Blogpost #4. Moving Water, Tucson

In Moving Water, Tucson a teenage boy decides to ride a flash flood on a wooden plank. This cool idea quickly turned bad. After a few seconds he fell off of the plank and was thrown against a footbridge.

The way that the author wrote this story made it more interesting. It had a very fluid flow to it, because he didn't make it sound tragic when he died. At the end of the story it said "We saw him downstream smash against the footbridge at the end of the block. Water held him there, rushing on." The way he wrote the ending is like how he wrote the rest, very calm and peaceful. I really like this author's writing style.

Blog Post #3

In the early 1900's my great grandparents came to New York from Ireland. They left their country for better opportunities. After being settled in for a decade or so, they moved down to the south in North Carolina. North Carolina was where both my grandparents grew up. They inherited the "Southern" way of living from their society. They developed thick country accents. They also learned good manners.

In the south, people have better manners than up in the north. (No offense Cap'n J) I don't know if this is true. It is just an observation. Lots of young southerners always say yes m'am, and yes sir. These characteristics aren't true to all southern families, but for a lot of them it is. All These qualities have rubbed off on me and all of my family. Most of my cousins have thick country accents, and are always polite when speaking to elders. They are also good workers too. Everyone on my dads side of the family lives or works on a farm. So, when the farm needs help the kids are put to work, and are to be punished if they refuse. These characteristics have shaped who I am today.

Wellborn

The mornings are beautiful with dense fog covering the railroad. Stray dogs are always crossing over the tracks looking for a morning breakfast. Cats are everywhere begging for food, and sitting outside the one gas station hoping to get a meal. The animals run freely here, and no one is bothered by them. Outside of the Whistle Stop Deli, there is a solid black cat that gets fed eggs every morning.

The cats and dogs are loved just as much as Johnny Choo Choo. If you live in Wellborn, you have definitely seen this inspirational man. Johnny has a few loose screws up in his head, but he doesn't let that get in his way. He is a very giving and nice person who can carry a conversation on about anything. Sitting by the railroad crossing every morning to watch the train carrying grain to the feed mill go by the man stares in awe. Anyone who messes with Johnny Choo Choo, messes with the whole town. He is an example of the people in this small town.

If you look east of the railroad, you see a the seventy year old post office. Behind it is a volunteer fire department that is loaded with local men day in and day out, I know you've heard them playing basketball during their break hours, they get louder than the trains whistle. The houses are filled with young and old country, hillbilly families. The houses that they live in are big old houses that date back to the 1920's. All of them are either painted, baby blue, white or yellow.

Across from the post office is the blue berry farm where everyone goes in the summer to pick blue berries off the trees. This place is where all of the kids go to hang out over the summer. They sit underneath a tree, eat blueberries, drink sweet tea, and listen to music. This town is like no other, due to its uniqueness and the peoples hospitality to the animals and community.

The Creek

We all knew that the creek was flowing very fast. It was as cold as ice, and more transparent than glass. These factors did not keep us from wading out and undamming the creek.
Tito, being the big cousin, waded out first. Then me and then Tito's brother. Tito kept staring at the water, and watching it rapidly flow downstream and into rocks. he seemed so fascinated by the water.
After the creek was undammed, Tito's big brother lost his shoe, and Tito dove in after it without thinking. He helplessly floated down the rapid stream. He grabbed onto a rock and held on for dear life. His brother rand down the side of the creek and helped his little brother to the shore where they gathered theirselves.