“Bienvenidos a Newport Beach” by Firoozeh Dumas The story starts off in Whittier, California, then ends up in Newport California. But first the author describes his home in Whittier, which he wasn't very fond of.. Dumas say’s “…
When I was young in Mastic Beach, we spent Saturday mornings on the porch eating pancakes made by mom and naming all the birds that flew by. When I was young in Mastic Beach, the scent of paint lingered on dads clothes as he taught me how to make the images in my head appear on the canvas in front of me. The clay he brought home already sculpted into figures and applauded no matter how unrecognizable they actually were. When I was young in Mastic Beach, we made frequent trips to the beach at sunset and stayed well into the night, not caring about the mosquito bites that littered our bodies.…
Life in a California Mission: The Journals of Jean François De La Pérouse gives an insight into the lives of Native Americans during the 18th century from a European perspective. This was a period referred as “Age of Discovery” since most people, cultures and societies, who dominated unexplored regions of the world, were now being discovered. In the same period, 1769 – 1833, several missions came up between San Diego and Sonoma that were each day’s journey estimated at 30 miles apart. Each mission had two priests to oversight and a group of soldiers provided protection for the mission. Life there consisted of long days of hard, repetitive work with only holiday celebrations providing the needed time off for the community in missions.…
Professor Dietz English 112 Collin Habib Inquiry Three Creative Non-Fiction Narrative June 6, 1944 Dog-Green Sector, Omaha Beach The Atlantic waves rolled into us from all sides and angles, knocking us around in our rectangular, metal boat like…
Driving through Long Beach a week ago Friday, I was honored to be chauffeuring an Italian that just couldn't get enough of the jacarandas -- he said they looked like fairy trees and kept asking what they were called. My parents had jacarandas in each of the backyards of the homes I grew up in here in SoCal. I love seeing the world through the eyes of a journeyer.…
As I was contemplating my first move to resolve the situation, I knew that I would need an adult ally to achieve my purpose. My mother would have to be that person. We spent the first night of the trip in a motel in Donner, CA. The next day we continued our journey to the San Fransico Bay area, where my father had secured a job working for the railroad. The first two days in California we stayed in a nice motel, and it even had a swimming pool.…
It was a strangely cold but nevertheless beautiful day in Arcadia Bay. Even though the sun was high in the horizon, you only noticed its presence because of its yellow bright light shining though the bus' window. Max her head was thumping, her whole body ached and shivered. Not at all thanks to the weather, but because she had just made one of the hardest decisions in her life. Choosing between life and the death of none other than Chloe.…
In the first few weeks of my father’s senior year in high school he was called into the principal’s office and he was told, “Mr. Bragdon, if you don’t start showing up for school I am going to expel you.” See at the time, dad’s single mother of four was struggling to pay the bills, which meant he needed to do whatever he could to supply the family with an additional income. So he went lobstering. In response to the principal, the very next day dad walked into his office and set down on his desk a stack of books and his check from that week. He then looked at the principal and said “Sir, I believe I just made more in one week than you will in the next two months.…
As I said “goodbye” to Johns Creek, I began venturing on a new journey. I would have slept on the long 8-hour expedition if not for the spectacular books that we had brought on the trip. As I grabbed the first book, it was like winning the best of the best. The book could keep someone busy for an entire 3 hours. The experience was as if the book was talking to me.…
Max Beckmann was German artist of many talents not only was he a painter, but he was also a sculptor, printmaker and a writer. He was labeled a expressionist by historians even though he didn 't believe in it he rejected both the idea and the movement. Being born into a middle-class family in Leipzig, Saxony. From his youth he pitted himself against the old masters. His traumatic experience of being in World War one really played major role in his paintings and the stories behind them.…
It was like any other day in the Akomish home of Salmon Bay. The seagulls were flying about, and the sun was as radiant as ever. Yet for, some reason it felt like today was gonna take an unforeseeable turn, you felt it in your gut. What had you extremely puzzled however, was the reason behind that unshakable feeling. You didn't know what it was!…
Recently, the early morning birds singings have awaken me from hazy beach dreams, feeling as if the beach has been using a luring force. Although, the beach is not 8 minutes away anymore, but 8 hours away, the fulfilling wonderful memories as a child remain as if they were created yesterday. Nearby congested Los Angeles International Airport, in California, is Santa Monica beach where countless memories were created as a child. In spite of the congested highways of Los Angeles, the uncertain free spirit culture and the impending horrific earthquake, it is where during the peak of dawns on Saturdays my family would gather and pack multiple coolers for our trip to Santa Monica beach. Moreover, my parents would always have a separate cooler…
Gunshots followed by a chorus of screams penetrated my eardrums. Bullets grazed the front door stopping at the back wall of my home. The place I long and miss the most is also the most troubled. The home my family left behind in Colombia is a pivotal component of my life today. Undoubtedly, the house passed from generations is most important to me.…
Anna Maria Florida It was a hot, humid Sunday in Anna Maria Florida. We were going to the beach with the 3 other families that went with us. It was about a five minute walk from our house we rented to the beach, which really felt like five hours because I was really excited. Once we FINALLY got there my friends and I decided to take our shoes off and find a perfect spot in the white hot sand to set up of chairs and umbrella. We took our clothes off because our swim suits were underneath and sprinted to the clear blue ocean.…
In 2004 my family and I made our first trip to the beach. The adventure seemed to take a lifetime to reach our destination. Being in the car for 12 hours is not what any child would call a fun time. My brother and I would play video games and watch movies to past the time away and eat the snacks mom would pack us.…