Friday, July 4, 2008

Life in My America

Happy birthday, America!!!

For the first fifteen years of my life, all I ever saw of America was my family's farm. Now there's also the Appletons' Orchard and the nearby town, but that's still not enough for me to get a real sense of the place. I've read about the Grand Canyon, the Rocky Mountains, San Francisco Bay, Amber Waves of Grain, and all that stuff, but none of it seems real to me. That's why I always think of America as just my farm and anything else I can see with my own eyes.

I'm sure the real America is still in good shape this year, but I can't say as much for my America here at the farm. There's no feed left for the cows, and for some reason the regular supply deliveries have stopped coming. I'm pasturing the cows in the corn and wheat fields to keep the pasture grass from being nibbled too short, so it's good I wasn't able to buy any seeds during my disastrous stroll into town. If Pa were still alive, those acres would be covered in crops instead of cow-nourishing weeds.

There's really not much left to feed myself with, either. I emptied the larder during the winter. This spring I got by on milk and eggs, but there aren't any more eggs since I couldn't feed the chickens anymore. So now I'm down to cow's milk and whatever table scraps Mrs. Appleton can spare.

In the past, Pa used to celebrate the Fourth of July by grilling steaks, setting off fireworks, and playing patriotic music on the stereo. "Melly," he'd tell me, "whatever else you are, and whatever else you become, always remember that you are an American." According to the Internet, that means I'm supposed to have a decadent lifestyle and unlimited freedoms, but I don't.

I'm starving to death, alone in a shed!!!


  1. Melly, you MUST tell Dr. Crisp! Perhaps he may be able convince someone you ARE a treasure and must be cared for.

  2. pie guy agian that guy is right your only 15 you need some one to help you run the farm tell you can get every thing running back to the way it was. or at the lest go to town to get what you need.

  3. Well, as an American, you have to remember you have a duty to live ethically, morally, and anything else that means you have a good conscience. Live long and prosper. I have no clue who said that in the first place, but it's a good quote. Remember it.

  4. Sorry I've been gone, dear, I've gone on a road trip. Went to Chicago for a few days and now I'm in Houghton, Michigan for a reunion. I didn't have any access to the internet until now.

    Glad to hear you're having fun with the basketball, but you really have some problems that need some solving. Do you have enough money for food? If everyone's already seen you once, maybe the reaction the second time won't be so bad. And if you don't have money... well, maybe it's time you got a job. You are around that age.

  5. Welcome back, Tai!!!

    Maybe I could get a job, but I don't have any skills except being tall and taking care of cows.

    Live long and prosper...I like the sound of that!!!

  6. Thanks, I should really find out who said it.

  7. Oh no! That's very serious! Do the adults just not realize, or what's going on!? A shed is SECOND to food in my opinion! And they found a way to fix that! Who have you talked to about this, Melly?


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Artists can create illustrations of me or the events in my life, as long as they are appropriate for my young readers. Any previous post on this blog can be illustrated. If I like an image that goes well with a post on the blog, I may add a small thumbnail version along with credit to the artist and a link to the full-sized image. Images of me posted elsewhere should link back to the "Giant Girl Rampages" blog.

If you want to draw a picture of me, here's what you need to know:

I'm 15 years old and almost (but not quite) 18 feet tall. Mrs. Appleton says I'm very pretty and well proportioned, which I guess is a complement. I'm not super thin or anything but I think I'm in pretty good shape.

I have dirty blonde hair that's kind of wild because I trim it with Pa's old hedge trimmers. My eyes are green as the ocean, as Ma always said, but I wouldn't know because I've never seen an ocean. My skin is tanned from being out in the sun a lot but not too dark and (usually) not burned.

I wear a blouse and skirt-shorts that my mother quilted for me three years ago. They look like a big patchwork cuz she used many squares of fabric and cowhide. I've grown since then, so the skirt-shorts no longer come down to my knees, my blouse is way tight, and there's a bit of skin showing in between. I don't have any shoes (and that makes me sad to think about so I usually don't).

If you do draw my picture, send the link in a comment so I can post it to my blog. Thanks!!!

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