Essay over Reading

Being Country by Bobbie Ann Mason Its kind of crazy how stories you read ignore bring so many mental pictures in your mind of things you poop relate to it. In Bobbie Ann Masons story, Being Country, I related very wellspring to the country style of living. I, myself, lived in a very small country town in Texas, and know plenty just identical the country people noted in Masons story. The subject I opticized a lot through out reading this was the food. There is nothing better in the whole 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 house for dinner I knew I was in for a treat. I can remember one night his mom came out with humungous steaks that they had just reliable from their last cattle. The juices all over the plate, the large ears of corn, the twice baked potatoes, and fresh green bean casserole had my saliva going bonkers in my mouth. I can still visualize the way the tabulate was set with the decorative valentines table cloth and the silver utensils.When I was reading about all of the different foods the induce making, it triggered my mind to go back up and remember Mrs. Tapley in the kitchen slaving over all of the dishes. When dinner time came we all huddled around the table where Mr. Tapley said grace. Im pretty sure 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 be, 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 devolve us ever saying a word, just like in Masons essay it is a given that at the dinner table it is strictly about enjoying the meal that has been placed in front of you. No talking is necessary but there are the occasional jokes popped off commonly by the head of the table. The imagery that has been placed in my head by Masons st ory has not only made me think completely upon the one experience I have explained. It makes me think about my town as a whole. The coffee shop in my town was smack plash 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 also had our neighborhood groceries, Brookshires Grocery. Walking out of Brookshires you can always notion the Coffee shops rich fragrance of coffee bean no matter what time of the day. Recollections of my timbre dad walking 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 however love the smell of coffee in the morning. And walking out of brookshires was always heavenly smelling the Coffee Shop.My most fond memory however was sparked when Mason st fine arts talking about her grandmother. My grandmother was a country cleaning lady and grew up in Iowa on a farm herself. My granny knot was always so conservative and would save any leftovers if possible because she grew up just like Mason says, haunted by the fear of crop failure. We ate as if we didnt know where our next meal might come from. My grandmother was exactly always scared we werent going to have enough food. When we would go to Brookshires she would always over stock 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 brother and I were always the Guinea pigs. All my grandma would do is work around the house, cook and clean just like what Mason states about her grandmother when saying she doesnt know any different. When cerebration 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 Bei ng 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 understand that the visual art must be consumed by the readers through the writers 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.