The glass was crystal clear but for a tiny chip on the rim, the fog created a blurry transparency by my breath and addressed the smudged finger marks. My mouth dry and lips cracked from lack of fluid, savored the ice The glass was a beautiful sight and the water even more so. I could feel my throat shivering from the icy flow of fluids hasty running down my esophagus. The swath of feelings that made my body quiver of excitement. All of this satisfaction came from a drink, the drink that only mattered at that moment, the one who brought pleasure to my thirsty mouth, it was like heaven brought to earth. Yet, it belonged there, in the isolated mysterious room. Nobody entered there except the employees, but just by walking by it you could feel the frosty airbrushing through your arms that imminently made you step away from it. They brought this stunning refreshment from this room within the saloon. It is the old west? How is it possible to keep it freezing in here? The only thing that was brought up to mind was the river, the ice-cold river that my grandma told me about. Everyone in town knew that jumping in there was virulent. You could freeze to death by attempting to swim in there. They probably moved the water, perhaps take big pieces of ice, into a container, a big giant bowl, and stored their bottles of beer in it. That was the only way I could imagine to store such heavenly drink that brought contentment to many.
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A breeze, a cold air rushing through the dry plants that surround the bright red structure that gave a semi-virulent smell that covered the whole entire Simmens’ building. The animals, the smell, the plants, the structure, all of it was not as bright or formidable as the color or the barn itself. Nothing else interested the young ruth more than why the barn was red. As a teenager, she understood the purpose of the barn, but not the color.
“Mrs. Simmens, I’ve observed your barn for the last couple of days and I have a quick questions in regards to the color of the barn. Why is it red?” ruth asked as she crossed her arms with great curiosity and concern. “Well, Ruth. That’s a very good question and there’s quite a funny story behind it, and it’s probably not as interesting” Mrs. Simmens answered with a relaxed voice, yet at she finished her sentence she squinted her eyes trying to think about it. “I would love to know the reason and story behind it, I have been looking for an answer and your story will definitely help” Ruth uncrossed her arms as she also lifted and fixed her posture with her eyes beseeching for a reply. “Well, to be honest it was the budget. Nathan and I were talking about how much money we had to make this barn, and honestly I just said ‘ Nathan we have no money’. We thought about it thoroughly and saw that red was the cheapest color we could find to paint the barn.” She said as if there was no haste. “Is that really it? I thought there was a whole meaning behind it, perhaps that was the only color that the animals saw, it could’ve been to protect the animals from supernatural spirits, or something like a cultural legend” ruth responded with an upset and disappointed voice. “Well ruth, I guess we’ll never be satisfied. Not everything is what we expect it to be, and you know what that is called? Re-a-li-ty. I’m sorry little girl, maybe you can make your own story, or maybe understand that when you make your own barn,” She answered with such a real statement to Ruth’s voice that seemed upset. Ruth ran away before Mrs. Simmens said something else. She finally realized that you can’t have anything in life, but that if you never ask, you’ll never know. For my honors project, my group decided to read a book. We chose to read Flapper by Joshua Zeitz! It's a book about the 1920s and how women were back then. The book starts off by giving us an introduction to Euguina Kelly, a rebellious that acted against her mother's beliefs. She is known to be this reckless wealthy girl who loves to go to jazz clubs, get closer to older men and dancing. Her mother is against all of the "freedom" she is giving herself, even though she is already in her early twenties. She influenced the flapper lifestyle into so many young women. Zelda Sayre was very influenced by it, another important character we are introduced to, and she lived her life to the fullest. She didn't care about the consequences and she would be a perfect example of the term we use today, YOLO (you only live once). The author really goes into detail about her life and her love relationship with F. Scott Fitzgerald, who wrote The Great Gatsby. Here the author really goes deep into the story between these two and how the flapper lifestyle affected them both. A great amount of parents diagreed with such life, it was rebellious and reckless. One example that really caught my attention regarding the life of the young women from a parental perspective was the "Devil's Wagon". Conservative and victorian parents saw automobiles as such a high technology tool for young people to use to lose contact with their parents. The thought that it was a way for the youngsters to escape the supervision of their form of authority. I think that this can still be displayed today, lots of people are still trying to escape that "boss" figure from their life. We are so influence by social media on how we are supposed to be, look like, and live like. We need to follow these trends in order for us to be accepted in society. I agree on that aspect with parents but we must leave room for our modern world to develop productively.
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AuthorPaola Toledo Real Archives
October 2018
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