After a brief moment our uncle could see that something was wrong, and feeling unable to cope, he called Momma from the kitchen. Bailey had finished his chores and was already behind the stove with Mark Twain. It had only been a few years since and were assassinated. However, his face was the most striking feature of all. In short, they have a common humanity. The title was, of course, taken from I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings. These experiences, including being reunited with both parents and establishing relationships with them, made for events that Maya could reflect on later on in life in this volume.
She had anticipated some trouble when she determined to speak to him and so had taken the precaution to slip a little. She was stimulating instead of intimidating. Maya seems to like all the strangeness of San Francisco, though, and she feels at home. Women greedily clutched the babes on their laps while on the porch the shufflings and smiles, flirtings and pinching of a few minutes before were gone. I just told him which chapters to skip.
He was sitting in his chair, sharpening his mean instruments and putting extra sting into his medicines. Suddenly the girl stopped dancing. But Miss Glory wouldn t let me say a thing against her mistress. While in California, Maya experienced highs and lows as well as Jim Crow rearing its ugly head, the low point of which was living in a car in a junk yard for a month. And then later on you'll come to me again, or when I think you are ready, I'll raise it myself. All he had to do was keep the food coming in and she kept the affection flowing. Louise was a lonely girl, although she had plenty of playmates and was a ready partner for any ring game in the schoolyard.
I had taken to smiling more often, and my jaws hurt from the unaccustomed activity. Miss Glory, who was a descen- dant of slaves that had worked for the Cullinans, told me her history. Parents who could afford it had ordered new shoes and ready-made clothes for themselves from Sears and Roebuck or Montgomery Ward. Poetic and powerful, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings will touch hearts and change minds for as long as people read. I realized how foolish I was being before I reached the pond. Her pace quickened and I heard a melody of personal memories, powerful anecdotes and fiery statements of indignation.
I admire some of her poetry. Momma was preparing our evening meal and Uncle Willie leaned on the door sill. I let myself be convinced and then the mark began to drag the Northern whites. Signs with arrows around the barbecue pit pointed men, women, children toward fading lanes, grown over since last year. The weeks until graduation were filled with heady activi- ties.
They finally reach home, and Dolores and Daddy Bailey have an argument; she says she wants to marry him, but dislikes Maya and doesn't want her around. Daddy Bailey visited occasionally, bringing shopping bags of fruit. They have to cope with extremes in moral codes. I had never been to a doctor, so she told me that after the bath which would make my mouth feel better I had to put on freshly starched and ironed underclothes from inside out. Pushing and bunting about the family warmth of our pot-bellied stove. I would have to watch her carefully to capture the essence of her loneliness and pain.
I could say the preamble to the Con- stitution even faster than Bailey. Maya comes back, feeling much older, and begins to lose interest in a lot of things. At first the news that Mrs. But it was a shared if seldom voiced knowl- edge that all movements fitted, and worked according to a larger plan. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
He was glad to be here and to see the work going on just as it was in the other schools. A story went the rounds about a San Franciscan white matron who refused to sit beside a Negro civilian on the streetcar, even after he made room for her on the seat. Louis, Missouri, was an American poet, memoirist, actress and an important figure in the American Civil Rights Movement. The book drew me in at the very beginning because of the talent Angelou has with language, scenery, and loading the moment with emotion. I found later that Daddy Bailey had told her that his children were eight and nine years old and cute as buttons. He was the strongest man in the world. The memory of the grim ceremony had been so real to me that I was surprised to look up and see Momma and Uncle Willie eating by the stove.