Essay over Reading

cosmos dry land by Bobbie Ann mason Its kind of crazy how stories you sympathise undersurface bring so many mental pictures in your approximation of things you can relate to it. In Bobbie Ann stonemasons story, world Country, I related very well to the commonwealth style of living. I, myself, lived in a very small country township in Texas, and accredit people further like the country people noted in stonemasons story. The subject I visualized a solidification throughout reading this was the food. There is nothing better in the tout ensemble world than good ole southern cooking.Back home in Texas I had a buddy that was a country boy, and anytime I went over to the Tapleys put forward for dinner I knew I was in for a treat. I can figure back one night his mom came out with humungous steaks that they had just received from their last cattle. The juices all over the plate, the large ears of corn, the twice scorched potatoes, and fresh green bean casserole had my saliva liberation bonkers in my mouth. I can still visualize the way the t open was go by with the decorative valentines add-in cloth and the silver utensils.When I was reading more or less all of the different foods the mother devising, it triggered my mind to go back and remember Mrs. Tapley in the kitchen slaving over all of the dishes. When dinner time came we all clump around the table where Mr. Tapley said grace. Im pretty certain(a) it went a little like, We thank god for the blessing to be able to grow our own food and for the prosperous seasons he has brought us and for the future. In Gods name, Amen. After that amen, we feasted. Myself and the Tapleys filled our faces until our stomachs said no more.During this obliteration of food I dont recall us ever saying a word, just like in Masons essay it is a given that at the dinner table it is strictly most enjoying the meal that has been placed in front of you. No talking is necessary but there are the occasional jokes popped remove usually by the taper of the table. The imaginativeness that has been placed in my head by Masons story has not only do me think solely upon the one experience I have explained. It makes me think about my town as a whole. The coffee berry shop in my town was smack dab in the middle of what Mason calls her square ours was the Brookshires enter. The coffee shop was across the street from the center of which too had our neighborhood groceries, Brookshires Grocery. Walking out of Brookshires you can unendingly smell the drinking chocolate shops rich fragrance of coffee bean no matter what time of the day. Recollections of my step dad base on balls out of the grocery store and saying the same thing Masons dad would say to her, I hate that smell Coffee isnt my sort of thing either, but I do so far love the smell of coffee in the morning. And walking out of brookshires was always heavenly smelling the Coffee Shop.My most fond recollection however was sparked when Mason st arts talking about her nanna. My grandmother was a country woman and grew up in Iowa on a farm herself. My gran was always so conservative and would save any leftovers if possible because she grew up just like Mason says, haunted by the fear of coiffe failure. We ate as if we didnt know where our next meal exponent come from. My grandmother was simply always scared we werent going to have enough food. When we would go to Brookshires she would always over extraction the house with food.Snacks, drinks, meals, dessert, soups and just about anything you could name has probably been through my house as well. She made so many meals that were just out of ingredients she threw together, and my buddy and I were always the Guinea pigs. All my grandma would do is manoeuver around the house, cook and clean just like what Mason states about her grandmother when saying she doesnt know any different. When thinking of my grandmother I think of a kind and gentle voice so in my head whenever I read what her grandma was saying I heard a voice much similar to my grandmothers.In conclusion, Bobbie Ann Masons Being Country really hit home to me. It showed me how imagery can play a big role in writing, and how it can really persuade the reader to keep reading. I now look that the visual art must be consumed by the readers through the sources capabilities to trigger the readers mind. It is just up to the writer on whether or not they express their visual presentation well enough to the reader. Being Country definitely displayed its visual art to me by making me feel like I was back in my little Podunk town in Texas.