The story is based on an elderly Negro women’s journey into town for medicine for her grandson. While overcoming challenges her character is born. Along the way she encounters physical Challenges, obstacles and danger. She climbs hills, crosses streams, crawls under barbed-wire fences; she faces dangers while out in the wilderness and a hunter who threatens her life with a gun. This happens on a single trip to town in December early in the morning. Phoenix is quite remarkable woman.…
I was raised in the small town of Hidalgo, Texas, just on the side of the Mexican Border. Living there made me grow up thinking that possibilities were limited and there was not much offered to us. Although, along the years, I realized that this town did not define me , and it actually made me strong enough to take on life elsewhere in the future . I remember being in this town ten years ago, and there was only local businesses . The town has grown along with me, and it has opened up opportunities to its community and myself.…
That is right, the home that we dreaded but now missed. Throughout the rest of my childhood, I would spend my school years in northern Wisconsin and my summers in the Southside of Chicago. As I got older, I learned how lucky I was to have been able to experience both worlds. My cousins in the city were jealous we got to ride horses, milk cows, and ski in the winter. My friends in the country thought I was so lucky that I got to visit the Sears Tower every summer and knew of all the cool, trendy songs before the roller rink played them.…
The environment I grew up in was a very bad neighborhood. The house we lived in, was in very horrible condition and accidents always happening around our surroundings. With my dad always out, struggling to work for us to always have food on the table and clothes on our bodies and my older brother always out doing things he wasn't supposed to do, we as a family never had time to talk about how our days went or what was on minds. A few years passed,my older sister Rosie, was 9 at the time, got into a car accident and sadly passed away. We as a family went through a tough time. My mother and father then decided that it was best for us to move into a more stable and friendly environment for my older brother, my soon to…
I spent my childhood years growing up in what is now a city, but have spent most of my life in a secluded suburban town on the South…
I was born into a family of farmers and was the eldest child out of 3 of my siblings. My mother passed away when I was 11 years old and I didn’t get along with my stepmother growing up.…
I grew up in a two small towns called Ruston, La and Grambling, La. I spent my childhood in Ruston and my teenage years in Grambling. The two towns are so small it's like 1 small town almost. I enjoyed my childhood there. It was a place where kids were free to run and play. Til this day it is still a place where kids can be free and mothers don't have to constantly fret about there child being kidnapped of the street. I remember being up the street outside playing jump rope, volley ball, kickball, football, softball, and basketball with all the neighborhood kids. When evening came and the sun went down I remember my mother standing in the yard calling my name for me to come home because it was getting late.…
I let my right arm hang loose to cover it with the magnesium powder I carry with me. I draw a shaky breath and look up to the top of the invigorating boulder. The cheering of my friends from beneath reduces to ruis in the back of my mind. I concentrate on the remaining two meters I need to distance, tighten every muscle in my body and make the last pass easily. I sigh of relief escapes my mouth. I made it.…
At First I was apprehensive about moving for the gazillionth time. Through my life I was very unsettled moving from place to place. Now I had to move again, Which I felt very fed up with moving repeatedly. My father wanted to move closer to his family, and try to start a better life for us.…
When my parents got a divorce, and remarried our family started to go downhill. Our step mother wasn’t very welcoming towards my siblings and I, which caused a huge problem between my family overtime. As time went on things got a little better, but then as we grew older and time went…
Living in different places can be very similar or very different. It all depends on where exactly those places might be. Being raised in a small town and moving to a big city would constitute a very different change. While, growing up in an extremely small community has benefits, it has drawbacks as well, so moving to a big city like Long Beach, California was very exciting and scary all at the same time.…
My experience growing up in a small town was the fact that we all were safe in our elite community. What I enjoy most was running outside in the rain a small the dust from our unpaved roads, and playing hop scotch. We loved to play our games; such as: softball, red rover, Simon says, and a lot others. Walking the streets you could smell the different aromas of food cooking from each house. One of my favorite meals was moms’ fried chicken, homemade biscuits and baked apples.…
I had planned to go on a short ride just the dog and I before dinner. It was a cool October day around six pm and the sun had started to set. I thought the ride would be a peaceful one and did not plan to be gone long. I knew grandma was making dinner and I had to be back in time so it would not be cold when I did come back. I had the horse all saddled and we had started on our way because it had been a long day and I needed a break from my family; family can be a pain and you need to escape sometimes.…
Family was such a big part of my life when I was growing up. I was influenced by so many people to do great things. But now that I would not have the connection of spending time with them, other arrangements had to be set in place. My mom always told my sister and I that anyone we wanted to talk to was just a phone call away. We had ended up calling my grandparents about three times a week.…
Let me begin with Bible passage, Psalms 146: 9, “God has promised over the fatherless and the widows. But the way of the wicked He turns upside down.” No matter what circumstances are that made you as a single mom, you can rejoice in the blessings of being a mom, the joy and excitement of loving and being loved by children. I always hear that the family is the basic foundation of a society. And the nation’s strength lies in having a strong, lifelong union between marriage partners, including a harmonious parent- child relationship and close family ties. The family plays a very significant vital role in our society because in their hands lies the success and failure of a certain sector of society. Having a family life is not easy and happy as it looks like, especially when the pillar of your house was not around. My life is not smooth as I want and dreamed it to be. A huge wave of problems came to our life that led the man of our home where he is right now. My children knew where their father is and maybe all of you here. Before, maybe until now I cannot figure out how I can survive our life. I was annoyed and tortured of the word “SINGLE- MOTHER.” I often ask my self, am I a woman with much strength and love, or pain or fear? Maybe a devil in disguise or perhaps angel beneath the pain. One thing is for certain, no one can understand what a single mother is, unless they experience the feeling themselves. I went through life trying so hard to do my best for my children. I’m not a strong woman as I thought. The bills and debts are piled up, having troubled how to deal with teen age blues, one problem goes up, and one comes down. I barely loose faith in God, when I struggle everyday to put food on our table. The only thing that keeps my family alive and well is our love to each other, and a belief that this came to our life as a trial how long I can hold on to my faith.…