1/26/12
Isaiah T. Silkwood
Writing Strands Level # 7, Lesson # 6, Situation # 3
What Makes It What It Is:
A Market for Bees
(Excerpt from the journal of Richard Canterhaven)
It is Tuesday morning, July 7th 1770. People are beginning their congregation on N. Kings Way . These people are not the swarm of bees that will come thickly through to snatch up nectar later on today. These people are the stems of the flowers that support this meadow that is King’s Way Street Market. They are carefully arranging the petals of their flowers. That is, the appearance of their booth that they purchased earlier this year. They are hoping that their decorations and colors will appeal to any passing bees and draw them in to sample the nectar that is their hard wrought merchandise.
I too am a stem. Though I am a smaller offshoot of the main stem my master Marice Vaughn. I am his apprentice. I have been growing under his shadow for 2 years now. If I might say modestly I have become a very good shoemaker. It is good that I am telling this to my journal. For if my mother was to find me upholding my own work like this, she would give me a stern scolding. “Do the best that you can and let others praise your work,” she would say. I am sure there is a great deal of wisdom in her words. She was the best embroiderer in all of Philadelphia , or so some have said. I am 19 now. Though I could say a great deal of good about my father, the freshness of his passing is still too great. Mother insists that we will see him again, in heaven…