Dear Caitlyn and Patrick,
As Angela's Ashes came to a conclusion, I was left with many questions, opinions, and overall thoughts of the story. First off, I really wonder what happened to their father. In the beginning of the story, Frank says his father died while he was just a child, but do they say how or when he died? Also, when he had returned home, why do you think he lost all of his teeth and was all bruised? I suspect that it wasn't the Irish Sea, but rather was affiliated with alcohol- most of his troubles are, after all. What I also wonder is why Angela doesn't even care for the kids anymore; all she does is sit in bed, mope, and smoke cigarettes. I mean, sure she's had a rough life, but she isn't even trying to care for her kids that do have a future ahead of them! I suspect her depression has finally succumbed her, and she has finally given up. However, she is being quite generous- she welcomes in the even less fortunate, which Michael is doing as well, except I think he goes to far. Why would you sacrifice food your children need to those very few who are less fortunate than you are? I don't know if she is being considerate or just plain stupid, or both. As things continue to worsen and they end up in Laman Griffin's, I think the family hits their low point.
From this point on though, things seem to get a little bit better, especially for Frank. Mr. O'Halloran sees a bright future for the boy which he is right about, although not in the sense that he expected. Mr. O'Halloran says, "You have a mind for the priesthood, my boy, or politics. Think of that" (McCourt 288). Well, Frank is extremely intelligent, but is rejected everywhere because of his appearance. Even still today this happens, especially with first impressions- the one in the suit and tie will be taken over the one in rags because people judge that the one with the suit is smarter. People were prejudice back then in Ireland and are still prejudice in America today, showing that some things are alike in both of our very different cultures. I wonder what his life would have been like if he had been admitted to secondary school or a private school- what do you think would have been the outcome? When he is rejected by the Christian Brothers, his mother becomes very upset, saying, "That's the second time a door was slammed in your face by the Church" (McCourt 289). I think this may have been a sign to them that his vocation was not in the priesthood, but somewhere else. In fact, it seems like a sign from God, which doesn't make sense at all. Do you agree?
In the last few chapters, it is clear that Frank is maturing, although the countless sins, and he is preparing to leave for America. I think that Frank's decision to seek life in America was formed by Mr. O'Halloran, an influential man in Frank's life. He tells the students, "You must get out of this country, boys. Go to America, McCourt" (McCourt 290). As you know, Frank quickly gets a job at the post office and then with Mrs. Finucane writing dirty letters to her customers. I think this is an awful job and a sin for doing this for money. He also steals from her and many other people, which is even worse! However, I empathazied and understood Frank's position. In fact, I would do all of the same to go to America, the land of golden opportunity. His life sounds so miserable that I don't blame him for compromising his character to get enough money to go to America. What would you do in Frank's position? Can you imagine working at the age of fourteen? And his job isn't like a part-time job- he is out of school working full-time at the post office and part-time with Mrs. Finucane. Those days, however, it wasn't rare for a boy to begin working at that age after his schooling is complete, showing that our two cultures are so different. I found that the final and most influential idea that helped Frank make up his mind to journey to America came from Uncle Pa Keating. When he took Frank out for his first pint on his sixteenth birthday (so young by the way,) he told Frank, " 'Tis your life, make your own decisions and to hell with the begrudgers, Frankie" (McCourt 334). I think this was Uncle Pa's way of telling Frank that the greatest risk to take is taking none at all. These words help Frank decide to leave the post office, get a job with Easons and Sons, and save up the money to go to America. Do you agree with Uncle Pa's words?
Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this story. It was the most dramatic, emotional novel I have ever read by far. It really put things into perspective to me and helped me realize just how fortunate I am. It also made me realize that there are so many people out there suffering because of family troubles, addiction, and more. I have been able to compare and contrast the American and Irish cultures, and relate them to my own life as an Irish-American. What effect did this book have on you? One of the main recurring themes I found was that people are slammed with struggles in lives but are able to overcome these obstacles because of strength, perseverance, and a wee bit o' luck. This is so true with Frank McCourt's life- with him, it's what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Yours truly,
Neil J.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Caitlyn's Fourth Reader Response
Dear Patrick and Neil,
The end of the novel has put a lot of questions into my head, and one big one has been itching in the back of my head. My biggest question is what is the reasoning behind the title of the novel? My first thought was that Angela had died and Frankie did something with her ashes, but that isn't true. Do you know as a reader? It has been bugging me.
Next question is why is Malachy Sr. going through all the trouble of working in England if he's just going to drink it away? When he finally comes home, he has to face his family. They have received no money and are angry. The children are also upset, repeating, "You drank the money, Dad. You drank the money, Dad. You drank the money, Dad" (McCourt 270). My real question is why did he have to go work in England if he could work here in Ireland and still drink all his money away. What do you as a reader think? I don't agree with his actions. What do you think he should have done?
Also, my next question is why is Laman Griffin's attitude so poor? He is like everyone else in Ireland-poor, dirty, unemployed, crippled-so why does he get to complain? Also, when Frankie asks to borrow his bike so he can go on a bike trip with the boys from Leamy's School, why does Laman change his mind at the last second? Frankie had cleaned out Laman's chamber pot for weeks so he could use it, and on just one day that Frankie forgets, Laman says, "Well, you can bloody well forget about the bicycle" (McCourt 294). Laman, in my opinion, is like one of those old crotchety neighbors everyone has and everyone wants to get rid of. What did you think about Laman? Do you think Frankie should have been able to use the bike?
Next, I was absolutely disgusted by Frankie's actions. I need to ask, and I don't know if I think this because I'm a girl, but why does it seem that all teenage guys are obsessed with sex? I mean, Frankie first gets into it when he's a telegram boy, and he goes to see Theresa Carmody, who's sick with the consumption. When Frankie is inside the house, Theresa, "takes the tip of my excitement and leads me across the room to a green sofa against the wall and all the time my head is filled with sin" (McCourt 324). Frankie's only 13 or 14 at this point!!! In today's world, he would be an outcast for starting at such a young age.Yet it seems like people are starting younger and younger today. But anyway, it also seems like Frankie can help himself when he's alone. He says that when he's alone up at the castle of Carrigogunnell, "I interfere with myself and spurt all over Carrigogunnell and fields beyond" (McCourt 299). I am absolutely stunned that he would actually commit the act of adultery while still only a boy, and also as a Catholic. This is appalling. How did you as a reader respond to these acts?
Overall, I am glad that Frankie did make it to America, but where he will continue on from there can only be found in his next book. What did you think about the book overall?
Sincerely,
Caitlyn
The end of the novel has put a lot of questions into my head, and one big one has been itching in the back of my head. My biggest question is what is the reasoning behind the title of the novel? My first thought was that Angela had died and Frankie did something with her ashes, but that isn't true. Do you know as a reader? It has been bugging me.
Next question is why is Malachy Sr. going through all the trouble of working in England if he's just going to drink it away? When he finally comes home, he has to face his family. They have received no money and are angry. The children are also upset, repeating, "You drank the money, Dad. You drank the money, Dad. You drank the money, Dad" (McCourt 270). My real question is why did he have to go work in England if he could work here in Ireland and still drink all his money away. What do you as a reader think? I don't agree with his actions. What do you think he should have done?
Also, my next question is why is Laman Griffin's attitude so poor? He is like everyone else in Ireland-poor, dirty, unemployed, crippled-so why does he get to complain? Also, when Frankie asks to borrow his bike so he can go on a bike trip with the boys from Leamy's School, why does Laman change his mind at the last second? Frankie had cleaned out Laman's chamber pot for weeks so he could use it, and on just one day that Frankie forgets, Laman says, "Well, you can bloody well forget about the bicycle" (McCourt 294). Laman, in my opinion, is like one of those old crotchety neighbors everyone has and everyone wants to get rid of. What did you think about Laman? Do you think Frankie should have been able to use the bike?
Next, I was absolutely disgusted by Frankie's actions. I need to ask, and I don't know if I think this because I'm a girl, but why does it seem that all teenage guys are obsessed with sex? I mean, Frankie first gets into it when he's a telegram boy, and he goes to see Theresa Carmody, who's sick with the consumption. When Frankie is inside the house, Theresa, "takes the tip of my excitement and leads me across the room to a green sofa against the wall and all the time my head is filled with sin" (McCourt 324). Frankie's only 13 or 14 at this point!!! In today's world, he would be an outcast for starting at such a young age.Yet it seems like people are starting younger and younger today. But anyway, it also seems like Frankie can help himself when he's alone. He says that when he's alone up at the castle of Carrigogunnell, "I interfere with myself and spurt all over Carrigogunnell and fields beyond" (McCourt 299). I am absolutely stunned that he would actually commit the act of adultery while still only a boy, and also as a Catholic. This is appalling. How did you as a reader respond to these acts?
Overall, I am glad that Frankie did make it to America, but where he will continue on from there can only be found in his next book. What did you think about the book overall?
Sincerely,
Caitlyn
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Patrick Gregorek's Fourth Reader Response
Dear Caityln and Neil,
Thank the Lord! Things finally started to head Frankie's way! I recognize that despite the joys that these last chapters of the book had to bring, there were still disappointments and upsetting events. But I think it's important to look past the tragedy and appreciate the glory. I'll admit, I didn't look at the book from this perspective at first. In fact, as Chapter 12 began, I already began to think to myself "Oh Great, another series of depressing experiences," especially when Malachy arrives home from England claiming he is a new man. Yet, Angela "asks him if he brought any money. He tells her times are hard, jobs are scarce, and she says, is it coddin' me you are?" (Mccourt 270). I mean really Malachy?! You just spent months in England with a job that everyone else would die to have and you drank all your money? But luckily, hope crept its way into Frankie's life.
There was a victory in defeat in this section of the book; when Frankie is trying to earn his uncle Laman Griffin's bicycle so that he can go on the trip to Killaloe with his class from school. Frankie had to empty Laman's chamber pot for weeks, and in return, Laman would lend Frankie his bike. Remember, Laman goes to the bathroom in this chamber pot! Bleck! Can you imagine having to carry a pot of someone's excretions outside to empty it every day for weeks? I'm sorry if I just put a disgusting image in your head, but I believe it is important to recognize how hard life is on Frankie. Now here was the heartbreaking aspect of this event in the book: When Laman comes home drunk one day, acting savagely, it just so happens to be the one day of those multiple weeks that Frankie forgot to empty the chamber pot. When Laman makes the discovery, and Frankie aks if he can borrow his bike, Laman replies "Well, you can bloody well forget the bicycle. You didn't live up to the bargain" (Mccourt 294). As Frankie innocently attempts to remind Laman that he emptied his chamber pot all of the other days, it only results in further frustration of Laman, and he ends up beating Frankie. At this point, I was ready to scream out loud, "WHY CAN FRANKIE NEVER GET WHAT HE WANTS". Yet, in my opinion, Frankie's life changed right at this exact point in the book. What about you guys? Do you agree that Frank was repayed in these chapters for all his suffering? If so, do you agree that this was the turning point? Or did you have a different point in the reading when his life took a turn for the best?
Well that was the defeat part of this incident. But here is the victory portion. Frankie runs away from home, and goes to live with his Uncle Pat Sheehan (who has room for one more person to live with him, being that his mother passed away recently). And boy, do things start to brighten up in Frankie's life. He is able to relax for the first time in his life. It's no struggle for his Uncle Pat to provide him with food, and Frankie even says "I get up early like dad and go on long walks into the country" (Mccourt 298). Since when had Frankie been able to go for a worry-free walk into the country? Not having to worry about school, or not eating that night? Frank also put a very delightful image into my head when he claims "When I start my job at the post office I'll buy him [Micheal] shoes so I will. I'll give him an egg and take him to the Lyric Cinema for the film and the sweets and then we''ll go to Naughton's and eat fish and chips" (Mccourt 298). I felt almost as excited as Micheal reading this. I wanted to jump up and down and fantasize about all the great things Frankie was going to do with all his wages! And speaking of which, thank God! Frankie got a job! Not a very shabby one either. Riding his bicycle around the beautiful country, only having to deliver letters and what not. Not to mention that he rarely does not get tipped. And he also writes letters for Mrs. Finucane to people who owe her money. Look at all of the money Frankie is making! Is it really going to happen? Will he make it to America? I give credit to Frankie for running away from home. I believe he had every right to, and it was for the best. Usually, I find it pretty sad when children run away from home, but this was an exception. What about you? Do you agree with his decision on running away from home? Do you think things were going to clear up soon between him and his uncle and that he was better off staying home?
This section of the book contained my absolute, over-the-top, unquestionably favorite moment in the entirety of the book. Frankie arrives home after being turned away yet again from a priest after asking to go to confession. The priest kicks Frankie out of his doorstep, and even tells poor Frankie "ring this bell again and I'll break your hand" (Mccourt 341). For Pete's sake, what are priest here on Earth for if their not willing to hear a confession. When Frankie arrives home, he gets into a short, but emotional quarrel with his mom, swearing at her as she yells at him for drinking the previous night on his sixteenth birthday. Furious after the short feud, he goes on a walk in the pouring rain, and decides to walk into a Franciscan church that contains a statue of St. Francis. Frankie, thinking aloud, tells St. Francis he is useless, never helping Frankie, so Frankie wonders why he even bothers. As Frankie weeps in his pew, a priest sits next to him and comforts him. He says to Frankie "My child, sit here with me. Tell me what troubles you, only if you want to. I am Father Gregory" (Mccourt 343). I almost cried tears of joy reading this. For practically the first time in Frankie's life, he has been loved and understood. Father Gregory is perhaps the first person in Frankie's life to show empathy towards Frankie. As loving as Angela and Malachy Sr. and all of Frankie's brothers can be towards him, never has anybody understood his pain. Not just starvation, but yearning to go to America, trapped in Ireland, struggling to enjoy his life, never being able to afford sweets, and going to the movies, or anything else he's ever wanted. For the first time, this priest ask Frankie what troubles him. And I would never think the person to do so would be a priest! Throughout the entire book, priests have been the ones you can never count on! They turn Frankie away, or terrify him if he has committed a sin. Thus, I found this event in the book even more triumphant than Frankie making it to America. Overall, I really appreciated the book. I am incredibly thankful for the life I have as an American looking at Frank Mccourt's life as an Irish child. What was your favorite glory of the book (by glory, I mean joyful event, not as much as a comical event)? Why so? Overall, what was your opinion on the book?
Sincerely,
Patrick Gregorek
Thank the Lord! Things finally started to head Frankie's way! I recognize that despite the joys that these last chapters of the book had to bring, there were still disappointments and upsetting events. But I think it's important to look past the tragedy and appreciate the glory. I'll admit, I didn't look at the book from this perspective at first. In fact, as Chapter 12 began, I already began to think to myself "Oh Great, another series of depressing experiences," especially when Malachy arrives home from England claiming he is a new man. Yet, Angela "asks him if he brought any money. He tells her times are hard, jobs are scarce, and she says, is it coddin' me you are?" (Mccourt 270). I mean really Malachy?! You just spent months in England with a job that everyone else would die to have and you drank all your money? But luckily, hope crept its way into Frankie's life.
There was a victory in defeat in this section of the book; when Frankie is trying to earn his uncle Laman Griffin's bicycle so that he can go on the trip to Killaloe with his class from school. Frankie had to empty Laman's chamber pot for weeks, and in return, Laman would lend Frankie his bike. Remember, Laman goes to the bathroom in this chamber pot! Bleck! Can you imagine having to carry a pot of someone's excretions outside to empty it every day for weeks? I'm sorry if I just put a disgusting image in your head, but I believe it is important to recognize how hard life is on Frankie. Now here was the heartbreaking aspect of this event in the book: When Laman comes home drunk one day, acting savagely, it just so happens to be the one day of those multiple weeks that Frankie forgot to empty the chamber pot. When Laman makes the discovery, and Frankie aks if he can borrow his bike, Laman replies "Well, you can bloody well forget the bicycle. You didn't live up to the bargain" (Mccourt 294). As Frankie innocently attempts to remind Laman that he emptied his chamber pot all of the other days, it only results in further frustration of Laman, and he ends up beating Frankie. At this point, I was ready to scream out loud, "WHY CAN FRANKIE NEVER GET WHAT HE WANTS". Yet, in my opinion, Frankie's life changed right at this exact point in the book. What about you guys? Do you agree that Frank was repayed in these chapters for all his suffering? If so, do you agree that this was the turning point? Or did you have a different point in the reading when his life took a turn for the best?
Well that was the defeat part of this incident. But here is the victory portion. Frankie runs away from home, and goes to live with his Uncle Pat Sheehan (who has room for one more person to live with him, being that his mother passed away recently). And boy, do things start to brighten up in Frankie's life. He is able to relax for the first time in his life. It's no struggle for his Uncle Pat to provide him with food, and Frankie even says "I get up early like dad and go on long walks into the country" (Mccourt 298). Since when had Frankie been able to go for a worry-free walk into the country? Not having to worry about school, or not eating that night? Frank also put a very delightful image into my head when he claims "When I start my job at the post office I'll buy him [Micheal] shoes so I will. I'll give him an egg and take him to the Lyric Cinema for the film and the sweets and then we''ll go to Naughton's and eat fish and chips" (Mccourt 298). I felt almost as excited as Micheal reading this. I wanted to jump up and down and fantasize about all the great things Frankie was going to do with all his wages! And speaking of which, thank God! Frankie got a job! Not a very shabby one either. Riding his bicycle around the beautiful country, only having to deliver letters and what not. Not to mention that he rarely does not get tipped. And he also writes letters for Mrs. Finucane to people who owe her money. Look at all of the money Frankie is making! Is it really going to happen? Will he make it to America? I give credit to Frankie for running away from home. I believe he had every right to, and it was for the best. Usually, I find it pretty sad when children run away from home, but this was an exception. What about you? Do you agree with his decision on running away from home? Do you think things were going to clear up soon between him and his uncle and that he was better off staying home?
This section of the book contained my absolute, over-the-top, unquestionably favorite moment in the entirety of the book. Frankie arrives home after being turned away yet again from a priest after asking to go to confession. The priest kicks Frankie out of his doorstep, and even tells poor Frankie "ring this bell again and I'll break your hand" (Mccourt 341). For Pete's sake, what are priest here on Earth for if their not willing to hear a confession. When Frankie arrives home, he gets into a short, but emotional quarrel with his mom, swearing at her as she yells at him for drinking the previous night on his sixteenth birthday. Furious after the short feud, he goes on a walk in the pouring rain, and decides to walk into a Franciscan church that contains a statue of St. Francis. Frankie, thinking aloud, tells St. Francis he is useless, never helping Frankie, so Frankie wonders why he even bothers. As Frankie weeps in his pew, a priest sits next to him and comforts him. He says to Frankie "My child, sit here with me. Tell me what troubles you, only if you want to. I am Father Gregory" (Mccourt 343). I almost cried tears of joy reading this. For practically the first time in Frankie's life, he has been loved and understood. Father Gregory is perhaps the first person in Frankie's life to show empathy towards Frankie. As loving as Angela and Malachy Sr. and all of Frankie's brothers can be towards him, never has anybody understood his pain. Not just starvation, but yearning to go to America, trapped in Ireland, struggling to enjoy his life, never being able to afford sweets, and going to the movies, or anything else he's ever wanted. For the first time, this priest ask Frankie what troubles him. And I would never think the person to do so would be a priest! Throughout the entire book, priests have been the ones you can never count on! They turn Frankie away, or terrify him if he has committed a sin. Thus, I found this event in the book even more triumphant than Frankie making it to America. Overall, I really appreciated the book. I am incredibly thankful for the life I have as an American looking at Frank Mccourt's life as an Irish child. What was your favorite glory of the book (by glory, I mean joyful event, not as much as a comical event)? Why so? Overall, what was your opinion on the book?
Sincerely,
Patrick Gregorek
Friday, March 2, 2012
Caitlyn's Third Reader Response
Dear Patrick and Neil,
As the next quarter of the book passed by, I began to realize that much of what was happening has happened to me. Of course, I am not destitute like the McCourt's, but some incidents can be related into my own life. First of all, to start out on a light note, I found that it was kinda funny that every time Frankie McCourt received a religious sacrament, he either was sick or got sick immediately following the event. I first noticed it in an earlier chapter, when Frankie threw up right after his First Communion. Of course, that was because he ate too much at his Grandmother's house. But in the second event, at his Confirmation, his "nose starts bleeding and [he] feel[s] dizzy" (McCourt 190). Then, when Frankie's mother tells him to get ready for the collection afterwards and Grandma's house, he says, "...the mention of food makes me so sick I run to the edge of the pavement to throw up and the whole world is looking at me and I don't care" (McCourt 191). Eventually, he would be diagnosed with typhoid fever. I have had similar experiences in Church. I can remember one incident where I was in Mass with my mom and my great aunt, and when we were kneeling, I passed out right in the pew. I was only out for a second, but it was a good thing I wasn't standing. As soon as I woke up, I sat up and immediately checked my blood sugar levels to make sure it was not a Diabetes related cause. Then, I immediately ran out of the Church because I thought I was going to be sick. Turns out that we never found out what happened, but my mom and I always made a joke saying that I was "possessed" because every time I was in Church after that moment, I was always lightheaded and one time almost passed out again.This relates into Frankie's situation because we both got "sick" after religious services. What about you guys? Do you have any memorable religious moments, other than the normal ones all religious people have?
The next thing I can compare myself to is Frankie's extended stay in the hospital. When he is diagnosed with typhoid, he has to stay in the hospital for an extended period of time. While he is still in the hospital, he explains that he had, "been in this hospital for two months and I wonder if they'll let me out for Christmas" (McCourt 202). This reminds me of when I was diagnosed with Diabetes at age 4. I was in the hospital for a week, but it was around Easter, and I was worried that the Easter Bunny wouldn't come to the hospital and bring me candy. Luckily, I got out of the hospital before Easter, but it was almost like Frankie's situation because before I was in the hospital, I was sick all the time. What about you? Do you have any moments where medicine interfered with holidays or special events?
Lastly, the McCourt's money issue is somewhat like mine. Since Malachy Sr. finally decided to go to England to work and send the money home to his family. The only problem is that he drinks it all. Angela is finally forced to go get public assistance, and she told Mr. Kane that, "he didn't send us a penny in months..." (McCourt 233). My mom had to do almost that, but nowadays people just go to court. My dad was about 5 years behind on his child support, so my mom brought him to court to get the money we needed for medical supplies and other things. This is almost like getting the public assistance that Angela got. What about you as a reader? Did you have anything like this happen in your life?
This portion of the book related the most to my life and was also very similar. What did you think about this section as you were reading it?
Yours Truly,
Caitlyn
As the next quarter of the book passed by, I began to realize that much of what was happening has happened to me. Of course, I am not destitute like the McCourt's, but some incidents can be related into my own life. First of all, to start out on a light note, I found that it was kinda funny that every time Frankie McCourt received a religious sacrament, he either was sick or got sick immediately following the event. I first noticed it in an earlier chapter, when Frankie threw up right after his First Communion. Of course, that was because he ate too much at his Grandmother's house. But in the second event, at his Confirmation, his "nose starts bleeding and [he] feel[s] dizzy" (McCourt 190). Then, when Frankie's mother tells him to get ready for the collection afterwards and Grandma's house, he says, "...the mention of food makes me so sick I run to the edge of the pavement to throw up and the whole world is looking at me and I don't care" (McCourt 191). Eventually, he would be diagnosed with typhoid fever. I have had similar experiences in Church. I can remember one incident where I was in Mass with my mom and my great aunt, and when we were kneeling, I passed out right in the pew. I was only out for a second, but it was a good thing I wasn't standing. As soon as I woke up, I sat up and immediately checked my blood sugar levels to make sure it was not a Diabetes related cause. Then, I immediately ran out of the Church because I thought I was going to be sick. Turns out that we never found out what happened, but my mom and I always made a joke saying that I was "possessed" because every time I was in Church after that moment, I was always lightheaded and one time almost passed out again.This relates into Frankie's situation because we both got "sick" after religious services. What about you guys? Do you have any memorable religious moments, other than the normal ones all religious people have?
The next thing I can compare myself to is Frankie's extended stay in the hospital. When he is diagnosed with typhoid, he has to stay in the hospital for an extended period of time. While he is still in the hospital, he explains that he had, "been in this hospital for two months and I wonder if they'll let me out for Christmas" (McCourt 202). This reminds me of when I was diagnosed with Diabetes at age 4. I was in the hospital for a week, but it was around Easter, and I was worried that the Easter Bunny wouldn't come to the hospital and bring me candy. Luckily, I got out of the hospital before Easter, but it was almost like Frankie's situation because before I was in the hospital, I was sick all the time. What about you? Do you have any moments where medicine interfered with holidays or special events?
Lastly, the McCourt's money issue is somewhat like mine. Since Malachy Sr. finally decided to go to England to work and send the money home to his family. The only problem is that he drinks it all. Angela is finally forced to go get public assistance, and she told Mr. Kane that, "he didn't send us a penny in months..." (McCourt 233). My mom had to do almost that, but nowadays people just go to court. My dad was about 5 years behind on his child support, so my mom brought him to court to get the money we needed for medical supplies and other things. This is almost like getting the public assistance that Angela got. What about you as a reader? Did you have anything like this happen in your life?
This portion of the book related the most to my life and was also very similar. What did you think about this section as you were reading it?
Yours Truly,
Caitlyn
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Neil's Third Reader Response
Dear Caitlyn and Patrick,
This crucial section of the book shows the aging and maturity of Frank who in my opinion has taken a fatherly role in the family. However, he makes stupid choices and allows poor role models to pressure him into doing things he shouldn't. One of these people, Mikey Molloy, is the one who knows all of the "dirty" talk. He tells Frank, "That thing about dying for the Faith is all a cod... I wouldn't die for Ireland or the Faith" (McCourt 187). Mikey is four years older than Frank, and Frank looks up to him like the one who knows everything. I can relate this to my own life, how when we were kids, there was the cool, tough guy that everybody listened to and admired. Well Mikey is one of those people, and causes Frankie to make some poor decisions. Do you remember anyone like that from your childhood? Also, I was extremely shocked when chapter 8 opened up with Frank telling us he is ready to make his Confirmation at ten years old. This is shocking!!! I'm fifteen and haven't made my Confirmation yet, and neither have you two! Another thing that blows my mind is how he received the Sacrament of Anointing of the Sick when he was just ten years old. He had quite a bit enstilled upon him at such a young age, and amazingly, he turned out okay. Can you imagine being so close to death at such a young age? Jeez, things like this have made me notice that times were really different back them. Do you agree?
I have also noticed that there are many similarities and differences in education back then to education today. First off, schoolmasters commonly hit or harmed children for making the slightest mistake; these days, if anyone tried that, they would wind up behind bars fast. Staying on the topic of school, it seems to me that Frank has finally found a schoolteacher worth looking up to, that being Mr. O'Halloran. Frankie appears to appreciate how they are allowed to ask questions and he will explain the subject matter, admitting that "No master ever told us why before" (McCourt 207). He is also honest, and is the first teacher to admit to the young men that the Irish are not perfect, which I myself admire. I can compare Mr. O'Halloran to my eighth grade world history teacher, Mr. Mosczenski (hope I spelled that right!) He was a phenomenal teacher and always allowed us to ask questions, and he would answer them vividly. I enjoy this sort of philosophical, what-if questioning. Do you have a teacher like Mr. O'Halloran that you admired? This compare and contrast of education helps us realize how culture shapes our identity; we notice what is similar in our schooling, but also notice that times were different back then. Are there any other similarities or differences in education that you can pick out from this book?
In the weeks leading up to Malachy Mccourt Sr.'s departure to England, I notice that Frank and him have become significantly closer and that they are beginning to form a father-son bond. Frank tells the reader of the bond, saying, "Mikey Molloy stole Cuchulain, the Angel of the Seventh Step is gone someplace else, but my father in the morning is still mine... In the morning we have the world to ourselves and he never tells me I should die for Ireland" (McCourt 208-209). I think that Frankie is maturing, and his father is now able to talk to him like a young men, to talk about real-world issues and tell stories that Frank is now able to understand. Frank says, "I think my father is like the Holy Trinity with three people in him, the one in the morning with the paper, the one at night with the stories and the prayers, and then the one who does the bad thing (drinking)" (McCourt 210). I have come to realize that many Irish men back then were like this; in there were drunken fathers, which made their families poor because they "needed the pint." This is how the Irish were stereotyped as heavy drinkers. Although Mr. McCourt drinks to the high heavens like this, I think he is a role model to Frankie just as my father is to me. I myself have always been close to my father who is a role model to me. Why do you think they are bonding like this? Do you have an adult role model in your life?
I had many questions regarding events that unfolded throughout this section of the story. First off, do you think it was right or acceptable for Frank to steal the lemonade and food from around Limerick? Personally, I think it was okay because the family was starving- their father was drunk off in Enlgand, their mother was dysfunctional, and Frankie had three younger brothers to feed. In fact, I think this shows Frank's maturity at such a young age that I was talking about in the beginning. Also, why were Angela's mother and Aunt Aggie awful to the starving, sick, cold children? It seems they abused them and blamed them for the families problems, when really they were just born into trouble by two terrible parents. Then why does Aunt Aggie act extremely nice when Mr. McCourt comes home? And later on, why doesn't Angela want anyone to touch the trunk? Does it concern Frankie being a bastard child? This section of the story was obviously depressing, but is captivating and I truly enjoy reading the story. Do you have any final thoughts on this section of the story?
Yours truly,
Neil J.
This crucial section of the book shows the aging and maturity of Frank who in my opinion has taken a fatherly role in the family. However, he makes stupid choices and allows poor role models to pressure him into doing things he shouldn't. One of these people, Mikey Molloy, is the one who knows all of the "dirty" talk. He tells Frank, "That thing about dying for the Faith is all a cod... I wouldn't die for Ireland or the Faith" (McCourt 187). Mikey is four years older than Frank, and Frank looks up to him like the one who knows everything. I can relate this to my own life, how when we were kids, there was the cool, tough guy that everybody listened to and admired. Well Mikey is one of those people, and causes Frankie to make some poor decisions. Do you remember anyone like that from your childhood? Also, I was extremely shocked when chapter 8 opened up with Frank telling us he is ready to make his Confirmation at ten years old. This is shocking!!! I'm fifteen and haven't made my Confirmation yet, and neither have you two! Another thing that blows my mind is how he received the Sacrament of Anointing of the Sick when he was just ten years old. He had quite a bit enstilled upon him at such a young age, and amazingly, he turned out okay. Can you imagine being so close to death at such a young age? Jeez, things like this have made me notice that times were really different back them. Do you agree?
I have also noticed that there are many similarities and differences in education back then to education today. First off, schoolmasters commonly hit or harmed children for making the slightest mistake; these days, if anyone tried that, they would wind up behind bars fast. Staying on the topic of school, it seems to me that Frank has finally found a schoolteacher worth looking up to, that being Mr. O'Halloran. Frankie appears to appreciate how they are allowed to ask questions and he will explain the subject matter, admitting that "No master ever told us why before" (McCourt 207). He is also honest, and is the first teacher to admit to the young men that the Irish are not perfect, which I myself admire. I can compare Mr. O'Halloran to my eighth grade world history teacher, Mr. Mosczenski (hope I spelled that right!) He was a phenomenal teacher and always allowed us to ask questions, and he would answer them vividly. I enjoy this sort of philosophical, what-if questioning. Do you have a teacher like Mr. O'Halloran that you admired? This compare and contrast of education helps us realize how culture shapes our identity; we notice what is similar in our schooling, but also notice that times were different back then. Are there any other similarities or differences in education that you can pick out from this book?
In the weeks leading up to Malachy Mccourt Sr.'s departure to England, I notice that Frank and him have become significantly closer and that they are beginning to form a father-son bond. Frank tells the reader of the bond, saying, "Mikey Molloy stole Cuchulain, the Angel of the Seventh Step is gone someplace else, but my father in the morning is still mine... In the morning we have the world to ourselves and he never tells me I should die for Ireland" (McCourt 208-209). I think that Frankie is maturing, and his father is now able to talk to him like a young men, to talk about real-world issues and tell stories that Frank is now able to understand. Frank says, "I think my father is like the Holy Trinity with three people in him, the one in the morning with the paper, the one at night with the stories and the prayers, and then the one who does the bad thing (drinking)" (McCourt 210). I have come to realize that many Irish men back then were like this; in there were drunken fathers, which made their families poor because they "needed the pint." This is how the Irish were stereotyped as heavy drinkers. Although Mr. McCourt drinks to the high heavens like this, I think he is a role model to Frankie just as my father is to me. I myself have always been close to my father who is a role model to me. Why do you think they are bonding like this? Do you have an adult role model in your life?
I had many questions regarding events that unfolded throughout this section of the story. First off, do you think it was right or acceptable for Frank to steal the lemonade and food from around Limerick? Personally, I think it was okay because the family was starving- their father was drunk off in Enlgand, their mother was dysfunctional, and Frankie had three younger brothers to feed. In fact, I think this shows Frank's maturity at such a young age that I was talking about in the beginning. Also, why were Angela's mother and Aunt Aggie awful to the starving, sick, cold children? It seems they abused them and blamed them for the families problems, when really they were just born into trouble by two terrible parents. Then why does Aunt Aggie act extremely nice when Mr. McCourt comes home? And later on, why doesn't Angela want anyone to touch the trunk? Does it concern Frankie being a bastard child? This section of the story was obviously depressing, but is captivating and I truly enjoy reading the story. Do you have any final thoughts on this section of the story?
Yours truly,
Neil J.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Patrick Gregorek's Third Reader Response
Dear Caityln and Neil,
The last few chapters of Angela's Ashes have been the most dramatic in my opinion. Then again, throughout the entire book, the situation of the Mccourts only seemed to be worstening more and more. But at this point in the reading, I almost feel like the Mccourts have adopted me (just what they need, another child) and I am suffering with them. Every hill they must climb I feel that I am climbing with them at this point. I don't even know where to begin as to how I felt while reading lately. I suppose I will start off with Frank's father, Malachy. It was a real struggle to read some points of these chapters, as I was just about ready to skip a few pages and pick up on a lighter note. But I knew that I need to recognize the pain the Mccourts are enduring. After all, the intent is to recognize how Irish culture affects the Mccourts. At this point, I know it does not need to be stated that Malachy is uncontrollably addicted to "the pint" as Frankie would call it. And this excessive addiction is severely damaging the living style of the Mccourts.
As you know, Malachy has traveled to England to work in a factory during the war, which the Mccourts saw as an amazing opportunity for better living conditions. Yet, Malachy lets his family down, yet, again. The irish citizens who are working in England ship their money back to the family every Friday. As everyone receives the pay from their husbands/fathers, the Mccourts wait every Friday, only to discover that there was no pay sent to thr Mccourts. Eventually, Mr. Downes, a neighbor who went to England with Malachy, arrives home for a funeral. "Mr. Downes says that Malachy Mccourt is gone pure mad with the drink, that he squanders his waes in pubs all over Coventry" (Mccourt 230). While reading this I wanted to scream out, "for the love of God Malachy, quit letting your family down"! For his oldest child's entire life, he has waisted all the moey he's earned from the jobs he could find on alcohol. Fianlly, when he's offered a job everyone in the time period would die for, he drinks all his wages! It breaks my heart to read these kind of chapters, it really does. But let's revisit the question I mentioned earlier. how does the Irish culture affect the Mccourts living style? Well, the Irish are typically depicted as heavy drinkers. I always thought such a depiction was stereotyping, but looking at Malachy, I'm not so sure anymore. What do you suppose the reason for his addiction is? If you do believe it is his Irish blood, why do you think the Irish are such heavy drinkers?
With Malachy in England, there is only Angela to take care of four children. Unfortunately, she is not handling the task exceptionally well. Frequently, she does not give the children a healthy environment. She is often depressed, or begging, or acting in some form of another odd manner. It was by far the worst when Frank describes his mother at the beginning of chapter 10, stating "Mam sits by the fire, shivering and we know something is wrong when she makes no move for a cigarette" (Mccourt 235). Could you imagine if this were your mother? I couldn't believe what I was reading. I feel even worse for the children then Angela. This image would leave me in tears, and I believe the Mccourt children share a similar feeling. Even worse from this dramatic image, Angela takes her begging for living supplies to a new level. She starts going to the priests house to try to win his leftover dinner! Dear Lord! I wouldn't know what to do if my mother ever did such a thing! I understand that the family is calling for desperate measures, but just out of dignity, I would never beg a priests for scraps! Poor Frankie and his brothers. Frankie says himself, "This is worse than the dole, the St. Vincent de Paul Society, the Dispensary" (Mccourt 250). Even Frankie recognizes the humiliation of it all. The book made me very grateful for the loving, caring parents that I have been gifted with. But nonetheless, there are times where I am ashamed of my parents, even if it is my fault for such a thought. Have you ever experienced such a moment like Frankie's with one of your parents?
Among dealing with the lack of a strong parenthood, Frank experiences multiple problems himself. First, he develops severe eye issues, as he gets an infection. the poor kid, he just can't catch a break. He gives a graphic description of the eyes (I was reluctant to include this quote), claiming "the sore spreads into my eyes and now they're red and yellow from the stuff that oozes and makes them stick in the morning" (Mccourt 224). Bleck! How gross! Yet, I feel rude critizing his appearance. He is trying to cope with a difficult problem, and here I am, disgusted by him. Alongside, he almost dies of the typhoid fever! But not on just any day; on his Confirmation day, right before his collection. This poor child, no money, and as he is ready to go out to collect lots of money, he is sent to the hospital. But not for a week, or a month, but for two months! Even when he is in the hospital, he befriends another patient, Patricia Maddigan, but she dies shortly after they meet. Frank Mccourt has come along way, and I feel like I don't have the right to complain ever again. Never have I had to put up with what he's endured so far. How about you? Do you stand with me? Or do you have other feelings?
Sincerely,
Patrick Gregorek
The last few chapters of Angela's Ashes have been the most dramatic in my opinion. Then again, throughout the entire book, the situation of the Mccourts only seemed to be worstening more and more. But at this point in the reading, I almost feel like the Mccourts have adopted me (just what they need, another child) and I am suffering with them. Every hill they must climb I feel that I am climbing with them at this point. I don't even know where to begin as to how I felt while reading lately. I suppose I will start off with Frank's father, Malachy. It was a real struggle to read some points of these chapters, as I was just about ready to skip a few pages and pick up on a lighter note. But I knew that I need to recognize the pain the Mccourts are enduring. After all, the intent is to recognize how Irish culture affects the Mccourts. At this point, I know it does not need to be stated that Malachy is uncontrollably addicted to "the pint" as Frankie would call it. And this excessive addiction is severely damaging the living style of the Mccourts.
As you know, Malachy has traveled to England to work in a factory during the war, which the Mccourts saw as an amazing opportunity for better living conditions. Yet, Malachy lets his family down, yet, again. The irish citizens who are working in England ship their money back to the family every Friday. As everyone receives the pay from their husbands/fathers, the Mccourts wait every Friday, only to discover that there was no pay sent to thr Mccourts. Eventually, Mr. Downes, a neighbor who went to England with Malachy, arrives home for a funeral. "Mr. Downes says that Malachy Mccourt is gone pure mad with the drink, that he squanders his waes in pubs all over Coventry" (Mccourt 230). While reading this I wanted to scream out, "for the love of God Malachy, quit letting your family down"! For his oldest child's entire life, he has waisted all the moey he's earned from the jobs he could find on alcohol. Fianlly, when he's offered a job everyone in the time period would die for, he drinks all his wages! It breaks my heart to read these kind of chapters, it really does. But let's revisit the question I mentioned earlier. how does the Irish culture affect the Mccourts living style? Well, the Irish are typically depicted as heavy drinkers. I always thought such a depiction was stereotyping, but looking at Malachy, I'm not so sure anymore. What do you suppose the reason for his addiction is? If you do believe it is his Irish blood, why do you think the Irish are such heavy drinkers?
With Malachy in England, there is only Angela to take care of four children. Unfortunately, she is not handling the task exceptionally well. Frequently, she does not give the children a healthy environment. She is often depressed, or begging, or acting in some form of another odd manner. It was by far the worst when Frank describes his mother at the beginning of chapter 10, stating "Mam sits by the fire, shivering and we know something is wrong when she makes no move for a cigarette" (Mccourt 235). Could you imagine if this were your mother? I couldn't believe what I was reading. I feel even worse for the children then Angela. This image would leave me in tears, and I believe the Mccourt children share a similar feeling. Even worse from this dramatic image, Angela takes her begging for living supplies to a new level. She starts going to the priests house to try to win his leftover dinner! Dear Lord! I wouldn't know what to do if my mother ever did such a thing! I understand that the family is calling for desperate measures, but just out of dignity, I would never beg a priests for scraps! Poor Frankie and his brothers. Frankie says himself, "This is worse than the dole, the St. Vincent de Paul Society, the Dispensary" (Mccourt 250). Even Frankie recognizes the humiliation of it all. The book made me very grateful for the loving, caring parents that I have been gifted with. But nonetheless, there are times where I am ashamed of my parents, even if it is my fault for such a thought. Have you ever experienced such a moment like Frankie's with one of your parents?
Among dealing with the lack of a strong parenthood, Frank experiences multiple problems himself. First, he develops severe eye issues, as he gets an infection. the poor kid, he just can't catch a break. He gives a graphic description of the eyes (I was reluctant to include this quote), claiming "the sore spreads into my eyes and now they're red and yellow from the stuff that oozes and makes them stick in the morning" (Mccourt 224). Bleck! How gross! Yet, I feel rude critizing his appearance. He is trying to cope with a difficult problem, and here I am, disgusted by him. Alongside, he almost dies of the typhoid fever! But not on just any day; on his Confirmation day, right before his collection. This poor child, no money, and as he is ready to go out to collect lots of money, he is sent to the hospital. But not for a week, or a month, but for two months! Even when he is in the hospital, he befriends another patient, Patricia Maddigan, but she dies shortly after they meet. Frank Mccourt has come along way, and I feel like I don't have the right to complain ever again. Never have I had to put up with what he's endured so far. How about you? Do you stand with me? Or do you have other feelings?
Sincerely,
Patrick Gregorek
Friday, February 24, 2012
Patrick's response to Neil's second Reader Response
Dear Neil,
I believe that your analysis of Angela's stress is quite accurate. I feel the same sympathy you do towards her agony. I also have a feeling that her agony is affecting others in her household. Children notice when you are hallucinating, and frankly, it can't be a very positive environment for such young children. Nonetheless, she is able to find joy in her life, even when 3 of her children have died. I can't even imagine what it would be like for me if I were in her situation, and to be honest, I wan't to avoid the idea of it. All I will say is that you are completely right; Angela is a very strong woman. I would not have the strength to get up from my fall once 3 of my children have died. My grandparents are getting older, especially my father's parents, and the thought of them passing away causes me to get choked up. There is no measure to how much I love them and how much they mean to me. So if three of my children died, I'm not sure if I carry on in life. As far as the poverty the Mccourts are enduring, I agree with you. They have it real rough, especially with the bathroom behind their house to make matters worse. This is the image that comes to my head when I pictured the bathroom Frank spoke about: http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&biw=1024&bih=677&tbm=isch&tbnid=UxKf6k8ylW0XpM:&imgrefurl=http://www.cl-mtthabor.org/&docid=_2yJB0sxZMhYkM. Can you imagine having to live with 11 people using that to go to the bathroom BEHIND YOUR HOUSE!?!? Like you said, how on earth could someone live with that smell? or eat around it for that matter? But in my opinion, this does not compare to the pain they have to endure when their alcoholic father arrives home late because he spent all of his vital money at the pub. It makes me appreciate my father immensely. Never has my father ever set a bad example by letting me see him drunk. This is a comment coming from a middle-class teenager. Frank, a lower class child, can't say the same! The money his family needs to survive is being thrown away! this is what breaks my heart more than anything, excluding the death of Eugene, Oliver and Margaret. With that said, if I were Frank, and anyone ever made fun of me for my father or dead siblings, I wouldn't be able to control myself. I can tell you right now, I would attack them (if it were a boy) and beat them. I've been called names before and made fun of, but removing one of their dignity crosses the line to me. Also, you mention how you can relate to Frank's religion,as can I. Like you, I practice Roman Catholicism. Whenever I am in need or going through desperate times, I pray to Jesus. To be honest, I don't like to share my personal beliefs on religion too often, but I will say that I put all of my trust into Jesus, because I know he only wants to help me. In regard to my first Communion day, I will be honest, I remembering envying my friends who had already received it. Like in Angela's Ashes, they all received tons of money, and I only received gifts. Looking back, I will admit, that this was very greedy and spoiled of me. It made me feel a lot like Frank, who, like me, did not receive money.
Sincerely,
Patrick Gregorek
I believe that your analysis of Angela's stress is quite accurate. I feel the same sympathy you do towards her agony. I also have a feeling that her agony is affecting others in her household. Children notice when you are hallucinating, and frankly, it can't be a very positive environment for such young children. Nonetheless, she is able to find joy in her life, even when 3 of her children have died. I can't even imagine what it would be like for me if I were in her situation, and to be honest, I wan't to avoid the idea of it. All I will say is that you are completely right; Angela is a very strong woman. I would not have the strength to get up from my fall once 3 of my children have died. My grandparents are getting older, especially my father's parents, and the thought of them passing away causes me to get choked up. There is no measure to how much I love them and how much they mean to me. So if three of my children died, I'm not sure if I carry on in life. As far as the poverty the Mccourts are enduring, I agree with you. They have it real rough, especially with the bathroom behind their house to make matters worse. This is the image that comes to my head when I pictured the bathroom Frank spoke about: http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&biw=1024&bih=677&tbm=isch&tbnid=UxKf6k8ylW0XpM:&imgrefurl=http://www.cl-mtthabor.org/&docid=_2yJB0sxZMhYkM. Can you imagine having to live with 11 people using that to go to the bathroom BEHIND YOUR HOUSE!?!? Like you said, how on earth could someone live with that smell? or eat around it for that matter? But in my opinion, this does not compare to the pain they have to endure when their alcoholic father arrives home late because he spent all of his vital money at the pub. It makes me appreciate my father immensely. Never has my father ever set a bad example by letting me see him drunk. This is a comment coming from a middle-class teenager. Frank, a lower class child, can't say the same! The money his family needs to survive is being thrown away! this is what breaks my heart more than anything, excluding the death of Eugene, Oliver and Margaret. With that said, if I were Frank, and anyone ever made fun of me for my father or dead siblings, I wouldn't be able to control myself. I can tell you right now, I would attack them (if it were a boy) and beat them. I've been called names before and made fun of, but removing one of their dignity crosses the line to me. Also, you mention how you can relate to Frank's religion,as can I. Like you, I practice Roman Catholicism. Whenever I am in need or going through desperate times, I pray to Jesus. To be honest, I don't like to share my personal beliefs on religion too often, but I will say that I put all of my trust into Jesus, because I know he only wants to help me. In regard to my first Communion day, I will be honest, I remembering envying my friends who had already received it. Like in Angela's Ashes, they all received tons of money, and I only received gifts. Looking back, I will admit, that this was very greedy and spoiled of me. It made me feel a lot like Frank, who, like me, did not receive money.
Sincerely,
Patrick Gregorek
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