Silent Spring

events before him. The first section, responding to the father’s death, demonstrates the narrator silencing the world around him. He describes an experience of walking down a New York street where he “stopped hearing traffic, voices, the racket of spring wind” (8-9). The use of negative words such as “traffic,” “voices,” and “racket” show the narrator’s view of such things as distracting. He expands upon this action, stating: “That…

but most importantly after all (with one exception) of William Watts brothers, Zachariah 's white ‘uncles ' and some of his favourite white ‘cousins '. The important exception was Washington. Zachariah would have no Washington as a son - a form of silent protest to a man disliked. All the girls were to be named from Annabella 's side. For a few…

There are many ways to help raise awareness and to raise funds for research about Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. You can give cash donations in the memory of an infant or another loved one to the American SIDS Institute. You can also sign up to host a Spring-for-SIDS…

Tertius would not stop. In fact, he purposely hurried the horse along and said, “Oh, those berries can be found anywhere. Please be patient, I will pick some for you later.” And he made the horse move faster. After a while, they came to a beautiful spring where the water was clear and playful. It was so inviting that any passer-by would be tempted to take a swim or have a…

It was a Sunday afternoon, not unlike any of the others. April 29, 1945. Almost halfway through spring and there was still snow on the ground. We had just arrived in Dachau, Germany, not more than a few hours ago. The Germans had been out of the area for at least a few days, and we had come to investigate the area and search for a concentration camp said to be located in the area. Truthfully, more than anything, I was curious as to what could be here. I had heard stories about the concentration…

In Edgar Allan Poe’s “ The Masque of the Red Death” the main focus is not on just the party itself but what lies outside of Prince Prospero's abby, the black plague. This was a grave disease that tormented the people of Europe during the 14th Century. It originally came from a bacteria in rats that then would be transferred to humans in the form of a flea bite. Due to the disease being a bacteria once it was in ones system they could easily infect someone else through both the air and bodily…

It is mid-december in Seattle, I pull my coat tighter to my body as I walk home from work. It's 2:47am, I've only just finished my late shift at the diner. I begin thinking about my family back in Portland, what happened last spring, as I often do. I can still feel the scorching heat. Lost in my thoughts, I must've taken a wrong turn. When I look up I am in a dark alley way, and I have absolutely no idea where I am. I stop walking and look around, trying to find anything familiar to give me a…

chair, moves restless hands between his pocket and hanky, his eyes fixed on every rise and fall of her chest, longing to hold and comfort his first grandchild. My daughter’s birth wasn’t like the beautiful stories I’d heard or movies I’d seen. It was silent - her scrawny, little, blue body, static in the cold air of the big world. My father sitting beside me, mumbles, ‘heart disease is in the family you know... your family’. The ICU door swings a close. Through the viewing window, I catch a…

His narrow feet sprang spritely across the smoothly worn, marble cobblestone. His heels danced musically leaving the ground as suddenly as a spring storms as if each stone burned like a scorching coal filled with passionate intensity. Feverish with anticipation the clamorous anarchy of his mear footsteps echoing off the narrow brick walls; abruptly broken by deafening silence of anticipation. At the crossroads of Salem and Hope Street stood the red paned door of the glass telephone box. Isolated…

It was a typical Friday night, in the spring of 2003, my mom had just dropped me off at the gas station so I could go over to my dads. After I got in my dads truck we drove over to his friends house where we would stay till late hours into the night. I tried to stay up as late as I could so my dad would not leave me at this stranger’s house, but inevitably as the second grader that I was I couldn’t compete with the older men when it came to who could stay up the latest. Needless to say I woke up…