Analysis Of The Story ' Gone With The Wind ' Essay
“I know that probably sounds kind a silly to you,” she said. “But I remember hearing that at the beginning of the story Melanie Wilkes was reading aloud on that picture show, Gone with the Wind. I felt that I was born was as good a beginning as any to tell the story of my life, especially when the story begins on the day I was born.”
“Yes, Ma’am, it will be fine.”
“I was born a sharecroppers daughter. Of course, I don’t actually remember the day I was born. I reckon there aren’t many that can. Mama said I was born on the thirteenth day of September and it was still hot as Hades. From my figuring, the year was 1936.
The first real remembrance I have, was watching my mama change Anna’s diaper. Anna was my baby sister. We was sitting out yonder under the shade of that oak tree,” she said, pointing across the field.
“We was resting from the heat of the noonday sun. Mama had Annabelle lying across her knees. I remember looking out across the fields to where my daddy was plowing. Dust was rising behind him as he plowed. Every now and then, the wind would catch the dust, swirl it up high in the air and then it would cut out across the field on its own. They looked like tiny tornadoes. Mama called them dust devils.
In the heat of the day, the air would get wavy looking. Mama said the heat…