Personal Narrative: A Humorous Man

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His earliest memories were that of hard work and snow. It was as if he was dreaming about joyfully running down a hall of white with a very large laughing man chasing after him one moment and next he was slowly opening his eyes after his nap in a covered wagon. He looked around afraid at this sudden changed and he found himself bundled under some thick brown wool blankets. He was nestled between salt barrows, wooden crates, and a box of farming tools. As he was coming out of his restful sleep, he felt as if something wasn’t as it should. Although the wool blankets were visible, they were mainly used to cover both him and the other items in the covered wagon. It was when he noticed his breath coming out like a morning fog that he …show more content…

His uncle was hard at work and he knew if he didn’t find something to do his uncle would find a task for him. He smiled at his uncle as he laid a large tree trunk on a cutting fence so he could begin slicing it into boards. Just as I was about to ask him what he was doing, he simply smiled and said we need to replace several rotten sections of floors, patch inner walls, and have a great need for new strips to hold the fresh thatch for the roof. When he pointed at the cabin I had also noticed he had placed several whole logs to be used to replace sections of the outer walls that had also rotten away and had several holes you could see clearly …show more content…

He used small marks to represent knots on a string and would use the string to make what he had drawn small on the charcoal drawing and build what was there out of wood, but slightly bigger. When his idea worked out as he had imagined, only then he would use and an even longer line of string with knots further apart. I watched in amazement as the small toy model that had started out as only charcoal lines on parchment had now become a small chair that was perfect for me to sit in. Throughout the winter, the trees surrounding our small cabin were cut down, stacked, and the land cleared of plants that cluttered the grounds. The stumps left after the trees were cut down would have to wait for the ground to thaw before they too could be removed. At least the small barn was fully repaired, and the horses would be out of the cold. It was clear to see that even after all the things my uncle had done; our small cabin still needed a large amount of work to be