But your parents may thank you for reading it. Some lessons are learned late but a good, strong, loving parent will always be there to set the wrongs right bringing clarity and peace to the situations. Maggie did not have a lot of input in the story although she did change a little, both were flat characters. Alice Walker shows an African American family who live in poverty but who are comfortable without complains. Walker was born the child of sharecroppers in rural Georgia. She is now up to look up into her mother's trunk that rested in her mother's room.
She is not the best-looking person, she claims, but she is still proud that she is raising her children by herself. Dee's success is due in large part to her mother, who raised money with the church to send her to a fancy private school. She is adept in household chores, and knows the nuances of the activities that were practiced by her late aunt and grandmother. They were traditional women that held sentimental value to their customary ways. She voices black women's sufferings, hopes, and idiosyncrasies. Even the fact that we still used the benches her daddy made for the table when we couldn't effort to buy chairs. My hair glistens in the hot bright lights.
She tells Mama she will do artistic things with the item. Still, like other books, I do feel that there were points of unnecessary dullness and some details that didn't seem to have a place in the tale. She has a negative attitude toward household items and quilts. Mama is the single mother of her two daughters, Dee and Maggie. As the story begins, she hesitantly awaits the return of her eldest daughter.
It is black as night and around the edges are two long pigtails that rope about like small lizards disappearing behind her ears. But the fact was they were both more rooted to their own culture and heritage. When she leaves, she walks off with her sunglass. Although we are not poor just like them, my mom has been the man of the house. Dee is interested in displaying the quilts as art while Maggie wants to put them to everyday use.
Analysis does an adept job at blurring the difference between the stereotypes of rural black American women with the realities that make up their lives. What is Everyday Use About and Why Should I Care? Or maybe he don't know how people shake hands. In this case, Alice Walker gives us a twist where she makes us dislike Dee for being selfish, arrogant, superficial, and spiteful to her closest family members who she is ashamed of. It is not often I read stories like this and I was entertained and even touched. A story in which two sisters and a mother… 1315 Words 6 Pages cultures to which one is then to perceive the culture a specific way.
Dee states, that she would like to have them so she could hang up and display them in her home. They may be very different but they are family and they should stick together no matter what. Mama refuses to give the quilt to Dee since this will end family traditions. Some may see Dee as evil and how it is possible for her to treat her family the way she did when she came back from college. These drastic changes are what pushes our main character into adulthood. When the hard clay is swept clean as a floor and the fine sand around the edges lined with tiny, irregular grooves, anyone can come and sit and look up into the elm tree and wait for the breezes that never come inside the house.
Before sending Dee away Mama already felt that Dee did not like Maggie and looked down upon them both because she was smarter and more beautiful than the two of them. Besides, they have not deviated from their immediate traditions as opposed to Dee. Yet, the difference is an African American identity and the fact there are two daughters instead of one. Dee was the daughter who went out into the world to become somebody. She emerges as a new Afro-American, who believes that she has freed herself completely from the oppressive shackles of slavery.
They were laden with memories. She looked at the churn and looked at it. Dee asks if she can have the quilts. However, she understands that this cannot be, and she is who she is. She has been like this, chin on chest, eyes on ground, feet in shuffle, ever since the fire that burned the other house to the ground.