understand the helpless feeling of the farmer. The pressures are there, both economic and social, to expand. When the farmer is conscience of this drifting away from a more direct contact with the soil, as Meyers' father was, the sadness may be greater, but even farmers who are not alert to what is happening will suffer. This is ...
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