“A Worn Path” Eudora Welty’s “A Worn Path” is a nationally known narrative about Ms. Phoenix Jackson, an elderly African American woman living in the southern parts of the United States. Ms. Jackson has been through a lot in her lifetime due to the color of her skin, such as working in cotton fields. Ms. Jackson is a grandmother on a mission to get medication for her sick grandson, who many do not believe is still alive. Ms. Jackson’s age has taken a toll on her, as she is beginning to lose her memory and stamina. Ms. Jackson must overcome obstacles around her on her way into town, including a large hill that ends at the log over the creek, an old cotton and dead maze field, and the final leg of her journey, the ravine in the woods. Ms.
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As she is walking through these fields she can only imagine what the next step in her life will be. She is old and fragile, and death is right on her heels. Her memory is beginning to fade and everything that she sees around her is beginning to look like animate things. This seems to be like the “bight light at the end of a tunnel” scenario for her, as her life is flashing back right before her eyes. Ms. Jackson states that “Big dead trees, like black men with one arm, were standing in the purple stalks of the withered cotton field.” (289) Ms. Jackson is beginning to have memories at this time about herself and other black people working in the cotton fields to make a living. She continues on her journey to the maze field, where the path is not certain. Up until this point on her journey, Ms. Jackson has created her own path and she continues to take that path. “’Through the maze now,’ she said, ‘for there was no path.’” (289) Ms. Jackson must continue on her journey so that she may see what her life has in store for her …show more content…
Jackson made her way into town and overcame all of the obstacles that she had to face. She was able to get the medicine for her grandson, and then began returning home. Ms. Jackson is a true hero for going such a long distance for someone she loves very much. She put her body through more than any elderly, fragile person should have to go through. She is a tough individual, and an inspiration to those who read about her. In the end, Ms. Jackson was able to overcome the large hill that ended at the log over the creek, the old cotton and dead maze fields, and the ravine in the woods where she met the racist
As she is walking through these fields she can only imagine what the next step in her life will be. She is old and fragile, and death is right on her heels. Her memory is beginning to fade and everything that she sees around her is beginning to look like animate things. This seems to be like the “bight light at the end of a tunnel” scenario for her, as her life is flashing back right before her eyes. Ms. Jackson states that “Big dead trees, like black men with one arm, were standing in the purple stalks of the withered cotton field.” (289) Ms. Jackson is beginning to have memories at this time about herself and other black people working in the cotton fields to make a living. She continues on her journey to the maze field, where the path is not certain. Up until this point on her journey, Ms. Jackson has created her own path and she continues to take that path. “’Through the maze now,’ she said, ‘for there was no path.’” (289) Ms. Jackson must continue on her journey so that she may see what her life has in store for her …show more content…
Jackson made her way into town and overcame all of the obstacles that she had to face. She was able to get the medicine for her grandson, and then began returning home. Ms. Jackson is a true hero for going such a long distance for someone she loves very much. She put her body through more than any elderly, fragile person should have to go through. She is a tough individual, and an inspiration to those who read about her. In the end, Ms. Jackson was able to overcome the large hill that ended at the log over the creek, the old cotton and dead maze fields, and the ravine in the woods where she met the racist