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“The true alchemists do not change lead into gold;
they change the world into words.” – William H. Gass
Third blog…This time our English teacher encourages us to bring a physical object and write about feelings that arose from this object. After reading “My Name Is Margaret” by Maya Angelous, I remembered my household chores in my parent house, and of course, the end of my helping to my parents was totally different, but some emotions are the same.
When I fondle a small gold ring, I feel deep love, love that never ends or changes. It’s a gift from my parents to me on my 16th birthday. This gift was absolutely unexpected, and that’s why it is the most remarkable. It was a long time ago when not only my family but all the people in my country try to survive. The Soviet Union broke up, and my country, Ukraine, became independent. On another hand, it triggered an enormous number of problems into the lives of ordinary people. I still can remember that terrible word “inflation.” When you woke up and a loaf of bread cost 100 UAH instead of 10 yesterday. And me, a small girl, could not understand why… In that decade while my country was building own independence, people had a small farm for feeding own families and mine was not an exception. We had kitchen-garden from where most vegetables, fruit, and herbs came on our table. Moreover, we had a small farm where we raised animals for our own subsistence. Of course, my parent had a job, but the salary was not paid or paid in some goods like furniture or books. So, real money or so-called cash was a pretty rare phenomenon in the family. On my 16th birthday, I woke up with feast feeling as I knew that a small party ahead with a couple of my best friend. Unfortunately, the birthday did not cancel house chores. My dad came for lunch home and with a mysterious look told me to be ready to go with him. Said that I was surprised and scary, it is saying nothing. We went to the city downtown. He led me to the jewelry store and grand me to chose the ring what I desire. I was over the moon. It seems to me that at that moment I squeezed like a crazy. I have remembered till now my father’s eyes full of love and happiness. I wore it without removing for a lengthy time. Only now I realize how hard it was for my parents to make it so that we did not go hungry or were dressed normally. This ring is a reminder of that time when it was hard for us but we were all together and happy. Till now, any other gift or surprise hasn’t competed with a small gold ring from my 16th birthday.
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Julia
2/3/2019 02:46:42 pm
It's crazy to read about how different your childhood was than mine. Bread was really that expensive?? I'm glad you are able to have a good memory tied to your birthday, it's always nice having something to cherish those nice moments especially when they involve family.
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Sabatino
2/4/2019 07:30:29 pm
I am sensing a theme in this group about emotional connections to jewelry (as an unexpected gift) and loved ones.
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