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Into the woods to the east of us, about a mile through pine and oaks so big and old their arms have grown to rest in the dirt, there is a pasture full of grazing cows. A wooden and barbed-wire fence rims the pasture. In the middle sits a big brown barn, and next to it, a small white house with a high sloped tin roof and small windows. White people live there. (64)

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Into the woods to the east of us, about a mile through pine and oaks so big and old their arms have grown to rest in the dirt, there is a pasture full of grazing cows. A wooden and barbed-wire fence rims the pasture. In the middle sits a big brown barn, and next to it, a small white house with a high sloped tin roof and small windows. White people live there. (64)

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When I can breathe, I leave the stall to splash cold water on my face, but my eyes still look red, my eyelids swollen in the funhouse mirror. And then I think that Manny saw me, and that he turned away from me, from what I carry, pulling his burnt gold face from my hands, and then I am crying again for what I have been, for what I am, and for what I will be, again. (147)

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When I can breathe, I leave the stall to splash cold water on my face, but my eyes still look red, my eyelids swollen in the funhouse mirror. And then I think that Manny saw me, and that he turned away from me, from what I carry, pulling his burnt gold face from my hands, and then I am crying again for what I have been, for what I am, and for what I will be, again. (147)

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The blood on Daddy’s shirt is the same color as the pulpy puppy in China’s mouth. China flings it away from her. It thuds on the tin and slides. Randall comes running. Big Henry kneels with Daddy in the dirt, where what was Daddy’s middle, ring, and pinkie finger on his left hand are sheared off clean as fallen tree trunks. The meat of his fingers is red and wet as China’s lips. (129-130). 

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The blood on Daddy’s shirt is the same color as the pulpy puppy in China’s mouth. China flings it away from her. It thuds on the tin and slides. Randall comes running. Big Henry kneels with Daddy in the dirt, where what was Daddy’s middle, ring, and pinkie finger on his left hand are sheared off clean as fallen tree trunks. The meat of his fingers is red and wet as China’s lips. (129-130). 

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Canned goods was the only kind of groceries Daddy knew how to make, so we were never short on Vienna sausages and potted meat. We ate Top Ramen every day: soupy, added hot dogs, drained the juice so it was spicy pasta; dry, it tasted like crackers. The last time we’d had a bad storm hit head-on, Mama was alive; after the storm, she’d barbecued all the meat left in the silent freezer so it wouldn’t spoil, and Skeetah ate so many hot sausage links he got sick. Randall and I had fought over the last pork chop, and Mama had pulled us apart while Daddy laughed about it, saying: She can hold her own. Told you she was going to be a little scrappy scrawny thing—built just like you. (6). Bloomsbury Publishing. Kindle Edition. 

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Canned goods was the only kind of groceries Daddy knew how to make, so we were never short on Vienna sausages and potted meat. We ate Top Ramen every day: soupy, added hot dogs, drained the juice so it was spicy pasta; dry, it tasted like crackers. The last time we’d had a bad storm hit head-on, Mama was alive; after the storm, she’d barbecued all the meat left in the silent freezer so it wouldn’t spoil, and Skeetah ate so many hot sausage links he got sick. Randall and I had fought over the last pork chop, and Mama had pulled us apart while Daddy laughed about it, saying: She can hold her own. Told you she was going to be a little scrappy scrawny thing—built just like you. (6). Bloomsbury Publishing. Kindle Edition. 

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When Esch explains her actions of splashing the water on her face, she not only paints a picture of what she is doing, but how it effects her mentally, and it transitions into her speaking about how she looks swollen. This directly has to do with how she views herself, and makes her cry. Therefor, this part of the passage is small, but has a big impact on Esch’ emotional state.

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In the quote when it’s says “A wooden barbed-wire fences rims the pasture” shows how good the imagery is and how we can see it and it gives a great image in our head.

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barbed-wire fence: this keeps the cows in and others out. It's a symbol of the division in society, how Esch and her family are not welcomed by the white community in the area.

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barbed-wire fence: this keeps the cows in and others out. It's a symbol of the division in society, how Esch and her family are not welcomed by the white community in the area.

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The description of Daddy's fingers being chopped off like tree trunks being chopped down puts an image in our heads that creates a horrifying image.

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The canned foods and top ramen highlights the real struggle and puts an image in our heads. Also, I'm pretty sure most of us can relate eating that most of our lives.

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The food that were talked about creates the watery taste in the readers mouth. Most people have ate those foods. It highlights also the struggle for food. 

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The food that were talked about creates the watery taste in the readers mouth. Most people have ate those foods. It highlights also the struggle for food. 

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nate

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The description of all the foods shows that they did not wasted the food and they appreciated the little things in their lives

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I think this passage is very descriptive with all the food they have. It shows that that their dad cannot cook so they have to buy ready to make foods. It shows the struggle that they are going through.