Oliver Twist
1. The living conditions were horrible, they were almost always starving, they could almost never talk to one another, they worked really long hours stayed up late, got up early, they ate horrible food it was really disgusting and mushy.
2. I would have hated living in this time period, I like my freedom to be a child when I am a child, and not going from child to adult in one day, I like to be a teenager.
3. He has a horrible life compared to mine, yeah I complain about doing chores and what not but if I had to sew every day for like 12 hours I would be complaining a lot more, but I have a wonderful life compared to Oliver Twist.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
1. Which job is shown in the picture that I have chosen?
The job that is shown in my the picture that I have chosen is a man and a boy sweeping the cotton off the floor.
2. What was the daily work schedule in this job that they had to
Follow?
They had to be at the mill at about 6:00am to 12:00 then a one hour break and from 1:00 to 6:00 it also depended where you where working.
3. Were their any penalties for not meeting expectations on the job site?
The penalties where most likely a severe beating, and absolutely no pay for the week.
4. What were the physical challenges of work at the mill?
The physical challenges where likely to be the long hours, 12 hours get up very early and stay up quite late, they were probably physically drained and mentally drained.
5. Was this job dangerous? How?
This job was very dangerous, you could get seriously hurt, you could get your fingers cut off. The other danger was that from all the lint floating around it could get packed in your lungs, that would not be good for your health.
6. Do you think it was fair for the children to work in this time period?
No I do not think this is right, children deserve to have a teen hood, they do not deserve to go from child to adult in one day. They should have the luxuries we have now, like watching T.V, hanging out with friends, learning lessons, staying up late.
7. In what country do children work today? Find a picture of the child labour and post it on your blog.
The horrible countries that still make children work are in the far east. Like India, China and a some others.
The job that is shown in my the picture that I have chosen is a man and a boy sweeping the cotton off the floor.
2. What was the daily work schedule in this job that they had to
Follow?
They had to be at the mill at about 6:00am to 12:00 then a one hour break and from 1:00 to 6:00 it also depended where you where working.
3. Were their any penalties for not meeting expectations on the job site?
The penalties where most likely a severe beating, and absolutely no pay for the week.
4. What were the physical challenges of work at the mill?
The physical challenges where likely to be the long hours, 12 hours get up very early and stay up quite late, they were probably physically drained and mentally drained.
5. Was this job dangerous? How?
This job was very dangerous, you could get seriously hurt, you could get your fingers cut off. The other danger was that from all the lint floating around it could get packed in your lungs, that would not be good for your health.
6. Do you think it was fair for the children to work in this time period?
No I do not think this is right, children deserve to have a teen hood, they do not deserve to go from child to adult in one day. They should have the luxuries we have now, like watching T.V, hanging out with friends, learning lessons, staying up late.
7. In what country do children work today? Find a picture of the child labour and post it on your blog.
The horrible countries that still make children work are in the far east. Like India, China and a some others.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Inventions
My invention is the Popsicle, it was invented in 1905 be a eleven year old boy named Frank Epperson. He had originally called it the Epsicle. He had left his fruit flavoured drink outside in the cold with a stick in it. The drink froze to the stick and tasted good. In 1923 for a patent “ice on a stick” called the Epsicle Ice Pop, which children renamed the “Popsicle.”
In 1925, Frank Epperson sold his famous Popsicle to the Joe Lowe Company of New York. Good Humour now owns the rights to the Popsicle.
Random Facts!
Twin Popsicles (two popsicles sticks together) were invented during the Great Depression.
Popsicle sticks were first made from Birch wood.
Popsicles in the future.
Popsicles in the future will be very nutritious, they will not melt unless you need or want them too, they will have amazing flavours.
The working conditions to make a popsicle are most likely not all that good. Probably low pay, dangerous, cold (to keep the popsicles frozen), lots of workers.
Recipe for Popsicles :
Chocolate Oreo Pudding Pops
Ingredients:
• Chocolate Pudding 3.4 oz box
• 2 cups of Milk
• 6 Oreo’s
• 1/2 cup of cool whip
• 8-10 Popsicle sticks
• 8-10 Dixie Cups
Directions:
Combine 2 cups of milk and Chocolate pudding mix in a medium size bowl. Mix for Approx. 2 minutes. Add Cool Whip and crushed Oreo Cookies. Blend Well! Fill Dixie Cup to desired amount. Insert popsicle sticks into pudding mixture. They will stand on there own. Continue adding the popsicle sticks to remaining filled cups. Freeze for 5 hours. Peel off Dixie paper cups & enjoy!
Journal Entry 3
Arlene
But like the tortoise, I shall win. – Arlene page 29
As soon as the whistle blows, some folks will stream from the mill to their houses to get their dinner pails – fro some of the houses are empty all day, with everyone at work. I suppose their dinners are cold, sorry things with nobody to cook for them. The whistle sounds, there is confusion I keep my eye peeled for Daddy and Josh. Josh has been sent up to carding, he puffs out his chest thinking he is important. When he came home with a torn sleeve he wore it like a medal. He had come close to the rumbling pulleys, he had dared them like in a game Snake in the gutter, eating bread and butter. Daddy finds me first. He already has his daily quota of lint in his hair, on his shirt. Covering him like snowflakes. They open their pails and smile at me and see two biscuits hot and buttered. Mama is easier to find, she and Mrs. Ethel are already sitting in their room off the spinning room where the women sit and eat. She smiles as her takes her pail corners of her eyes creasing. Once I have gave Pauline her pail I have a memory surface in my brain. She was mocking me on the playground at recess, even the teacher smiled. She was dragging her foot behind her everyone was laughing. P – is for perfect – Pauline. A – is for awkward – Arlene. I think of Pauline her dinner brought to her eating out in the sun. Arlene, Arlene?. I thought the voice was in my head. I turn and see Miss Bertha a granny old woman, she calls when someone is sick. She calls to me. Its Frances. She sent word. I’ll need your help. Her face reminds me of a shrivelled apple. It’s her time. She says. As we walk in Harrell’s house it is just like ours. But different. Ill stalk up the fire. Mrs. Harrell’s neck and face glisten with perspiration her face is screwed up. I see Miss Bertha take out a knife, she slips it under the bed. To cut the pain. She says. I did not take Ropy his dinner. Says Mrs. Harrell. I’m sure he can live without dinner for one day. Miss bertha says taking a hair brush and starting to braid Mrs. Harrell’s hair. I hear Mrs. Harrell screaming. I go in search of Percy, he is not sleeping he is crouching beside his bed. Percy. I say he take steps away from me. Ma – ma. He whispers. Your Mamas fine you are just going to have a little brother or sister soon. I hear Mrs. Harrell again, Percy looks at the door with a quivering lip. I decide on cornbread. But before I get a chance to make it, Miss Bertha comes to the door. Come quick! I need your help. She says. It is time. I need you to put your hand on her belly and when I tell her to push, bear down on her. Mrs. Harrell is whimpering. Push , dearie. Push hard. Miss Bertha says to her. Miss Bertha peers between Mrs. Harrell’s legs. Just a little bit more. Just a bit more. Just a bit. Miss bertha was whispering. Frances don’t fight me on this, there is still work to be done, you can rest later. She grabs a hand full of snuff and walks over to Mrs. Harrell with it. Be ready to bear down. She tells be. Miss Bertha rubs it in her nose and, KER – CHOO! KER – CHOO! KER – CHOO ! Mrs. Harrell sneezes, but I push down anyway. That’s it! that’s it! It’s a boy!. Although the baby is here already I have to still do lots of work. The after birth comes easy. I hear Miss Bertha say to Mrs. Harrell. After I am sent home Pauline tells be I have a sweeping job at the mill, Jimmy has got his thumb snatched by the spinner. This sweeping job is not all that bad. I feel guilty. But I continue to sweep, I see a little grey spider in the windowsill and see it perching itself proudly on its web. On Saturday well we are walking to the store I hear my money clinking in my pocket, what shall it be peppermints or horehound? Johnnycakes or butterscotch? I choose peppermints. Pauline wants jacks but she only has twenty – seven cents. We shall have the jacks I hand her my money and we share the jacks.
Arlene
But like the tortoise, I shall win. – Arlene page 29
As soon as the whistle blows, some folks will stream from the mill to their houses to get their dinner pails – fro some of the houses are empty all day, with everyone at work. I suppose their dinners are cold, sorry things with nobody to cook for them. The whistle sounds, there is confusion I keep my eye peeled for Daddy and Josh. Josh has been sent up to carding, he puffs out his chest thinking he is important. When he came home with a torn sleeve he wore it like a medal. He had come close to the rumbling pulleys, he had dared them like in a game Snake in the gutter, eating bread and butter. Daddy finds me first. He already has his daily quota of lint in his hair, on his shirt. Covering him like snowflakes. They open their pails and smile at me and see two biscuits hot and buttered. Mama is easier to find, she and Mrs. Ethel are already sitting in their room off the spinning room where the women sit and eat. She smiles as her takes her pail corners of her eyes creasing. Once I have gave Pauline her pail I have a memory surface in my brain. She was mocking me on the playground at recess, even the teacher smiled. She was dragging her foot behind her everyone was laughing. P – is for perfect – Pauline. A – is for awkward – Arlene. I think of Pauline her dinner brought to her eating out in the sun. Arlene, Arlene?. I thought the voice was in my head. I turn and see Miss Bertha a granny old woman, she calls when someone is sick. She calls to me. Its Frances. She sent word. I’ll need your help. Her face reminds me of a shrivelled apple. It’s her time. She says. As we walk in Harrell’s house it is just like ours. But different. Ill stalk up the fire. Mrs. Harrell’s neck and face glisten with perspiration her face is screwed up. I see Miss Bertha take out a knife, she slips it under the bed. To cut the pain. She says. I did not take Ropy his dinner. Says Mrs. Harrell. I’m sure he can live without dinner for one day. Miss bertha says taking a hair brush and starting to braid Mrs. Harrell’s hair. I hear Mrs. Harrell screaming. I go in search of Percy, he is not sleeping he is crouching beside his bed. Percy. I say he take steps away from me. Ma – ma. He whispers. Your Mamas fine you are just going to have a little brother or sister soon. I hear Mrs. Harrell again, Percy looks at the door with a quivering lip. I decide on cornbread. But before I get a chance to make it, Miss Bertha comes to the door. Come quick! I need your help. She says. It is time. I need you to put your hand on her belly and when I tell her to push, bear down on her. Mrs. Harrell is whimpering. Push , dearie. Push hard. Miss Bertha says to her. Miss Bertha peers between Mrs. Harrell’s legs. Just a little bit more. Just a bit more. Just a bit. Miss bertha was whispering. Frances don’t fight me on this, there is still work to be done, you can rest later. She grabs a hand full of snuff and walks over to Mrs. Harrell with it. Be ready to bear down. She tells be. Miss Bertha rubs it in her nose and, KER – CHOO! KER – CHOO! KER – CHOO ! Mrs. Harrell sneezes, but I push down anyway. That’s it! that’s it! It’s a boy!. Although the baby is here already I have to still do lots of work. The after birth comes easy. I hear Miss Bertha say to Mrs. Harrell. After I am sent home Pauline tells be I have a sweeping job at the mill, Jimmy has got his thumb snatched by the spinner. This sweeping job is not all that bad. I feel guilty. But I continue to sweep, I see a little grey spider in the windowsill and see it perching itself proudly on its web. On Saturday well we are walking to the store I hear my money clinking in my pocket, what shall it be peppermints or horehound? Johnnycakes or butterscotch? I choose peppermints. Pauline wants jacks but she only has twenty – seven cents. We shall have the jacks I hand her my money and we share the jacks.
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