Lizabeth The Marigolds
This story is told from first point of view of a girl name Lizabeth. This story describes one of her experiences from her childhood. Lizabeth grew up during The Great Depression where her land was very poor and they lived in poverty she says,” I seem to remember the dust- the brown, crumbly dust of late summer-arid, sterile dust……bare brown feet (lines 2-5)” Lizabeth was the leader of her group of friends and loves frustrating and annoying Miss Lottie which would entertain them and get pass the time, ‘’ The idea caught on at once, for annoying Miss Lottie was always fun..” (Lines 104-105). Lizabeth takes place one time in throwing stones at Miss Lottie’s marigolds. “….a dazzling strip of bright blossoms, clumped together in enormous mounds, warm and passionate and sun-golden.” (Lines 166-167), the marigold are describe as the only spot of bright and amazing colors. For no reason at all these marigolds was hated by Lizabeth, they were something to beautiful in an ugly place, “they interfered with the perfect ugliness of the place; they were too beautiful…”
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….could not cut off the sound of my father’s harsh painful, despairing sob.” (lines 178-179). She had never heard her dad cry like that before nor did she considered the weakness of adults, “my mother, who was small and soft, was now the strength of the family; my father who was rock on which the family had been built, was sobbing like the tiniest child” (lines 187-189). After knowing of their difficult situation, Lizabeth wasn’t able to sleep and in the middle of the night returned to Miss Lottie’s flowerbed. There Lizabeth released her anger on the marigolds, trampling and stepping on them. Joey her brother tried stopping her, but she didn’t stop until she sat there next to the damage she created crying and realized it was too late to
….could not cut off the sound of my father’s harsh painful, despairing sob.” (lines 178-179). She had never heard her dad cry like that before nor did she considered the weakness of adults, “my mother, who was small and soft, was now the strength of the family; my father who was rock on which the family had been built, was sobbing like the tiniest child” (lines 187-189). After knowing of their difficult situation, Lizabeth wasn’t able to sleep and in the middle of the night returned to Miss Lottie’s flowerbed. There Lizabeth released her anger on the marigolds, trampling and stepping on them. Joey her brother tried stopping her, but she didn’t stop until she sat there next to the damage she created crying and realized it was too late to