From the perspective of Aunt Alexandra:
My life in Maycomb was basically the same as it ever was...except for the case that is. I had always been treated wonderfully in that little town that I called home. I never really had a permanent home when I was little. We moved around a lot, so Maycomb was a nice little haven that I secretly adored and wanted to live in.
Ever since my grown little brother wanted me to come, and after I ever so happily agreed, I was never treated the same as I used to be. I was treated kindly, of course, as most everyone was in that welcoming little town. However despite the kindness, I felt a difference in how people looked at me. If I didn't know any better I would think they didn't like my intruding on their tightly knit lives. But I did know better. I knew that Maycomb folks always had reasons for emotions, whether it was their family's name, their race, their being a pauper or being rich, it was always something.
Since I knew better, and since I knew Maycomb people were good, I knew it was my name. Since Atticus had taken on this case—which I didn't know what to think of—I was associated with him. Even though the case was almost completely irrelevant to how I was treated, people related my name as a “nigger lovers”. I didn't know what to think of the case because I loved my brother dearly and wanted him to win, however I never agreed with the concept of blacks being equal to whites. I hoped for Atticus to win, but I secretly wished he wouldn't for the sake of Tom Robinson losing. It was a very complicated predicament for me.
Even though I knew it was highly improbable that he would win, I still wanted to please him somehow. So, I decided to do whatever he told me to and whatever my responsibilities were to his family. I took taking care of the children seriously, not for them but for Atticus.
Subsequently, the one thing I had to do was take care of them well. It was also the one thing I didn't do. I lost the kids. It was a horrible feeling letting him down, but all I could do was send Calpurnia looking for them. I anxiously waited on her, and possibly the verdict of the case. I had no idea what was going on. She returned with them safe, but when she told me that Atticus allowed them to go back, I almost fainted. I didn't want them going back; it was no place for white children to be, but Atticus was who he was.
2 comments:
1. on your writing while reading all your other blogs i can say you are a really strong writer. I really enjoy how you can put the ocab in their without making it sound wierd.
2. I can really tell that you can get into almost any character. I really liked how you got into the view of Mrs. Alexandra
1. Everything in this blog is spelled correctly. It is also put into really good paragraphs. This was one of the most well written blogs so far. I think you did a very good job.
2. I really liked the part in the beginning where you described how Aunt Alexandra felt about Maycomb and how she moved around a lot. It puts a lot of feeling into the character by the way you said it. I also liked how you weren’t afraid to say “nigger lover” in you post because that’s something that Aunt Alexandra would’ve said. I think this was a really good post.
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