The Time Machine

If I were to make the first ever time machine, I wouldn't go meet anybody famous. Or try to get Rich or anything. I would go see my grandma, my mom's mom. She died when I was four and I don't remember her at all. All I have of her is a few pictures and stories my mom tells me.

She died from a gun shot. She got shot by a man trying to kill my dad, he was a cop and he arrested that man for some drug thing. The bullet hit her shoulder, went down and hit her spine in her lower back. She stayed paralyzed from the waist down for almost five years until she past. All this happen before I was born.

I have some stories that my mom has told me. One that I wish I could remember is that she used to put me to sleep with her when I was a baby, since she spent most of the time in bed. She slept in a bed in the living room behind the couch, where my grandpa now sleeps.

If I were able to make a time machine to go back and meet my grandmother I would ask her about our life story. Where are family comes from?? How her life in a little town in Mexico was?? What was going on when she was my age?? Did she go to school?? How her and my grandpa met?? and that even though I don't remember her I would never forget her.

I would take pictures wiyh her, tell her I love her and miss her very much. I would take my mom to see her mother one last time. I see my mom every year cry and talk about her, I wouldn't care about myself so my mom could be happy with her one last time.

The Statue of Liberty Poem

The New Colossus

By Emma Lazarus, 1883

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

To me this poem means freedom. I feel like someone is speaking for the statue, saying here is the beacon of freedom. To leave this land for those that need it, for the poor, to those who need help to live an other day. Its as if shes saying, welcome to everyone that wishes to live free in this great country. I say let them be free, save the poor that just want to work, that just want to save they're family from a life of death and hunger. Let them escape from the clinching grasps of danger, even from those that are there to protect them, and from corrupt politics that for money they would sell away they're whole country to a sure death.

Diego Rivera

Totonac Civilization, 1950, National Palace, Mexico City

This painting by Diego Rivera is of two Totonac kingdoms coming together. It is showing one of the kings giving the other some kind of staff. As if the group on the left is swearing they're loyalty to the king on the right. Meanwhile in the background there is a celebration, People are dancing.
This makes me think of the enormous labor this men had to go through to build such a great civilization, and such great buildings. What pride they must of felt to build there own temples and homes. What intelagance they must of had to build everything symmetrical and with perfect measurements. It also makes me think of how much we have come from those times of everything done by hand.