tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375071335679640824.post3813779145677597207..comments2023-10-11T06:26:01.345-07:00Comments on American Literature After 1945 Fall 2014: The World Around UsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859084138187073439noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375071335679640824.post-12974852553984645972014-09-14T21:51:23.631-07:002014-09-14T21:51:23.631-07:00Kayla,
I would agree with this interpretation were...Kayla,<br />I would agree with this interpretation were it not for that last line: "Somebody loves us all." Bishop intentionally brings us into it with that "us." Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15859084138187073439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375071335679640824.post-2240295955716775242014-09-12T14:46:49.920-07:002014-09-12T14:46:49.920-07:00You made some great points! It's important to...You made some great points! It's important to remember that families are families provincial areas still like to look special and feel that homeiness too (the doiles etc). It reminds me of when I was growing up in a very small, pretty well off town. My family was one of the few lower middle class families in a town with a high school that only had about 500 in attendance. I grew up in a three family house on a street that otherwise had huge, beautiful homes. My house looked fine on the outside, comically so I think with pink aluminium siding and two big goofy looking mismatched trees in the front. My dad did all the repair work on the old house because our landlord did nothing. We moved out six and a half years ago and I went by my old block about a week ago. Within a year after we had left, the two other tenants had moved out as well, and apparently no one else has moved in. My childhood home now has bright orange signs on it signifying it as a Condemned Property and it's half being torn down, half falling down. The identical house behind it that my friend grew up in is now covered in vines and bramble, completely overgrown. The other houses on our old block however have all gone under major renovations and additions, making them more palatial than ever before. I don't know if the same people still live there but I distinctly recall not going trick-or-treating o n my own block because no one ever gave out candy, and they'd always be home. None of these outward appearances tell us anything about the people within. I had a lovely childhood filled with hand crafted birthdays and a lot of homemade furniture, many of the people in these large homes were rude and even unkind to any children on their quiet street. If you never saw my home you'd think only some of the richest in the town lived there, whereas my old home now looks post apocalyptic, like something out of The Hunger Games. I learned very quickly (because of that house) how deceiving the outside could be, however our suburban ideals can make it a hard lesson to learn.Maria Torontohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00696620781165132644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375071335679640824.post-69593090546202089312014-09-12T12:15:24.319-07:002014-09-12T12:15:24.319-07:00I really enjoyed this one. It made me think about...I really enjoyed this one. It made me think about how different people are everywhere, and that what I am used to isn't what so many other people are used to. Different styles of life make people happy everywhere.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00516969279986789611noreply@blogger.com