...My Mother and Her Sister by Jane Rogers Looking back at our childhood, we all had a certain idea of how the world around us was working. An ignorant illusion that was created by our parents and the way we have been raised as a child. As we become grown-ups, everything is turned upside down and suddenly we see the world around us from another perspective. This is the exact theme in the short story “My Mother and Her Sister” by Jane Rogers, 1996, which tells the story about a girl who finally realises that the people around her, after all doesn’t match the illusions from her childhood. ”My Mother and Her Sister” is told from a 1st person narrator’s point of you, limited to the unnamed main character of short story. This is being expressed already in the first line of the short story: “My aunt Lucy…”(l.1). Reading the short story you get the feeling that the main character is a woman, because of her feminine values and behaving in life. The short story is set in modern time, and is characterised by a lot of flashbacks, throughout the story. The flashbacks reflect the main character’s life, as it was before she became a grown-up woman. Especially here, we get to know her aunt Lucy, and her deceased mother Dorothy, who are sisters and not to mention each other’s opposites. Both are included in the main character’s sweet childhood, where everything is portrayed with joy and happiness. Here Dorothy, the main character’s mother, is described as person who enjoys life...
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...My mother and her sister People keep searching for happiness, even though they aren't sure what happiness is to them. If you ask people how they would define happiness, you would probably get a lot of different answers. Some would say that happiness to them would be money, some would say love, and some would say family and friends. If you look the word up in the dictionary, you will find the synonyms; pleasure, joys, delight etc., even not the dictionary has a good explanation of the word. It's the same about love, most people know what love is, but would never could define it. In this assignment I will analyze and interpret Jane Roger's short story "my mother and her sister". To put my interpretation into perspective, will I Include a discussion of the extract from Sarah Stickney's book, "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time", from 1839, and Gustav Klimt's painting, "The kiss" from 1907-08. A: Lucy and the narrator is the main characters in this story. The story is about a mother, Lucy, and her sister Dorothy. When Dorothy dies, her sister moves in with her niece temporary. People react very different when someone close dies, sometimes they just close themselves into a box, and doesn't talk about it, this is, according to the narrator, how Lucy deals with her sisters' death. But considering how Lucy behaves, changing her habits, she does not do the things she used to do, for example cooking;" (...) roast lamb with Brussels and carrots from the garden", can you tell that...
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...My Mother and her Sister a) Analysis and interpretation of: ”My Mother and her Sister”: “My Mother and her Sister” is a short story which was written in 1996 by Jane Rogers. The story is written with a first person narrator. We’re not told if the narrator is a male or female, but I would guess that it is a female, because she is taken care of her aunt, and she is thinking about food and grandchildren. This says female. Also, a man wouldn’t care so much about serving a good dinner, but she is very absorbed in food and gets sad because she can’t make a proper meal. The story is written in an informal language with direct speech, which gives the readers an opportunity to feel as if they were a part of the story – this makes the story reliable. Lucy and the narrator are the main characters. Dorothy is the mother of the narrator and Lucy’s sister. Lucy stays with the narrator because Dorothy is dead. Lucy is 75 years old, and after 49 years of marriage Lucy has become a widow. She has 5 children and she used to be the perfect mother. She didn’t go to work, she stayed home making jam, knitting cardigans and making home cooked meals for the family. Now Lucy has become elder and she has in someway changed to the opposite of what she used to be. She now has the same routine every day: “she goes to bed at nine, gets up at half past eight, rests in her room from two till four each afternoon” (line 40) she no longer has a interest in talking and she prefers meals made in the microwave...
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...“My Mother and her Sister” is a short story written by Jane Rogers in 1996. The short story takes place at the narrator’s house which is where the reader is introduced to Lucy. She has been staying with narrator since her mother died. In the short story we meet a first person narrator and as the reader follows the main character, her thoughts, memories and knowledge: “I haven’t cried at all, I don’t know why“ (p. 2, l. 24). The setting is gloomy: “It’s rained since Lucy came. My house is terribly quiet” (p. 2, l. 27). The weather could be a symbol of their relationship and the silence a symbol of their personalities when they are in each others' presence. Their relationship is very tense, strange and it is very difficult for them to talk in the beginning. Something changes throughout the short story. It is as if the atmosphere lightens up as soon as the rain stops. This is when the narrator finally lets her guard down and tries to interact with Lucy - she tries to impress her. While cooking her not so homemade food the start talking and they both open up and finally feel like the understand each other. The first section of the short story is a description of the narrator’s past. It’s here where the narrator introduces us to her childhood and relationship to her unconventional and free-spirited mother. She tells us about her mother’s sister Lucy, who is a traditional mother and the narrator’s rock. Lucy has always represented the security and motherhood. You get the sense that...
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...My Mother and her Sister Happiness. We all long for it and will do mostly anything to get it. But how would you feel if you realized that what you wanted the most is something you’ll never get? Would you accept it and try to get the best out of your life, or would you believe in yourself and fight for the happiness you deserve? The short story “My Mother and her Sister” shows how different the ways of handling a search for happiness can be. The two women who are very close to the narrator of the story have chosen their very different strategies. And the aunt’s view of on her own life really surprises the narrator. The narrator in the story in my opinion is a woman even though it’s not mentioned directly. The values she has are mostly feminine; the thoughts about the differences between the women in her family, the feeling of guilt and gratitude in connection with aunt Lucy, her view on happiness with a happy marriage. Normally a man wouldn’t care so much about serving a good dinner, but she is very absorbed in food and gets sad because she can’t make a proper meal. She also has problems with dealing with her mother’s death and her feelings about it. I think she deals with the loss of her mother as a main role model for her view of femininity. From the very start of the short story we see the striking contrast between the two sisters. The mother even laughed about the way aunt Lucy was more motherly in a traditional way. Hand-knitted cardigans, homemade jam and a daddy...
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...My Mother and her Sister. Jane Rogers wrote the text called “My Mother and her Sister” in 1996. The text is about the different relationships between the narrator, the narrator’s mom and Aunt Lucy. You gain insight into their relationship from when the narrator was a kid up to when she’s grown up. It’s a very emotional text since both the mother and Aunt Lucy’s husband died. The narrator’s view on Aunt Lucy differs from when she was a kid and when she has grown up. When she was younger she used to get mad at her mother when she said that Lucy would be a better mom than herself: “A mother like Aunt Lucy must be pathetic.” (ll. 6-7) The only thing Aunt Lucy does is knit cardigans. The narrator and her brother, Tim, would go to their Aunt Lucy on school holidays. She would bake them cakes and feed them well: “You used to cook such lovely food. I think Tim and I survived the rest of the year on what you fed us in the holidays.” (ll. 81-82). Aunt Lucy used to be a lady with large bones, but now she looks like the narrator’s mother. Ever since the mother’s funeral, Aunt Lucy has been staying at the narrator’s home. “She's on her own now in that big shabby house, and I never visited after Uncle Bill died. I owe her. Gratitude or something, for all those summer holidays.” (ll. 33-34) It’s difficult for the narrator to communicate with her Aunt Lucy, which surprises her: “I always thought of her as an easy, chatty woman, good at small talk and making you feel at home.” (ll. 38-39)...
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...Rachael Smith, my sister. Her death was ruled as a homicide. The cause of death of my sister was determined the day she was found. Rachael had been intentionally drowned to death. However, the detectives on her case could not identify the suspect. Even six months after her death, they still could not crack the case. The mystery of the murder of my sister was the talk of the town. Everyone wanted to figure out who killed Rachael Smith. I had seen my sister just in the morning on the day she was killed. Rachael had seemed her normal self. I had not suspected anything was wrong with her. We had gone to breakfast on the boardwalk. She ordered her usual two chocolate chip pancakes and a side order of beacon. After breakfast, we went to visit our mother who was in the hospital. Our mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer eight months prior. The doctors said she should die any day now, and my sister and I were at peace with the thought of our mother being with our father in heaven. Our mother knew her days were numbered, so during our visit at the hospital, she decided to have her attorney read her will aloud to us before she died. Since my...
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...issue with my mother regarding my sister temporarily staying at my place. Prior to my sister coming to the city I had explained to her that I did not have the room to accommodate her and my nephew so she would have to stay somewhere else, but I had no problem with her staying a few nights if she wanted to. My sister arranged for her and her son to stay with another sister. However, once she arrived there, she felt like her home was uninhabitable for her to stay; I agreed that she could stay over for a few days until she worked on other options. In the meantime, she had already had her belongings coming from Tampa, Fl. Once my mother informed her that her things would be arriving the following day, she decided to go to New York to visit with friends and leave the responsibility on me to decide where her things would go. I had no room for them to come in my apartment once they were off the truck. My feeling was that since my sister had decided she no longer wanted to live with my mother and move from Tampa to Houston, TX, she then made the choice to be responsible for herself. Having to decide where she was going to live and making sure her things got there was not my responsibility and I did not want to do it while she went to NY and to me, did not care what happened to her things. My mother yelled at me and accused me of being selfish and not wanting to help my sister. She completely misunderstood my point of view on the issue, and I felt that she was giving my sister a pass to...
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...I hope with this letter, our mother would obtain her green card and be by our side soon. Without our mother, I do not know how to help my sister when she is sick and/or has a migraine attack. With my father using our only vehicle for work, I cannot take my sister to the hospital or have a job myself. Furthermore, I am very stressed because of how my mother is living in Mexico. She lives in an apartment complex that looks very dangerous. There are bad roads, plenty of wrecks, and lots of graffiti on worn-down buildings with plenty of gangster-looking people. I strongly hope that she will not be living in such sub-standard conditions for too long. It has been a very emotional time for my whole family, and it would break our hearts to find out...
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...and Tenenbaum, both mothers and fathers used more emotion words with their four-year old daughters than sons (2010). Even today, my parents use more emotion words when speaking to my sisters and me. However, I feel like my parents are more sensitive towards my seventeen-year-old sister and me than my fifteen-year-old sister. My seventeen-year-old sister and I have had more heart-to-heart conversations with my mother and even one time our father, than my fifteen-year-old sister. A study conducted by Pomerantz and Ruble, measured the amount of autonomy mothers granted in the context of control tactics aim at getting six-to-eleven-year-olds to meet their daily requirements (1998). The four domains in which autonomy granting was assessed were: decision making, helping (with homework and other projects), monitoring (overseeing completion of homework, out-of-school projects, and chores), and praising (communicating confidence in the child)....
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...motel. Having a stable life with my parents was unheard of; until my mother passed that my brother and I moved with my older sister. Once I moved with my sister it was like a whole new world. The change to a stable environment transformed my life. Most children would brag about their parents’ great job and how they would get whatever they pleased. I was nowhere near proud of their occupation. My mother and father would go around Miami knocking down coconuts from trees and selling them to shops illegally. The money they’d receive would be spent on drugs. Not having enough money to maintain an apartment; we would usually stay in motels. Every night I’d pray to god to make sure my mom won’t get beat so we would not have to call the cops again. My mother getting beat wasn’t anything new, until one night that we left to my grandmother’s house after the beating that we last saw my father. My mother kept her breast cancer a secret, it had spread to the rest of her body; she dead two years after she got diagnosed....
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...camping for my first time with my mother and little sister. We never camp before. The scale of excitement and joy was higher for me and my sister. My grandmother told us she read books that describe camping experience, and what to look forward to. We could not wait to go camping to see everything nature had to afford. Camping sounded every nice to hear, and we were going to live out doors. We were going to the camping site at Paul M. Dimmick. I didn’t know how much food and drinks we needed to survive out in the woods, until I seen in the back of the truck. There were a little iceboxes filled with food, mini camping stove, lantern, gallon of water, tent, sleeping bag, bug spray, and booties to protect your feet’s. I feel like we were going on an adventure. There was a lot of stuff for our five days trip, I thought. The day was bright and beautiful. The truck tank was full and off we went. We had a lot of miles to go, we made two fast food stops, and three bathroom stops. My mother didn’t believe us when we told her we were starving, and I told her “If I didn’t eat I was going to die”. Soon after I ate that delicious burger, we had to make an emergency stop on the side of the road. I became sick and vomit everywhere. I shouldn’t have told my mother I was going to die from starving. “Are we there yet?” I ask my mother. No, but we got to the camping site afternoon. The action was just about to take place. We lay down sheets before setting the tents up for my little sister. The tent...
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...am Raynil Mae N. Limbana, 21 years of age. My friends and colleagues used to call me Rain, but others, especially those who are close to me call me Gigi. I am a responsible daughter, a caring sister, and a friend you can count on. I am from an average family. My mother is a teacher. She took up Bachelor of Elementary Education at Aklan College. My father is a seaman, a chef. He took up a two-year course which is Associate in Marine Engineering at Philippine Merchant Marine School in Sta. Cruz, Manila. My sister, our eldest, is a registered nurse and has her own family. Next to her is my brother who is a musician and has his own family, too living with us. He did not finish any of the courses he had taken but despite of this, he earns money through his talent. My youngest sister is still studying and she is on her sixth grade right now. I am not from a so rich family but my father worked hard for us to have a better life, so as my mother. They are living together but not like the other married couples. We are living in this kind of set up for almost seven years, until now. But the good thing is, they are friends, and they are still taking care of each other. The four of us are close to each other, but my younger sister is closer to me. Maybe because I am the one who pays her tuition fee, just kidding! My mother and I have a strong bond. I am her only outlet. She is my adviser, my number one supporter, she acts as my sister and even my best friend. When I was elementary, I am...
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...was the first nice day of spring. We had just left our house to walk down to the park less than a block away to hide some Easter eggs for my two year old son Carter. The events that followed will make for a memory I won’t soon forget; between trying to make divorced grandparents happy and random drug addicts who don’t deserve parenthood my son still had a great day hunting eggs. We had just arrived at the park and my son was running through the grass chasing our dog Claire. My wife’s mother and her younger brother and sister were waiting for us to come over by the play structure; they had arrived earlier to hide the eggs. We took our time making it over to them frolicking through the grass chasing, growling and barking as Carter and I pursued Claire with Christina and Natalie not far behind. As usual my father was late so we all ran around on the play structure while we waited for him and my sister to show up. I noticed a girl a year or so older than my son also playing alongside us. I asked my wife if she had seen who was with the little girl and she replied “I haven’t seen anyone with her, maybe she belongs to the group of people over there” pointing to a group about two football fields away. I was starting to get annoyed trying to keep my son away from the hidden Easter eggs, twenty minutes had passed since I had called and told my father that we were leaving the house it had also been around fifteen minutes since I noticed the little girl with no supervision. A few...
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...My name is Mandy L. Wolf I live in Hollywood California. I was born on June 19th 1987 in Flint Michigan.I am 13 years old. I have 3 siblings, my twin sister Manda and my big brother Edward my little sister Kylea.I have 2 dogs Bruno (a german shepard) and sam (a scotty dog).I really love mountain climbing and I want to become an actress when I'm older.When I was 7 I skipped 2 grades up to 4th grade and I was teased often because of how little and smart I was.now I am going into 10th grade, and I'm teased as much but I do get picked on a little. My father is an actor and my mother is an actress. My mom and dad are divorced now and have been since I was 3.I dont know much about my dad besides he is a famous actor.I dont even know his name.My mother is Carrie Fisher and she kinda split on me also. I'm allways stuck at home by myself and she takes my little sister with her everywhere. My older brother is my half brother he is my father's son. I'm not sure who his mother is.When I was young my mother didn't tell anyone about me and my sister, it sort of upset me when my little sister was born because she made a big public statement about it.But I know she loves me even if she leaved me at home all the time by myself. I go to public school and my last name is Reynolds like my grandmother. There is no Fisher found in my name at all. After my dad left my mother changed my last name completely and hid my birth certifacate so I couldent find it. I can understand that, in a way. I know my...
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