Thanksgiving Piece- paragraph 2

Directions: Paragraph two is mainly a description of the person you’re writing about.  For homework, make a list of qualities that person has.  They can be physical qualities or you can describe qualities of their personality.  See the Capote piece below for other ideas.  Put the list on the next available page of your WNB. DUE Monday.

 

Directions: Write a draft of paragraph 1.  It should JUST include the setting.  It MUST include details- what could you see? what did it smell like? what sounds could you hear?

Remember, if you don’t remember exact details, create details that feel true to the situation.

Use the Truman Capote piece below as inspiration if you wish.

1         Imagine a morning in late November.  A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago.  Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town.  A great black stove is its main feature; but there is also a big round table and a fireplace with two rocking chairs placed in front of it.  Just today the fireplace commenced its seasonal roar.

2         A woman with shorn white hair is standing at the kitchen window.  She is wearing tennis shoes and a shapeless gray sweater over a summery calico dress.  She is small and sprightly, like a bantam hen; but, due to a long youthful illness, her shoulders are pitifully hunched.  Her face is remarkable- not unlike Lincoln’s, craggy like that, and tinted by sun and wind; but it is delicate too, finely boned, and her eyes are sherry-colored and timid.  “Oh my,” she exclaims, her breath smoking the windowpane, “it’s fruitcake weather!”

3         The person to whom she is speaking is myself.  I am seven; she is sixty-something.  We are cousins, very distant ones, and we have lived together- well, as long as I can remember.  Other people inhabit the house, relatives; and though they have power over us, and frequently make us cry, we are not, on the whole, too much aware of them.  We are each other’s best friend.  She calls me Buddy, in memory of a boy who was formerly her best friend.  The other Buddy died in the 1880’s, when she was still a child.  She is still a child.

-Truman Capote