Unit 2
Chapter 1
Lesson 3

Veronica

She is seven years old with long, curly, strawberry blond hair that flows like a river when she walks.

Her imagination is something to admire. She is an elf that came from the woods on our 15 acres which she calls Rivendale. We found while on a picnic one spring day all wrapped up in elvish leaves, crying softly in a basket in the middle of the soft bed of the forest floor. She has lots of family members that have come from Rivendale to live with her in a log house just outside of Rivendale, in a village called Fruitvale which she calls home. Her family members consist of Gimli and Aragon her cousins, The Lady of Woods is her mother, Arawin is her sister, Elron is her father and Legalis is her brother. Can you see what she is living?

She stops what she is doing. She hears a baby crying. She gets off her chair and goes to attend to them. She picks up the doll off the couch and caudles her to make her feel loved and cared for. She walks around the living room rocking the baby in her arms saying, “shshshshsh, it’s all right mama’s here.” All her dolls are her children and have so much compassion for them as if they were real.

She is a very intelligent little girl, so people say. She has a heart of gold that all people want. She loves to eat chocolate especially Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Caramilks. She says, “If you eat too much chocolate your boobs will grow!” She is very cautious though on how much she eats, because she doesn’t want big boobs. She also enjoys homemade pancakes with crisp bacon with melted butter evenly spread across the pancake and watching the syrup drizzle out of the jar over onto the steaming pancakes. After a long week of homeschooling she looks forward to the weekends especially Sundays so she can attend church and worship the Lord and fellowship with her friends.

This little girl is my beautiful daughter Veronica.

Unit 2
Chapter 1
Lesson 6

Symbolic Essay on Tom’s Old Boots

These muddy boots that sit at the door symbolize a loving family man.

He hasn’t been gone a week and his boots are a constant reminder of his presence. “They sit side by side-heavy with field where he left them.” Mary continues with her daily routines in the kitchen as if nothing has changed. She has made gravy and has made too much and actually she has made too much of everything, but it has only been a week. The son is home and he thinks while sitting in a chair that those muddy boots should have been buried with Tom. The son seems to be holding a grudge towards his father for something in the past that had happened. “Dads muddy boots, still on guard where he left them.” Meanwhile, Mary is in the kitchen thinking she must tidy up, “Those boots are no use to anyone,” but can’t move herself to throw them out. For “She knows the weight of each boot and how they speak of cattle and on the inside Tom’s feet.” She would darn his socks when they would get a hole in them, to make sure his feet were protected. Tom’s granddaughter is trying on his boots, her short body swaying but not falling. Laughing as she is standing in the doorway of the kitchen as the silhouette of her grandfather.

Tom must have been a loving, caring and soft hearted man with a pair of boots that will never be forgotten.