BL0G #3: LiESEL, DEATH, COLORS, MELINDA, AND GRAY

  

    My blog is on Liesel and Death. Liesel is the main character in "The Book Theif", and Death is narrating the whole story. Liesel is a young lady who lost her brother and mother and lives with a foster family on Himmel street. She wants to learn how to read but doesn't know who to ask.

    Death is very busy at this point in history but notices Liesel, notices her colors, and

notices her want to learn. Death sees and vacations in colors, every time he's seen Liesel he reflects it in colors. The first time black, then white, and red. He See's the color of the sky, and relates it to the event which in Liesel's case was her brothers' death.

    This stuck out to me, I thought it was very ironic that Death sees' in colors(of the sky). When i have a bad event in my life I usually also relate it to the color of the sky that day, or the color of a shirt I was wearing when an event happens. For example when I was nine I got my first pair of roller blades not skates but "Big girl" blades.... That's what I called them, I put them on and started skating all around the house. Then I fell on the lawn mower and broke my tail bone, that day was red. I remember because I also got a new shirt that day and can you guess what color it was? I'll give you a hint it rhymes with head..... Yep Red.
    I think the reason I picked this topic for my blog was because I think I'm a little like Death he's doing the job he has to. No one else will and even tho it's not the most admirable job it's his job he really can't take a vacation so he vacations in color. Color is neither bad nor good, color has no actual emotion it just associates with it. Color does not judge its everywhere in everything. It also has no emotion yet is always know to be emotional.

Melvin Ivie

    BLACK, GRAY:  My colors, I've seen many colors used them in many ways and used to always associate it with a day, emotion, or event. I stopped thinking in colors and using them as kind of a way to get away. My experience started early morning April, 2007. My Grandfather became very ill (Liver Cancer). Black that day was black, my grandpa was very sick I woke up and he was gone so I started my routine got ready for school. I was outside waiting for my bus and I said to myself "today is a black day". I said this because it seemed the sky was black just around my house. Something told me there was a problem like "Deja Vou" I skipped school and went to my grandparents, thats when I got news that not only did my grandfather, my hero, my motivation,and my only real love in this colorful world had the C word (Cancer), but he couldn't undergo Kemo he was just to sick.

     Gray, this color means so much more to me than black, when the sky was black my papa as I called him was still able to look up at the sky in wonder. Gray though gray triggers sadness, anger, loneliness, isolation and so much more. On April 24th 2007 just three weeks after we got the bad news, I cut my third period art class to go outside and smoke a cigarette I noticed the entire sky was gray and not the kind of Gray that invites rain or bad weather. It was the kind of gray that can change a life. I knew what had happened the weekend before this gray sky I asked "papa" what his favorite color was (even tho all my life I knew it was Red), he said Gray and I asked "why gray, gray isn't really even a color"? He said because when the day is gray the sky is gray and eyes are gray, you my be very sad but soon you realize that I will no longer be looking up in the sky, I'll be part of that sky. My grandfather Melvin Leroy Ivie, passed away April 24, 2007 at 10AM. The day was gray, the feeling was gray, but most important that one part of a bright blue sky was gray.

Mygrandfather and I

      So now maybe you can see why I picked such a diverse topic because any one can write about the sky and day being gray, but how many of us can say they lived that gray day and woke up tomorrow to see a new canvas of bright blues, pinks, and oranges. How many people can actually say they lived a gray day? I believe I did and I believe my grandfather does......