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December 2018

    On a Child’s Christmas in Wales

by Joseph Doherty

 

    With Imagination anything can happen. Ones life is dull and boring without an imagination. Throughout this story there are many examples of imagination: hippos and the cats that were leopards and other furious creatures. Showing how much of his great memories came from his vivid imagination. It was a Christmas day and the kid and Jim were hunting for cats. In their in fur caps and moccasins were stalking their prey. hurling snow balls at any that showed, but their next experience would take their mind away from the cats completely because Mrs. Pothero was screaming for help from the inside of her igloo.  

This was better than all the cats in Wales standing on the wall in a row. We bounded into the house, laden with snowballs, and stopped at the open door of the smoke-filled room.

This is where his imagination and real life start to mix. even though these events are actually happening, but he is exaggerating the experience. Show how they loved hunting for cats with snowballs, but the fire was a whole new level of interesting. boring lives take over with out imagination, these boys probably would have just called the fire fighters, which I would have done. Instead, through their imagination they first went in , but when they seemed no match they called the real guys in. Life, is not dull, but exciting with an imagination. 

    The mind reacts to words when more interesting. In A Childs Christmas in Whales there is Image and Action and Muscular verbs that detail to the story. Since the story doesn’t really have a plot so he relies on smaller stories that mush together in a group of stories. They come to life by the descriptive word, so you are able to see the story and not just hear it. 

And I remember that we went singing carols once, when there wasn't the shaving of a moon to light the flying streets. At the end of a long road was a drive that led to a large house, and we stumbled up the darkness of the drive that night, each one of us afraid, each one holding a stone in his hand in case, and all of us too brave to say a word.

This story would be boring, but with the word choice the scene comes to life. The use of repetition shows the importance of the words. The sentence, “each one of us afraid, each one holding a stone in his hand in case, and all of us too brave to say a word.”  Shows the importance of each of us and all of us. Saying that they were a group and how they were all together in the same boat. All scared to start caroling to the old, big, and scary house. With image and action almost every word is image on image or image on action. With lines: “when there wasn’t the shaving of a moon to light the flying street.” Through the importance of repetition and importance of of good word choice that bring to life the story of his past Christmas Days. 


The Power of Tradition

More Than Just a Christmas break 

By Joseph Doherty

“You must be in tune with the times and prepared to break with tradition.”

-James Agee

                    Traditions last a lifetime. Over the years our traditions have changed for Christmas Eve. Whether it be participating in the native play at church to eating risotto balls every year. Starting a young age Christmas was always dear to my heart, which probably came from getting gifts. It was Christmas 2016 when I first, realized that the`re was more to this holiday then gifts. It was the year after I had several deaths in the family. When It was December 24. I felt a distinct difference from the years of past. Family member not there made the house seem lifeless, with few people inhabiting it. Great uncles and an aunt gone from the equations. Even some of the small traditions were gone. From those years on,  judging Christmas on how good the presents were seemed ridiculous. I learned that Christmas wasn't about presents, but spending time with my family and cherishing past memories with relatives were the real gifts. Losing Family members was almost like losing a part of Christmas. My Aunt Debbie who would alway be beside my dad in the kitchen. Her famous risotto balls were always a show stopper bringing a silence to the room as people indulged in this once a year phenomenon. The their Uncles: Jack, Leo, and Ernie. who bestowed the children with stories on what there Christmases looked like. Creating a crowd as they told funny stories, and always dropping hints of wisdom. Now as I look at the rooms I can see the shell of what this holiday used to look like. This year things have slowed down not as many people come through the house; at the same time, my family starts to begin traditions of our own. Hopefully, we can start our own traditions that last for many years. In the words of Andrew Hienz, " Cherish the little things."