My Journey as a ... Writer
 
News exclusive from WTERI in Runnemede, NJ
There has been a strange sighting in Runnemede.  Mrs Flour's roses have been blooming non stop for six months.  We spoke to Mrs. Flour, 53 and a long time resident of this busy street in Runnemede about this phenomenom.
"I have had these rose bushes for years now.  They were planted in honor of my mother.  Every time a rose would bloom, i'd send a silent Hi Mom to her."
"Has anything like this happened before?"
"No sir, But six months ago my first granddaughter was born.  My daughter named her Diane Marie after her "Nan".  Been(roses) blooming ever since."
"So, are you saying this is a message sent from heaven?"
"Absolutely." She exclaimed with a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her face.

 
A little blue pool in the middle of yard
Ally...dressed in her little pink and yellow bathing suit
Pink hat and fish sunglasses
Big black dog  "Baron"
Now gone
Little brown dog   "Scooby"
Ally's Baptismal Party
Dressed inyellow and white
Aunt Vicki was there
Now gone
New pool
Bigger pool
Birthday parties
Barbeques
Father's Day
 Father-In-Law
Now gone
Late summer nights
Tiki torches
The sound of little girl giggles
Sleepovers
Bon fires
Kickball games
Beer
Mister Softie once came to Ally's Birthday Party
Ally's play yard
Swingset taken down
Young childhood now gone
Now gone
Now boys come too
Roses Still Bloomimg
To Be Continued.............

 
I received two rose bushes on Mother's Day, 2005.  They were given to me by my husband in memory of my mom who died the previous summer.  I put them by our pool so that I could see them all the time.  I chose the color yellow because it symbolizes friendship.  She was my friend.  I spend a lot of time in my backyard and have seen many changes take place that have symbolized life, change, growth and death.  With that in mind, I will tell you a little about it.



 
The choice of words in this piece actually had my heart beating faster and breath more shallow.  I felt frightened for the victims of this guy's shameful betrayal.  He was making money off of the backs of these hard workers.  I loved our heroine's bravery in standing up to this guy.  The descripitive words and the mixed in spanish made the imagary very clear to me.  Both this and Corner are written almost in a form of poetry.  They both also portay the mistreatment of Mexicans
 
what was interesting about this writing was the use of language.  It's an old english or something.    The use of grammer is different from today's as well. I'm not sure there is racism and bigotry in the story, just the use of words as description.  pgs. 23 and 33.  Will be interesting to discuss in class The stories seem to be about a boys journey to manhood. 
 
I wish I had read this years ago.  Have I finally found my genre?  I know I have a story to tell.  My fear is that it will be called "A GIRL NAMED IT"...........What is the female version of David?  I have been burdened with academic writing and hating every second of it.  We were in our Thurday night class and a couple of students ventured bravely out to discuss their not so nice memories of their childhood.  My story is terrible and I fear that if I begin to open up I may not stop. The pain may be horrendous. Although reading parts of Bird by Bird, by Annie Lamott, made me realize that I can begin one little photo frame at a time
 
My immediate reaction to these shoert short storiews was how a thought prcoess was told in such a small amount of words.  In Wrong Channel the reader immediately sees that through a blunder in communication this woman was not going to receive her green card through no fault of her own.  In Mockingbird, Peter expresses everyone's true but unspoken, and unpopular wish for life.  No one wants...to have to work that hard.  Land's End speaks to how not everyone has the same experience in a given place.  Certainly She will have a night of pain and not the enjoyment of a vacation.  Finally  in Waiting, She has tha same hum drum life of most of humanity, you work hard go to bed, get up, and start all over again.  All of these stories seem to have a rather bleak undertone on life.  
 
Wow!  What a reading.  I get the feeling that the writer, Wendall  Berry is very ambivalent about his heritage.  He both loves and hates what his ancestors have passed down to him.  He speaks about distroying the land but seems to recognize the path of progress.  He appreciates more fully what he grew up with, the comfort that he posessed without thinking about it.  Now as an adult he must come to terms with everything progres sbrings with it.  He sees the human race as violent and ignorant.  He finds himself going back to nature to reclaim his humbleness and to appreciate all that God has given on Earth.
 
What a great reading.  I found the way the author, Adam Gopnik uses irony and humor in his descriptions about adjusting to life in Paris to be refreshing and funny.  I found myself giggling thinking about how the BHV may look at Christmas.  His references to Darwin and the lack of Regulon in the Semioshhere is  very telling about our culture of technology and more technology.  I get the feeling that he wouldn't mind a little less instant media in his life.  Perhaps what he like about Paris is the lack of large appliances and large technology.
 
I have no problem with my comments being public.  As a group we have gotten to know each other fairly well.  I did not feel the need to revise my original comments as I believed in what I had to say.  Also, I would have to say that I wear my heart on my sleeve and have been rather forthright with my opinions and feelings.
I work very hard and can't wait to be a teacher.  This has been quite a journey and boy, is it flying by.  I sometimes wonder how much information we actuallt absorb.  At this point I am really just hoping to be able to write with a little intelligence and cohesiveness.