My Christmas Day : My Memory

In Truman Capote’s short story “A Christmas Memory” imagery and symbolism are used by the author to show that friendship has no age limit. Truman uses very vivid details and many different types of figurative language to show his theme ,which is that friendship has no age. An example of symbolism is, “As if I expected to see, rather like hearts, a lost pair of kites hurrying toward heaven” (6). After getting the news of his friend’s death, he goes outside and almost expects to see kites. In this example of symbolism, the author shows us how deep a bond Buddy and his friend have by showing us a glimpse of Buddy’s mind and how his heart is going to heaven with his friend. Furthermore, the author uses some imagery when he gives us a vivid description

The imagery used in “A Christmas Memory” was very detailed and could be thought of very easily. Every use of imagery was used very satisfactorily and caused the book to become very good overall. The story is about two people, supposedly “friends”, go about during the holiday season and obtain the ingredients for 30 fruitcakes. Though, how has imagery in the book caused the mood for the story?

When we went to Lubbock to go visit are the family, we has to stay at my grandmas house and it was cold in their house because they didn't have their heater on we told them to put it on but they never listen to us. So we all just wrapped ourselves in blankets. We celebrated Christmas with my dad's side of the family for the day. We eat ham and other sides that they made with it and we opened gifts, all I got was some clothes.The next day we celebrated with my mom's side of the family. We ate tacos,beans, and chips and after that we opened presents and we played bingo.Then the next day we went back home, back it was time to go back.

Buddy’s friend is childish because she is still a child at heart as it states in the story. In one way that she is still childish, is she is best friends with a seven year-old, she flies kites, and her overall dominion is childlike. One word that describes Sook is childish. She acts as child and is discipled as one as well, which means that the relatives know of her childlike behavior. One of my theories on why she acts childlike is she didn’t have a treasured childhood herself. It states that she had a childhood illness and her best friend Buddy died in the 1800s. So she may suffer from childhood trauma and act as a child because of the trauma.

“A Christmas Memory” is an eloquently written account of Truman Capote’s last Christmas with his dear friend, Sook. The story is set during the 1930’s, right after the depression, in a rural Southern part of Alabama. Capote recalls his last Christmas with Sook, who is a “sixty-something” (3) year old woman who has childlike tendencies. Sook refers to Capote as Buddy throughout the story. Buddy and Sook share a home with other relatives, who throughout the story, berate them with harsh words and are overall unkind. However, the relatives unknowingly strengthen their bond and aid in forging an unbreakable friendship between the two. Capote manages to pen a captivating memoir of his last Christmas with Sook using an engaging writing style with an enthralling use of vivid language.

A quote from Author Truman Capote “Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can't have too many friends because then you're just not really friends.” Buddy, from A Christmas Memory, has one friend, his distant cousin, and is loyal and kind to her all the time. Like the quote, Buddy does not have many other friends and is very friendly with the one friend he has. Jimmy and Bob’s friendship starts to deteriorate, because they don’t spend enough time each other.

My feelings about the occasion starts with an outward positive aspect of the event as it brought a sense of harmony creating an opportunity to bond. Encouraging involvement in the preparation of family meals creating a sense of tradition while assisting in bridging the gap between generations. Stories that were told gave children a sense of family values with a deeper acceptance. Although it was never mentioned, this was an occasion that stimulated healthy communication coupled with healing. One can even look at this event as being a casual commitment to make time for one another offering support and a sense of identity. Truly, this time meant having a thankful attitude about life which is more inward than outward. Its means to be content giving God praise for everything in my life. Joy and sincerity was also a reality reassuring us as we devoted ourselves to food and fellowship putting stress and conflict behind us. Likewise, it meant a time of preparation, participation, and an opportunity to reconnect with our beliefs and values. It also meant having a feast with turkey, pumpkin pie, and more.

I have a good time on Thanksgiving. David and I went to see Anastasia and Andrew. Jason has told them that we were their grandparents. They did not comfort calling grandmama since I was not old enough to be their grandmama so I told them they can call me Sara. We got Anastasia, Andrew, and Elizabeth early Christmas gifts because Anastasia and Andrew going to spend Christmas with James and Amy. I am glad Amy get to see her children.

It is curious that as children, humans have the ability to observe and remember details of specific situations and instances yet lack the ability to describe them. Truman Capote, as a grown man, took advantage of his vivid memories and composed the short work, "A Christmas Memory." The story begins in late November, a month symbolic of all the years gone by that Capote could remember beginning preparations for Christmas fruitcakes.

I remember waking up on Christmas day with a huge smile on my face, heart full of joy, and my stomach barking. I can smell all the spices cooking down stairs. As soon as I got out of bed I will rushed down the steps into the kitchen to see what my mom had prepare for us on this special day. We had different variety of food turkey, stuffing, ham, bake beans, mac and

Grandpa is almost ninety-five and now resides in a nursing home. The leg he fractured forty years ago is too weak to carry his weight. His eyes are going bad. But to me he's still the big, strong man who used to take his grandchild in his arms and rock to

I sewed a festive tablecloth from a Christmas remnant I'd found on clearance. I fashioned miniature stockings for everyone and found tiny treasures to stuff them with. We shopped the local grocery sales and loaded the refrigerator and freezer in advance. I made candy, cookies, and loaves of sweet bread so that we had plenty of goodies to celebrate with and enough to send home with each family. Everyone would have a home-made present to open. Even my brother-in-law's dog would have a package.

We each take a huge breath as we step out into the crispy snow that snaps under our boots. I make my way to the front door, illuminated by the red, green, and blue Christmas lights. As I open the door and step into a house full of cheek pinches and hugs, an array of Christmas smells welcomes me and makes my mouth water. As my family and I are quickly made comfortable, I look around... All the house is full of Christmas decorations, and the carols are heard all over the house. My cousins are running, playing , and laughing.

It was a very cold day since it was mid December at the time. It was also very windy and it was sprinkling outside. It was my last day before break started. I was going on Christmas break and I remember being so excited to go on break. I kept on bragging and telling my parents "I can't wait for Christmas break." Since I loved Christmas because I loved the smell of the fresh pine from the Christmas tree and I loved having the fireplace. I also love being on vacation because I was able to stay up late and sleep in. However, if I knew what was going to happen that night on December 18, I could wait. I would never want that day to come.It all happened on a Friday, it was a minimum day at school for me since it was my last day of school before I went on winter break. I was waiting for my dad to pick me up at my moms friends house. Her house was filled of the smell of fresh pine, candles and sugar cookies. I was very happy that day but over the hours of waiting for my dad to pick me up I was getting bored and I started to get frustrated. After waiting about 8 hours my dad finally picked me up, I was mad at him for picking me up late. Sometimes I reminisce from all the things that happened that day and that was definitely something I regret from that day. I wish I didn't get mad over a little reason.

Some of the many memories I carry with me every day of my grandmother are the holidays when we used to get together. I remember Thanksgiving and Easter most of all. On Thanksgiving the entire family would come together for dinner and then we would all stay at her house for the night. I remember this so well because we would wake up the next morning to the smell of breakfast and all the ladies would be gone shopping to the "After Thanksgiving Sale".