Where Happiness Comes From Essays - Irene Lieblich,

Where Happiness Comes From Where Happiness Comes From by Tonia L. Harmon Their farm was two hundred acres of corn fields, cows, pigs, and, of course, chickens. No farm would be complete without chickens. At the southeast corner of the farm, behind the smaller corn field, was the brook with clear cold water that reached past my knees. On most weekends my family would go to visit our friends, the Tailors, who had at one time seven boys to keep them company. All of them were grown with their own lives to attend to, except for Dan, who stayed on at the farm to help keep up the crops. His younger brother Dave still came back to the farm, from the busy city, to visit and bring his children to see their grandparents. Even though they were about the same age as my brother and I, we did not play with them because they were greedy and didn't suit our playing qualifications by continuously changing rules and cheating. It was rare that we encountered them anyhow, and that suited us fine. Most of the time we would stay the whole weekend. Our parent's elected to sleep in a tent, while my brother and I slept in one of the many cozy bedrooms of the farmhouse. We loved it there and secretly both he and I wished that we could stay forever. There were separate reasons why we loved it there. My brother, Forest, had a choice of over a dozen different old cars and trucks. Forest was allowed under the hoods so that he could tinker with the engines and figure out how they functioned. He was a ten-year old mechanical genius. Everyone knew that he was going to grow up to be a mechanic. When he was five or six, Forest found an old transmission behind the barn; in two hours he had taken it apart and put it back together again without prior instruction. Old mister Tailor watched from a distance while Forest disassembled and methodically assembled the transmission to its original form. Our parent's are proud and still equally impressed as the day it happened. They still brag and carry on about his genius endeavor, as they do with both of us for the many special encounters accumulated during our formative years. My reasons for loving that farm cannot be so simply expressed. I cannot narrow my reason into one great memory, and I cannot say when exactly I fell in love with the Tailor farm; perhaps it was from the first time I stepped onto the warm and inviting soil. There were moments when I'd get a burst of happy energy and run through the field with my hair flying behind me. The corn was at least four feet above my head. Running through it gave me a secret place all my own, like a completely separate planet that was occupied by only me. Most often, after playing in the corn field I went to the bend in the brook where the deepest spot was, and after removing all unnecessary clothing I swam, pretending I was a mermaid in the ocean. I loved to watch my long red hair sway under the water with my graceful swimming motion. If the sun's ray danced on my hair just right, beautiful colors would stream through the clear utopian water. After supper each night everyone collected on the large screened-in front porch. The grown-ups drank cans of cold Coors beer while my brother and I sipped cans of Sprite or 7-up. Lightening bugs danced in the near darkness while crickets sang to the melody. After a time the porch light came on and a card game would emerge for the men to play. My mother and Mrs. Tailor would stay at their seats to talk or share recipes. Forest and I shared the responsibility of getting cold beer from the kitchen keeping all satisfied. On one occasion I asked to join the game. Surprisingly, I was more than welcome; Forest was invited too but declined. He was more interested in finding a Mason jar to collect lightning bugs. I received a quick lesson in the poker game, Five card draw. As poker is mostly played with cash, each

Very brief summary of Vietnam War essays

Very brief summary of Vietnam War essays After World War II, conflict arose between the French and Communist revolutionary leader Ho Chi Minh and his established group the League for Independence of Vietnam (Viet Minh). In August 1945, Viet Minh guerillas captured the capital city of Hanoi in Indochina. Bao Dai, the emperor of Indochina was renounced and that region of Indochina changed into the independent nation of North Vietnam led by President Ho Chi Minh. On July 1, 1949, Bao Dai, with the help of the French founded South Vietnam and named the new capital of that country Saigon. In spring of 1954, the Viet Minh attacked the French fortification of Dien Bien Phu. After fighting for fifty-five days the French surrendered. On October 24, 1954, President Dwight D. Eisenhower offered North Vietnam direct economic aid for their loss to the North. Within a couple months, U.S. military advisers were called to train South Vietnamese Army Forces. The Saigon government was continually helped by the Americans even after Bao Dai was overthrown and on October 23, 1955, South Vietnam was a republic headed by the president Ngo Dinh Diem. Saying that his government would turn down to hold reunification elections was one of his first actions. This was based on the people of North Vietnam not being able to express their own free will, which led to many falsified ballots. As a result of this war more than 2 million Vietnamese were killed, 3 million wounded, and hundreds of thousands of children orphaned. Shortly after that over 12 million Indochinese people became refugees. By boat around 500,000 tried to leave Vietnam but about 10 to 15 percent of the people died. Over 55,000 Americans were killed in the eight years of warfare and over 150,000 were wounded. During the agreement of ending the war there were 587 U.S. military and civilian prisoners of war. Not too long ago the number jumped up to 2500 POWs. The total cost of the Vietnam War up t...