[So I won't Forget
It's almost a year since this happened . But the other day I got to thinking about it again and decided to write it down on paper. That way, when I get older, I can read it over and keep it fresh in my memory.
I was only a freshman then, and miss Allen, who taught our English class, gave us an assignment in composition which, for kids of our age_ most of us were anywhere between thirteen and fifteen_ seemed kind of childish. She asked us to go home and write a composition about anything or anybody we wanted to. She said we could describe the house where we lived, or our back yard. Or tell about our father and mother, or anybody we were interested in. I decided I would write a composition about my father, and this is what I wrote:
My father was a tall man, I don't know exactly, but I guess he must have been several inches more than six feet. He wasn't fat, but he looked big and strong all over. I wouldn't write all this down, Miss Allen, but you told us to describe the person we selected to write about , so here goes.
He had black hair and black eyes. His eyes seemed to look right through a guy, and they seemed to say, "you're my kid, Johnny, and I'm your Pa. When you grow up and I'm dead, don't forget you are a piece of me, just like the land you live on is a piece of God's world"
He never wore store clothes, my PA didn't; and the day we got in the pick-up truck on our ranch and started for Wagon rim he was dressed like he always was. He had a loose belt slung around his middle, high heels boots like most everybody wears, and the cuffs of his levis were trucked into the top of his boots
"Johnny, "he said when we came around the last bend before we got into the town, "your Ma has been pestering me to have a picture taken. Just to keep her satisfied, suppose we go to the photo store and let them take a picture of you."
"Aw, Pa, "I said, "I ain't dressed for it"
"Don't worry about that, "Pa said.
We drove on into Wagon Rim and Pa drew up in front of Marberry's Picture Gallery. Mr.
Marberry was right glad to see us. Seems like Ma had called him up and told him Pa was coming to town to have his ohotograph taken. First off, he tried to persuade Pa to pose for a picture. But Pa said, "I'm getting on in years, Mr. Marberry, and it ain't nothing but a vanity and a sin for a man to get puffed up in his old age. You take a picture of Johnny here, and everybody will be satisfied."
Mr. Marberry told Pa how much it was going to cost, and Pa took the money out of his pocket and laid it on Mr. Marberry's desk. Then Mr. Marberry had me sit in a straight backed chair, and made me look over to one side and smile. I guess he didn't like the way I did it because he took three or four more pictures.
We got out of there, and Pa bought a roll of chicken-coop write and a couple of other things we needed for the ranch. He bought Ma a set of red curtains for the kitchen, and bought me an ice cream soda. Afterwards he stopped at the tobacco shop and got himself a package of Bull Durham, and we started home.
He didn't speak to me all the way home so I had plenty of chance to watch him. His jaw stuck out a little,
and I thought it stuck out because he was getting ready to meet any argument Ma might put up on account of his not having his picture taken. His hat sat on the back of his head, which let the black of his hair seem even blacker in the sunlight. There were plenty of patches of gray, but they didn't seem to count because he was so big and strong.
"I sure enjoyed that rip into the town with you, Pa, "I said
"you didn't enjoy it any more than I did, Johnny. "He started straight ahead down the sandy road. When he spoke a gain his voice was ;ow and kind of sad. "I hope you and I will always be good pals, even when you grow up and I'm a real old man."
I took hold of his right arm and squeezed it. "That's the way I want it too, Pa, "I said .
When we got almost home he said, "Johnny, if your mother is real mad at me for not getting my picture taken, we'll go into town next Saturday and attend to it. Only, let's you and me both try and talk her out of the idea."
"Why are you so set against having your picture taken, Pa?" I asked him.
"It's kind of hard to explain, son. "He said. "I guess every man has a superstition of some sort, like not wanting to walk under a ladder, or getting out of his way to miss walking across the trail of a black cat. That's the way I feel about taking pictures. I never had one taken, and unless your Ma is too all powerful, I never will."
He looked sort of apologetic as we drove up the road toward home. Right at that moment, I bet he would have let a camera shoot right through him, even if the camera were loaded with machine gun bullets.
"I should have a haircut, "he said. "I need a shave, too. I ought to be ashamed of myself for expecting you and your Ma to put up with an old tramp like me."
I looked up at him, and honest, I never saw as handsome a man as my Pa was right at that moment. The hair on his chest showed beneath the collar of his shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, and even though his hands hung limp upon the steering wheel the muscles in his forearms stood out strong and steady, and comforting
Maybe he didn't wear the best clothes of anybody around Wagon Rim, but that didn't influence my opinion of him. I thought, and I still think my Pa was the handsomest, best looking, finest, dear old Pa in all the world.
That's the composition I handed in to Miss Allen. She read it over, and then peered at me over the top of her spectacles, kind of funny, and said "Johnny, I'd appreciate it if you would bring a picture of your father to school."
"I can't do that, Miss Allen, "I said. "My Pa never had a picture taken. You see, he was superstition."
"I know he was, "she agreed, "because I was very well acquainted with your father, and of course I knew that he died. Just before you were born, Johnny. So I don't see_ I can't understand_how you could describe him so exactly like he was.""Neither can I, "I said.
السلام عليكم
حبيباتي أختي طالبة منكم مساعدة وتبغااااااه قبل الأثنييين
الله يسعدكم بيضو وجهي معاها
تبغاكم تعملوا له SETTING ولكم ألف شكر
معليش إذا ماهو مرتب لكن كل ماأحاول أرتبه يدخل في بعض لكن إن شاء الله مفهوم ...تحياتي
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يلزم عليك تسجيل الدخول أولًا لكتابة تعليق.
الصفحة الأخيرة
the setting in this story as I think is Johnny's home.the story is tell us about a home work that johnny was asked to write,of course when johnny gets back from school he started writing this assignment.
هذا الي طلع معي و***** الله يكون صحيح....وبداية لازم تكتب تعريف settingاول شي
وأهم شي أبغى دعواتك الحلوه وإدعي لأمي إن الله يشفيها ...ادعي بقلبك مو لازم برد