Week 32–Final Draft, Business Letter, and Sandra Cisneros

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Pioneering Latina Writer

Sandra Cisneros paints her historical house purple and it is front page news!


She says:

My life is such a telenovela! One day I painted my house tejano colors; the next day, my house is in all the news, cars swarming by, families having their photos taken in front of my purple casita as if it were the Alamo. The neighbors put up an iced-tea stand and made 10 dollars!

All this happened because I chose to live where I do.  I live in San Antonio because I’m not a minority here. I live in the King William neighborhood because I love old houses. Since my neighborhood is historic, certain code restrictions apply. Any house alteration plans must be approved by the Historic Design and Review Committee. This is to preserve the neighborhood’s historic character, and that’s fine by me.

Because I thought I had permission, I gave the go-ahead to have my house painted colors I considered regional — but as it turns out, they hadn’t been approved. However, I was given the chance to prove them historically appropriate. So I did my research, and what I found is this: We don’t exist.

My history is made up of a community whose homes were so poor and unimportant as to be considered unworthy of historic preservation. No famous architect designed the houses of the tejanos, and there are no books in the San Antonio Conservation Society library about houses of the working-class community, no photos romanticizing their poverty, no ladies’ auxiliary working toward preserving their presence. Their homes are gone; their history is invisible. The few historic homes that survived have access cut off by freeways because city planners did not judge them important.

Our history is in the neighborhoods like the famous Laredito barrio, heart of the old tejano community and just a block from City Hall; it proved so “historically valuable,” it was demolished and converted into a jail, parking lot and downtown police station, with only the casa of tejano statesman Jose Angel Navarro as evidence Laredito was ever there.
Our past is present only in churches or missions glorifying a Spanish colonial past. But I’m not talking about the Spaniards here. My question is, where is the visual record of the tejanos?

The issue is bigger than my house. The issue is about historical inclusion. I want to paint my house a traditional color. But I don’t think it unreasonable to include the traditions of los tejanos who had a great deal to do with creating the city of San Antonio we know today. (genconnection.com)

“My Lucy Friend Who Smells Like Corn”

Lucy Anguiano, Texas girl who smells like corn, like Frito Bandito chips, like tortillas, something

like that warm smell of nixtamal or bread the way her head smells when she’s leaning close to

you over a paper cut-out doll or on the porch when we are squatting over marbles trading the

pretty crystal that leaves a blue star on your hand for that giant cat-eye with a grasshopper

green spiral in the center like the juice of bugs on the windshield when you drive to the border,

like the yellow blood of butterflies.

Have you ever eated dog food? I have. After crunching like ice, she opens her big mouth prove

it, only a pink tongue rolling around in there like a blind worm, and Janey looking in because

she said, Show me. But me I like that Lucy, corn-smell hair and aqua flip-flops just like mine that

we bought at the K-mart for only 79 cents same time.

I’m going to sit in the sun, don’t care if it’s a million trillion degrees outside, so my skin can get

so dark it’s blue where it bends like Lucy’s. Her whole family like that. Eyes like knife slits. Lucy

and her sisters. Norma, Margarita, Ofelia, Herminia, Nancy, Olivia, Cheli, y la Amber Sue. Screen

door with no screen. BANG! Little black dog biting his fur. Fat couch on the porch. Some of the

windows painted blue, some pink because her daddy got tired that day or forgot. Mama in the

kitchen feeding clothes into the wringer washer and clothes rolling out all stiff and twisted and

flat like paper. Lucy got her arm stuck once and had to yell Maaa! and her mama had to put the

machine in reverse and then her hand rolled back, the finger black and later, her nail fell off.

But did your arm get flat like the clothes? What happened to your arm? Did they have to pump

it with air? No, only the finger, and she didn’t cry neither.

Lean across the porch rail and pin the pink sock of the baby Amber Sue on top of Cheli’s

flowered T-shirt, and the blue jeans of la Ofelia over the inside seam of Olivia’s blouse, over the

flannel nightgown of Margarita so it don’t stretch out, and then you take the work shirts of

their daddy and hang them upside down like this, and this way all the clothes don’t get so

wrinkled and take up less space and you don’t waste pins. The girls all wear each other’s

clothes, except Olivia, who is stingy. There ain’t no boys here. Only girls and one father who is

never home hardly and one mother who says, Ay! I’m real tired and so many sisters there’s no

time to count them.

I’m sitting in the sun even though it’s the hottest part of the day, the part that makes the

streets dizzy, when the heat makes a little hat on the top of your head and bakes the dust and

weed grass and sweat up good, all steamy and smelling like sweet corn.

I want to rub heads and sleep in a bed with little sisters, some at the top and some at the feets.

I think it would be fun to sleep with sisters you could yell at one at a time or all together,

instead of alone on the fold-out chair in the living room.

When I get home Abuelita will say, Didn’t I tell you? and I’ll get it because I was supposed to

wear this dress again tomorrow. But first I’m going to jump off an old mattress in the

Anguiano yard. I’m going to scratch your mosquito bites, Lucy, so they’ll itch you, then put

Mercurochrome smiley faces on them. We’re going to trade shoes and wear them on our

hands. We’re going to walk over to Janey Ortiz’s house and say, We’re never ever going to be

your friend again forever! We’re going to run home backwards and we’re going to run home

frontwards, look twice under the house where the rats hide and I’ll stick one foot in there

because you dared me, sky so blue and heaven inside those white clouds. I’m going to peel a

scab from my knee and eat it, sneeze on the cat, give you three M & M’s I’ve been saving for

you since yesterday, comb your hair with my fingers and braid it into teeny-tiny braids real

pretty. We’re going to wave to a lady we don’t know on the bus. Hello! I’m going to somersault

on the rail of the front porch even though my chones show. And cut paper dolls we draw

ourselves, and color in their clothes with crayons, my arm around your neck.

And when we look at each other, our arms gummy from an orange Popsicle we split, we could

be sisters, right? We could be, you and me waiting for our teeths to fall and money. You

laughing something into my ear that tickles, and me going Ha Ha Ha Ha. Her and me, my Lucy

friend who smells like corn.

-Sandra Cisneros, Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories, 1991

Now, onto business. By business, I mean the business letter 🙂

If you need more help, please go to the Purdue Online Writing Lab

  • Be consice. Don’t give them a 5 page essay. Stick to the main point and some reasons and important facts.
  • Address your essay to a logical recipient. Don’t send an essay about body image to Pastor David. Don’t send an essay about doctor assisted suicide to Jordan Pate.
  • Make sure that you have correct formatting
  • Bring a stamped envelope so we can mail it after I grade it

The Oral Presentation

  • Dress professionally
  • Bring a visual aide
  • Feel free to use note cards (you may not read off your essay)
  • Speak clearly and seriously for 3-5 minutes (don’t be too funny, this is a formal presentation not the improv)
  • Present your facts and move your audience towards your persuasive goal–make us agree with you and take action!

The Final Draft

You should be pretty close to finished now.

  • Read the essay OUT LOUD to your parents and LISTEN to their feedback
  • Have one of your parents proofread your essay for mechanical errors
  • Make sure your Works Cited page is perfect
  • Check your MLA format
  • Ask yourself, are you persuading your reader? Or just spewing facts?

Everything is Due May 8 🙂


26 thoughts on “Week 32–Final Draft, Business Letter, and Sandra Cisneros

  1. ~ I’m praying for you all that God will use you in powerful ways with your essays! Your voice can literally change the world. ~ God will use you in powerful ways!

  2. I can’t believe she used Justin Bieber! Now I know how to send a proper letter to Brooklyn Beckham 😀

  3. Does our works cited page have to be in MLA format as well? (I know Kayleys going to respond to me before anyone).

        1. Your welcome! ~ 😀 “So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” (1 Corinthians 10:31) “…All glory belongs to God through all the ages of eternity. Amen.” (1 Corinthians 1:5)

    1. This would be a huge political issue. You should send it to a senator. “Even as the court case unfolds, attempts to legalize assisted suicide continue in California. Two Democratic senators, Bill Monning, D-San Luis Obispo, and Lois Wolk, D-Davis, introduced a bill last month modeled after Oregon’s law, and committee hearings are expected soon.” http://www.mercurynews.com/crime-courts/ci_27533437/doctor-assisted-suicide-california-ban-challenged-court

      I just mailed a letter to Senator Monning last week.

      He needs to hear from you about this!!!

    1. That’s fine. Mine did too. Then here’s what you do:
      1) Make a header for the second page with the number 2 in Roman Numerals (II) at the top.
      2) Click “Different First Page”. Make sure there’s no number at the top of the first page. There should be a number at the top of the second page only. And remember: ROMAN NUMERALS.

  4. Hi Mrs. Brandi, could you send me a link to a good video on how to write a works cited page in MLA? I tried looking it up but none of them did it step by step or go over how to do online articles.

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