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English 1
01 9/ t. Readable Writing
Mark. Twain’s description of a sunset brought
vivid
pictures into my mind of sunsets I've seen in the past.
However, for me it was too descriptive. My attention be-
gan to waver shortly after the log floated by. I've watched
many sunsets and dont need to be led through another one. Feeling
the way I do about reading this I find it difficult to write
about it.
I don't understand the need for descriptions in areas
such a how the apple tasted, how how the tree looked, what the
fire smelled like or what the birds sounded like. In the
case of the apple, a simple, the apple tasted like spring
would do. Talk of juices flowing and texture are unimportant
for me. In the world of reading and writing I feel some things
should be left for the imagination and as a reader I want to
be 1ed to imagination. As for Sir Arthu'r's descript4on of
Holmes it needs to be said in order to know him.
English 101 9/29
Whispering memories
My Grandparents weekend retreat, later became their
home, had a special meaning for me that I didn't understand
until it was sold last year. Thirty years of visiting,and
sometimes living with then, made this small white cabin an
island of certainty in a world were there wasn't any.
This cabin, about six hundred square feet had two small
bedrooms a frontroom and bath but could contain as many as
twenty five family members. Summer weekends always brought
a full house. It reminded me of an overbooked motel.
Dinner time was always interesting, five women cooking
in a kitchen not much bigger than a walk in closet. As for
seating arrangements there was plenty of porch to sit on.
Late evenings were set aside for our penny ante poker games
that lasted for hours and always seemed to go in my Grand-
fathers favor. sleeping arrangements were always made at
the last moment but never seemed to be a problem. We just
grabbed a sleeping bag, found a place to lay it and went
to sleep.
Our days were spent swimming at the local beach, usually
from morning till late afternoon. The adults would sit under
the lone willow tree passing out soda pops, ice creams and
tuna fish sandwiches while the children swam. Our parents
would start trying to get us out of the water in early after-
noon but wouldn't succeed for at least two hours. Then it
was back to the cabin.
While waiting for dinner we would play horseshoes in
the back yard. Lots of laughing and joking went on during
these games. After dinner we would walk to the store for
an ice cream, there were lots of these, or a pickle from
an old wooden barrel in the back of the store. This trip
was not complete without jumping off a bridge into the water
along the way.
This was a place that didn't require shoes or shirt,
all that was needed was a carefree attitude and we provided
plenty of that. There was a routine at this house that was
exiting and it started the minute we arrived. It speaks to
me.
The cabin said come inside, relax and enjoy me. My
fence is not to keep you in or out but to climb. I have
horseshoes for you to throw and if don't don't get a ringer
I have an owner who will show you how. My swamped across
the street wants you to visit he has many frogs and fish.
I have hot dogs and hamburgers and an owner to prepare them.
My front porch wants you to sit with him and laugh. My
bedrooms will not fit all of you but my front yard can. My
nights are calm and peaceful so rest I have a morning on
the way. My sun is hot and will send you away but hurry
back I have more of the same.
My Grandparents became ill last year and had to move
away. At first I thought my refuge from the world was gone
but. I've come to understand memories are never gone, only
enriched by time.
Where are you I don't see you any more.- I have new
owners now, nice people but their not around much. There
you are, I can't see you but I hear you. I'm glad your still
with me.