Marigolds: A Letter to the author.

Dear Eugenia Collier
   I'm writing you about your short story Marigolds. In the story you give a vivid image of the
hometown of your youth and how the only thing you can remember is- dust. You were fourteen-going-on-fifteen and it  was during the great depression. I'm actually surprised at how much trouble you and your brother, Joey, have got into. Like when you were throwing rocks and stones at Ms. Lotties Marigolds. When your father lost his job it seems like everything took a turn for the worst. I feel like you kind of over reacted, because even though he lost his job, he still found a way to support your family. It wasn't the best way, but still he found a way to make it work. During the depression, finding a job wasn't as easy as losing one. So I feel you overreacted when you tore up Ms. Lottie's Marigolds. The way you made it seem, was like you destroyed the only beautiful thing you had in your hometown.