Amelia




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=**AMELIA'S JOURNALS **=



Darl, Page 39


Something struck a chord when I read the quote above from the section. To me, it shows that the whole young life of one person is determined by two people. When and where you are born, and how you live your life is pre-determined by your parents. When your life is over, however, it is your determination of when and where. People believe that life can be taken away, but I believe that it is usually it is up to the inner will of a person. This picture of a heart represents two halves coming together to form one life, and the break in the middle shows the ending death of that person.



Vardaman, Page 84


My mother is a fish. I caught her all in her mess, and I held onto her while she floundered about. Then she was a fish. They chopped her up and stuck her in the griddle, but she couldn't breathe. I cut holes in it so she could. Nobody knows but me. Jewel thinks she is a horse, but I know better. Darl pretends she doesn't exist, but she does. She is a fish. They forget about her all the time. Once they even tried to cook her up. I wouldn't let them. I don't want to eat her, and I don't want the earth to eat her either.



Addie, Page 169


 All this time He was mine, But I was not his.

My heart was in another's hands. But I gave him life; Four lives All just for him, So he would not feel, He would not know My deceit.

His words are hollow, His actions, untrue. I did not want him Or his "love". But then they were there; His children.

All but one that was mine All to myself, And with someone real; Someone for which I truly felt. We //were//.

My secret lies within, and he will never know.

All this time He was mine, But I was not his.

I stood there, really nervous. I had my package with me. He was supposed to make a move to me to come in. I looked around while he looked at me funny. The wood floors felt good under my bare toes. I didn't want anyone to know, so I answered his questions as short as I could. He was dumb. He didn't understand my female trouble. I think he finally got it, and I was ready to just have it done and leave.

"I got the money to pay you," I had said, so he had to help me now. He said that a thousand dollars or ten cents would not be enough. Maybe I didn't have enough money. I started to panic. Lafe told me that the druggist could help me. Why would Lafe lie to me? He rambled on about getting married, and I just wondered about Lafe. He was smart, so how could he be wrong?

I got a feeling in my stomach as the druggist talked. //Oh no//, I thought. //Maybe it's because I'm too late.// I didn't want to be here anymore. Lafe. He wouldn't lie. I walked out of the store, but nothing knew me. Everything was black. It was just me and my package. The wood got splintery beneath my feet. I got back to the wagon, and felt as if I had never left. Lafe. Darl knew. Lying is a nasty thing. No, not lying. He would not lie.

Dewey Dell



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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Who is this <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> boy? Cash is hurt and he struggles to stay alive from the loss of blood. He is here because of me. He sacrificed to get me across that river and has paid dearly. Who is this boy? Anse's child could possibly be so selfless? Maybe that is because he is my child. All of this time I have separated myself from the gifts that I gave that deplorable Anse. But maybe underneath, they are more than just a product of a false marriage. Why he does this to himself I will never know. I half expected them all to be delayed several days because of this. I half expected to rot over a month before I ever found the cool darkness of the earth. I took joy out of watching Anse wallow in my stench. The embarassment that followed him around presenting a carcass to every place he went makes me feel so gratified. But what of the others? The slave children of selfish Anse, to follow him blindly to the end of the earth. They are all sheep, lacking any will. But what of Cash? He does not follow, but he truly wants to share in the path, in my transport. He continues on, not wanting to slow us down. But he bleeds so, and he sweats and gasps with pain. Who is this boy? He made my coffin through the hot summer, and even sought my approval for it. He is more of a son to me than I thought he would ever be. A son. A life, so willing to please my own life, now passed on into my own death. Is there this bit of light in all of them? No, of course not. That would be silly. Maybe. Maybe they are more than that .=====

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<span style="color: #000080; display: block; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; text-align: left;"> Journal, I am so sick of this goddamn man. He doesn't understand. That horse is mine. When Anse returned to Armstid's and told me he traded my horse, I blacked. I could feel the anger in me. I grabbed the horse and ran, ran as fast and far as I could. I felt his power beneath me, unlike anything I have ever known. We reached an empty field, the wind at our backs. I dismounted. He stood. I stood.

I examined his legs, running my hands over his coat for one last time. His breathing was steady. I stood infront of him, and felt his hot breath on my skin. He was mine. I had felt so alone before he was here. So isolated. I thought about my mother. She was mine too. I tenderly rubbed his face. Dammit. He knew. I knew.

"I guess this is good-bye." I whispered. I began to walk away, to a place I didn't know. He followed me. The sunlight faded as we ventured across the field. I walked. He walked.

We came across the farm belonging to that man. Eustace, that was his name. I led him to the barn. It was warm there. There were other horses inside. I kicked a few walls as I walked out. I left. He stayed.

Jewel

<span style="color: #008080; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif;">Diary, I have not felt a pain like that in the longest time. I could not control my own body. I vomitted all over, over and over again. But there was one thought that did not leave my mind. //My tools.// I could not leave without them.

Dewey Dell is beside me all the while. The hem of her dress becomes my only comfort. She wipes at the corners of my mouth. What a fine mother she will be someday.

The water I was soaked with was ice cold. I wish I could have shivered. But all I wanted were my tools. They were my family. I had saved for so long to collect them all. I can hear Darl and Jewel and Vernon Tull splashing about. Are they still out there?

Dewey Dell pulls me back into conciousness. They hold them up. //My tools!// Something is missing. I close my eyes as another wave of nausea comes over me. I turn and vomit once again. Then Dewey's dress is there again. I hear more splashing in the water. Then Dewey squats next to me. Her wet dress reveals more than I ever expected to see. She has a secret.

Cash

Newspaper article on Cash's section, page 82