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| Lizabeth, the tomboyish main character, narrator and protagonist, tells this story from her childhood. The leader of her group of friends, Lizabeth takes part in throwing stones at Miss Lottie's flowerbed of ]s. Miss Lottie is the town outcast, and frustrating her is a common pastime for the children of the town. In their Depression-era town, her marigolds are described as one of the only spots of amazing vibrant colors. The Marigolds and Miss Lottie seems to confuse and amuse the children at the same time. Later that evening, Lizabeth overhears her unemployed father sobbing to his wife of his frustration and anger in not being able to provide for his family. Never has she heard her father cry. Never has she considered the vulnerabilities of adults. As she wrestles with the fear and anger over their difficult situation, Lizabeth cannot sleep and, in the middle of the night, returns to Miss Lottie's flowerbed. There in the darkness she unleashes her fury on the marigolds, trampling them and uprooting them from the ground. When Ms. Lottie sees that, Lizabeth has nothing to say but stare at what a thing she has done. As her rage and sadness runs its course, she looks up to see an equally devastated Miss Lottie standing over her. She then understands the difference between childhood and maturity and one cannot have both compassion and innocence in them. It is at this moment that Lizabeth sees with the eyes of adulthood, with eyes of compassion, and she knows that the innocence of her childhood is gone forever. | |||
| Lbeth sees with the eyes of adulthood, with eyes of compassion, and she knows that the innocence of her childhood is forever gone. (By:Jason Peiser) | |||
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"Marigolds" is a short story that is written by Eugenia Collier in 1969. She reports that she wrote the story during a time in which she was quite unhappy. However, she won the Gwendolyn Brooks Prize for Fiction for it, and she now considers Marigolds her favorite piece of fiction. It has been widely anthologized and is now used in many secondary school English classes. It is an account of an incident during the adolescence of a young African-American girl, Lizabeth, growing up in rural Maryland during the Great Depression. "Marigolds" is not autobiographical; explains that her adolescence was much easier than that of the story's narrator.
Plot summary
Lizabeth, the tomboyish main character, narrator and protagonist, tells this story from her childhood. The leader of her group of friends, Lizabeth takes part in throwing stones at Miss Lottie's flowerbed of marigolds. Miss Lottie is the town outcast, and frustrating her is a common pastime for the children of the town. In their Depression-era town, her marigolds are described as one of the only spots of amazing vibrant colors. The Marigolds and Miss Lottie seems to confuse and amuse the children at the same time. Later that evening, Lizabeth overhears her unemployed father sobbing to his wife of his frustration and anger in not being able to provide for his family. Never has she heard her father cry. Never has she considered the vulnerabilities of adults. As she wrestles with the fear and anger over their difficult situation, Lizabeth cannot sleep and, in the middle of the night, returns to Miss Lottie's flowerbed. There in the darkness she unleashes her fury on the marigolds, trampling them and uprooting them from the ground. When Ms. Lottie sees that, Lizabeth has nothing to say but stare at what a thing she has done. As her rage and sadness runs its course, she looks up to see an equally devastated Miss Lottie standing over her. She then understands the difference between childhood and maturity and one cannot have both compassion and innocence in them. It is at this moment that Lizabeth sees with the eyes of adulthood, with eyes of compassion, and she knows that the innocence of her childhood is gone forever.
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