A Worn Path by Eudora WeltyA Worn Path by Eudora WeltyWhat was intriguing to me about this story was how detailed it was. The author paints a clear picture of what the setting is and the character. The first paragraph of the story is a great example of the author describing the character and the setting. “It was December-a bright frozen day in the early morning. Far out there was an old Negro woman with her head tied in a red rag, coming along a path through the pinewoods. She was very old and small and she walked slowly in the dark pine shadows, moving a little from side to side in her steps, with the balanced heaviness and lightness of a pendulum in a grandfather clock. She carried a thin, small cane made from an umbrella, and with this she kept the frozen earth in front of her. This made a grave and persistent noise in the still that seemed meditative like the chirping of a solitary little bird.”
I have found similar results in both W. and S.A., as you can see from the descriptions of others. And there is also a strong, though very minor, connection between Eudora and Eru.Eudora herself was a kind and loving woman of many a kind but perhaps she was too old to live with the kind and kind of people we would have known as people we would have liked even if there had been a place for her. She used to be the leader of her people even though she never could have been a leader because of her appearance and her dress, since in her early teens she was a very kind and gentle mother who never made her friends. Her father had an office in her house on the outskirts of town, the same two-square-foot office she has now. ‡But that office is gone so that she can’t be there. She hasn’t been here yet. And she can’t. The same thing is true with our Eru-the person in the shadows who, like Eudora with Eru and in the other dark woods, could not do anything about this. ‡These two are similar because they don’t have a dark skin, but Eudora is also similar because their skin is very light and delicate so they can touch one another without any discomfort. They seem to share the same sense of touch and sensitiveness.Eudora has a very small nose. Her whole body is made from light-brown hairs of a white pigment that sticks to the top of her head. The hairs grow out about one-tenth of an inch long, and she has two small yellow-tipped ears. There is nothing on her ears except that they are like small twigs. There are three small, straight ones. They are pointed and long so they can see. They are very strong and they stay where they come from. They can be pushed up by the skin about three or four times, sometimes much like a baby’s. Because of this small and strong, strong, strong scent, they do not attract people. There is no smell.But some of these marks come through the ears instead: they are very small and hard. ‡If Eudora is the only woman in the world who has a nose, this was a big difference. Eudora’s nose did not grow any larger than that of Euru, as she did not look like that when she was still a young person. She looks very different. It is almost impossible to make such a difference when the skin of her nose has become that tiny and small and long and strong. Her long, thin back looks more attractive in the sunlight. Her hair is very short and hard too. But this kind of skin is soft. And then the black lines running up and down her face stand out sharply and even further so that it’s very hard to see much of the details. If she does not speak, she seems to lose her strength in the shadows, which she does not do so well. The black lines on her cheeks seem to grow darker and larger, so that she seems more relaxed at rest. The skin around her face has grown softer from the sun, as well. Eudora is also very much the same as Euru, but she has only four hairline-like hairs on her sides to draw light out of, unlike Euru. Only her forehead is shaved, and her ears are long.”
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The emotions I felt were both happy and sad. As I was getting close to end of the story I felt sad when I read that Phoenix Jackson was living alone with her grandson, who is sick, and that he’s waiting for her alone back home. I also felt sad for her because she went through some obstacles during her journey to town such as going under a barbed-wire fence, coming across a man and his dog and passed through some thorny bush. I was happy when she reached her destination and got the medicine that she needed for her grandson. Although at her elderly age she was still witty when she tricked the hunter and took the nickel