My Object by Tony

My objects are the uniforms of George S. Patton; my grandfather was a close friend of his. It’s significant because my grandfather knew Patton before WWII and he fought in WWII. He was the super in Patton’s building and he had dinner with him often.

 

The object came from Patton’s wife who gave it to my grandmother. Its nothing special they aren’t his dress uniforms but they are still cool to me, and my family likes them. The object really isn’t in my house but it is in my aunts house but I’ve seen it once or twice.

 

 

I only learned about this object recently through my dad I had no idea it was in my family.

 

I look at this as a symbol of my family’s patriotism and mine.

Where I live

I live at the top of a mountain.

I have to go on a trip to get home. It’s a straight path, a climbing trail. On my way home I have the chance to prepare for what I will feel when I arrive.

The ride home builds up anticipation of my arrival.

 

When I get there, nothing exists, except freedom.

When I reach the top of the mountain on the lift or snowmobile, I see hear and feel freedom.

 

The world lies at my feet, I am at the top of the world.

The next thing I feel is on my carve away from home. The wind is crisp and clean, the trip down the mountain is exhilarating and it clears my mind.

 

I am the only one who chooses my route down the mountain. I am in control, but at the same time I have a respect for the mountain and for nature.

 

I live on the mountain; the mountain and I are one.

Top of the Mountain

I live at the top of a mountain.

I have to go on a trip to get home. It’s a straight path, a climbing trail. On my way home I have the chance to prepare for what I will feel when I arrive.

The ride home builds up anticipation of my arrival.

When I get there, nothing exists, except freedom. When I reach the top of the mountain on the lift or snowmobile, I see hear and feel freedom.

The world lies at my feet, I am at the top of the world.

 

 

The next thing I feel is on my carve away from home. The wind is crisp and clean, the trip down the mountain is exhilarating and it clears my mind.

I am the only one who chooses my route down the mountain. I am in control, but at the same time I have a respect for the mountain and for nature.

I live on the mountain; the mountain and I are one.