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I've been very busy with school lately, I just finished a poetry class and started a new short story class.
I'm also waiting excitedly to see if my first puppy will graduate with a special person. I can't wait!!!!!!
Oh... I'm also excited about a certain day coming on Sunday. I'll be turning 17! How time flies!
Bed time!
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| Rebecca Gates October 18, 2005
Essay on Anonymous
I’d like to tell you about a person named Anonymous. Do you know why they gave themselves that name? Do you know what their name means? Did you know I can tell what this person is thinking?
Anonymous is a funny sounding word that means… (1)Having an unknown or unacknowledged name (2)Having an unknown or withheld authorship or agency (3)Having no distinctive character or individuality. You know that the author of my little poem (The Clothesline Said So Much) is anonymous, right? So now we must find out why they named themselves that. First let us chose the right meaning for an author of a poem out of the three meanings. I think it is the first, having an unknown or unacknowledged name. Being the detectives that we are… we have to think of the reasons they would have chosen to be named anonymous.
First clue, as I have researched my poem, I haven’t been able to find a date from when it was written. It might just be a really old poem that was found in a musty old house with no name or date on it!
Second clue, names of authors often get lost even when the poem might still be around. So maybe a little girl was walking down the street and found this poem written on a piece of paper that was lying on the ground. Of course when she took it home to her mom, the mom couldn’t find the author’s name, because it had been smudged by mud. So she had to write anonymous on it when sending it to her aunt who puts poems in a book.
Third clue, the person may have been like my mom and not wanted to put a name on her poem. The lady may have written this poem after putting the last load of clothes into the dryer, she was sitting back in her rocking chair, remembering when she would get lots of fresh air by hanging the clothes on the line. But she didn’t put her name on it when she dropped it in the mailbox, because she didn’t want her husband to know she had written it. He would feel all sad that she didn’t want the dryer he had spent a fortune on.
Listen to this little poem written to Anonymous from Anonymous.
Who are you, Anonymous?
Are you related to a hippopotamus?
We just want to say,
That we love your poems every day.
Please tell us who you are, Anonymous.
So we can thank you with all our heartimous.
Thank you, Anonymous.
Anon.
Let me tell you a little about when my anonymous author might have been alive. Doing a little reading on the internet I found that electric dryers were introduced around 1915. So… I’m thinking the anonymous author would have been alive from maybe 1886-1973. That would probably mean that she was around 30 when dryers were introduced. So I’m thinking that she wrote this poem when she was around 65 that would be in 1950 or so. What do you think about that?
I bet this lady was a very nostalgic lady. You know how she is always writing about babies being born, seeing how the children have grown, and a clothesline being a friendly link between neighbors. I know I always like hanging out the clothes on my Grandma’s line. So even though this person has remained anonymous, we can still read her poem and remember to go out and hang our clothes on the line once ‘n a while!
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| The Clothesline Said So Much
Anonymous
A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.
For then you'd see the fancy sheets
And towels on the line;
You'd see the company table clothes
With intricate design.
The line announced a baby's birth
To folks who lived inside
As brand new infant clothes were hung
So carefully with pride.
The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed
You'd know how much they'd grown.
It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.
It said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare.
New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy gray,
As neighbors raised their brows,
And looked disgustedly away.
But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess.
I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best
By what hung on the line!
This is my Poem that I had to memorize for poetry class
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| I guess I don't like updating very much. I suppose it's because there is nothing that exciting going on. 'cept my school  and dogs and life with Jesus and VIBE. Silly Buley is barking in her sleep right now. My best friend is moving to Korea. So pray she'll have a safe journey and enjoy it over there! I'm going to miss being able to call her, even though she did live far away anyways. I'm glad she has email!
This Wednesday I have to recite my poem that I've been memorizing. I hope hope hope I can remember it all!!!!!! What is all of yous favorite poems?
Time to sleep,
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| Hello folk,
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