Anna+and+Nina-+Calpurnia

February 19, 1933  I am not sure if it's just me or not, but it seems like this week has been the first time that daily routine has been broken in a while. Scout's been growing up. She sure is one crazed child, but a proper young lady is blossoming from her insides without her even knowing it. Little Scout sure does hate being called a girl, or a lady, or anything feminine, but that's the only thing I've got to call her now. She's let up on beating them boys up at school, because Atticus has told her no more fighting. There was doubt in her little promise to him, but I think she'll resist. Come to think of it, that boy Jem sure has been stirring up a storm lately, too. It's from the changes he'll be going through soon. I know he'll turn right back into the gentleman he is as soon as he gets through this stage in his life. He's also been down about how all his friends at the schoolyard get to play football and mess around with their daddies. He don't understand Atticus just ain't young enough for all that business. When the children saw him shoot that mad dog down on the street yesterday, their little eyes just got as big as they could be. They never knew their ol' pop was good for anything! Ah, that little Jem just found a diamond in that pile of coal named Atticus. They keep begging for Mr. Finch to tell his story and give them some lessons on shooting, but he just won't do it. He's got a feeling of keeping it a secret, because he has never once come clean and talked to anyone about it, especially them kids. The way Mr. Finch handled that gun, oh Lord, any boy in Bama would wanna do the same! He's sure got something no trial or judge can ever take away from him. Heck, not even Robin Hood coulda beat the man!  Well, this week's brought me a batch of mixed feelings.I love seeing them little Finches run around and play, but it's bittersweet. I been having to sew on length to Jem's pants; Lord have mercy his legs are growing fast! And Scout's been tearing up her dresses since Miss Alexandra's been making her wear them too often. Poor little girl, she's been robbed of herself. It's just not like her to be in ribbons and curls and those pretty little lace trimmed socks. Miss Alexandra sure has made her mark on this household. I even heard her over in the kitchen…she don't even want me in this house anymore. Good ol' Atticus stood up to her for my sake, though. Such a good man, bless his heart.  Times up for me, and I gotta get to work before I get kicked out of my own house for not doing my job. Oh, gracious, can't I have any more time for myself? Ain't anybody else gonna do work? Guess I'll just have to cross my fingers and wish for the best to come pretty soon.  Yours truly, Cal

**C** ounts imposed beliefs as alibis; everyone should form their own opinion according to their own intellect **A** ll angles and bones **L** et her tyrannical side show when necessary **P** art of the Finch family, in their hearts **U** nderstands she is shaded…with patience and strength **R** eady for a moment of change <span style="color: #008080; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">**N** <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">egotiates in the gap of her two worlds, but subconsciously shows how different the societies are <span style="color: #008080; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">**I** <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">nternal cries flood her heart, but she is still breathing steadily <span style="color: #008080; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">**A** <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">ctions speak louder than words; she is dedicated to integrating the racist town

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"> I am... <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">I am a hardworkin' woman and a motherly figure <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">I wonder how it would be without the Finch's in my life <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">I hear the voice of small children calling to me <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">I see a wonderful family growing right 'fore my eyes <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">I want nothing more but to take care of the Finch's and be there help <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">I am a motherly figure who these children need a hardworkin' woman

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">I pretend that everything will be okay when I worry <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">I feel the love from the family I work for <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">I touch the hearts of some people <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">I worry about the dangers around that could happen in Maycomb <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">I cry for someday, when racism will be gone forever <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">I am a hardworkin' woman and a motherly figure

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">I understand that there are some people that hate me for my color <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">I say important words to Scout about bein' a lady <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">I dream for all fear to be gone <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">I try my best at the Finch's home <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">I hope for Tom Robinson and his family that they will stay strong <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">I am a hardworkin' woman and a motherly figure

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Calpurnia watching over Scout and Jem outside on their front porch. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">

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