1. They are responsible for caring for there husband.
2. as mothers, they were liable for producing and guiding the next generation of Puritan children.
<span>There option was to teach people the religion.</span>
Answer:
In Freak the Mighty, I did learn that Max's mom was killed.
Explanation:
As it turns out, Iggy is a friend of Max's father, Killer Kenny Kane, who is soon to be released from prison. For, it is not long afterwards that Marx finds a large hand on his face one night, and he is kidnapped. Back at the tenements, Kane ties up Max, who learns that the police are looking for his father. While he is gone, Loretta comes to untie Max, but Kenny returns too soon. He begins to strangle Loretta, and Max tries to stop him, even though he knows "no one can stop him." Unable to get Killer Kane to stop, Max screams out,
"I saw you kill Mom...I saw you do it! You killed her and I’ll never forget, not ever!"
Max was four and his father killed Annie, his wife, in the same manner that he tries to murder Loretto. After hearing Max, Kenny tries to then choke Max until little Freak comes and shoots from a squirt gun, vinegar and curry into Kenny's eyes.
Answer:
Death is one of the foremost themes in Dickinson’s poetry. No two poems have exactly the same understanding of death, however. Death is sometimes gentle, sometimes menacing, sometimes simply inevitable. In “I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –,” Dickinson investigates the physical process of dying. In “Because I could not stop for Death –,“ she personifies death, and presents the process of dying as simply the realization that there is eternal life.
In “Behind Me dips – Eternity,” death is the normal state, life is but an interruption. In “My life had stood – a Loaded Gun –,” the existence of death allows for the existence of life. In “Some – Work for Immortality –,” death is the moment where the speaker can cash their check of good behavior for their eternal rewards. All of these varied pictures of death, however, do not truly contradict each other. Death is the ultimate unknowable, and so Dickinson circles around it, painting portraits of each of its many facets, as a way to come as close to knowing it as she can.
