Analysis Of Judith Ortiz Cofer's More Room

Judith Ortiz Cofer was an amazing American writer, though she was originally from Puerto Rica. Cofer was an award winning author with a wide range of writings styles. She was best known for writing short stories, poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and essays. In one of Cofer’s essays More Room, she writes of memories of her childhood where she spent them at her grandmas house in Puerto Rico, known in the essay as Mamá. In this essay you read how her Mamá and that house were so connected, and how much has happened in the house over the years. How many things Mamá sacrificed in that house throughout the years of living there. Cofer writes, “It is the place of our origin; the stage for our memories and dreams of Island life.” Many of us have a …show more content…
The same house where my mother was raised. It's defiantly not a mansion but it has a basement that counts as a second floor, so its well spread out to feel bigger. When I think of California the first thing I see is Grandpas house. When I think of Grandpa, the house is the first thing I see in my mind. He takes so much pride in that house. Its where he started his family with my Grandma who passed way years ago. It's his last memories with her, where they raise their two little girls, and now spend time with their grandkids. My Grandpa takes the most pride in his backyard. The backyard is where all his favorite things are. His porch, BBQ, hot tub, garden, and his avocado tree. The porch is raised above ground about twenty feet. If I’m not out skating or surfing you can find me sitting on the back porch taking in the salty ocean air, talking to my Grandpa about anything and everything. Its also where I share so many memories with my Grandpa. When I was, young he would walk us to the liquor store down the road to get candy, he never wore shoes, and still doesn’t, well unless my step Grandma catches him. We would walk back and go sit on the porch, eat candy and just spend time with him. The porch is where we share all the meals we eat when we go and visit him. My step Grandma makes the most incredible food, and the porch is …show more content…
Plants and flowers fill the small space, the grass is so green, the bird feeder in the middle of the grass, the white fence you can see from the front yard. In the back of the yard there is a huge avocado tree. That tree has been there ever since mom was young. Grandpa has this little stepping stool he uses to pick the avocados. To this day my eighty-three year old Grandpa still goes out and climbs up on the rickety little stool to pick his avocados. About a year ago my Grandpa was picking avocados and fell straight backwards of the stool. I swear he’s the toughest man alive, cant get that man to the hospital no matter what happens to him. My step Grandma doesn’t let him use that stool any more but theres no stopping Grandpa Brown. For years there was this sketchy little swing that hung from the tree. I remember me and my sister would go out there and Grandpa would push us for hours. We would climb as high as we could and pick the avocados Grandpa said were ripe. Still to this day I climb up that tree and let Grandpa point out the ones that should be picked. I will never have a better avocado then the ones my Grandpa grows on his