Not well. Very good. It depends.
The 1950s were the most stilted era I've lived through. Women were just beginning to exercise their power, which had nothing to do with getting the vote. That was only the beginning.
Added to which the men coming home from the war for the most part wanted conformity and rigid standards. War time housing was developed. So this was the era that flourished with traditional families, white appliances, TVs and the nest out in the suburbs. That for the most part was the white experience.
The minorities did not fare as well, but America was rich and flexing her muscles. Five % of the world's population controlled a much greater % of the wealth. The black population was still feeling the effects on being a minority and not sharing equally in the American dream. They did not share in life in the suburbs. In fact they were openly opposed: if they moved into the burbs, they were told in no uncertain terms they were not welcome.
Antisemitism was at a peak even after the Holocaust became generally known. Jews were not liked and were treated in many cases, very inhumanely (banned from resorts, from some schools, from some sports activities and in general as a subspecies of the human race).
Perhaps I am not correct in saying this, but the most enslaved class through out history is perhaps females. They were encourage to stay out side of the main society and be "Good Wives and Mothers." They were. But there was more to life than being Doris Day. And they began their journey into independence.
That they have a heart and they can talk they are just like woman but diffrent parts and diffrent abilities
The correct answer is C, to help her remember their friendship.
The central idea of the poem is how her mother died and took her courage with her, something her child does not have. The child states how since she is dead she took it with her to her grave which is why they said she does not need it anymore. The mother left behind a golden brooch that she wore since it would remind her child of her even when she is gone. But the child wants her courage, not her brooch.
Gravity is what holds us down to keep our balance
