Personal Narrative: The City Of Slavery

The big regional city of Wheeling is a city to the south on the move and growing. Once the capital of the state, it’s a city flushing and thriving due to the steel industry which is growing with the steel cites in both state. Loyalties to the Unions and trouble with slavery have caused division within the state, but as always is when division comes prosperity follows

It was a cold morning as an elderly lady with long white hair, and a wrinkled face from years of a full life, looked out the large window in her kitchen as it rained mixed with big snow flurries. A late winter storm that had blown in early in the week is still hanging around. Mixed rain and snow fell and melted a little more of the ice and snow on the grass and the large barn in the distance. As the snow flurries descended majestically to the ground they would disappear as they hit. The cold rain that fell seemed to be in a race with the snow flurries to see which would hit the ground first.
She looked towards The barn out in the distance to the right side of her property had a shine to it as the rain that fell and was tossed against it by the wind, had frozen on its sides during the cold night. The old tobacco pouch on the side of the barn faded as it may be, had a shine to it. There were icicles of all lengths hanging from the …show more content…
Many names and faces now flooded her mind as she thinks about people she hadn’t thought about in years. Wondering where they went and what happened to them, she knew that a lot of them were buried in the cemetery in the township graveyard. Some of the people made her cry some made her laugh, but they were her Amish township people that helped make her who she was. Her very way of life and beliefs in that life were a direct result of their lives and her growing up with