Published January 20, 2018 by rochellewisoff

This week Pegman takes us to Haiti’s neighbor, the Dominican Republic, in the central Caribbean. Feel free to use the crazy capture I posted, or find your own photo sphere anywhere within the country’s borders.

Your assignment is to produce 150 words (or less) inspired by this week’s location. Will it be fiction? Essay? Poetry? The only limit is your imagination. After you’ve polished your piece, you can share it with other participants at the link up:

I’m back after being MIA last week and probably will be a few more times. However, when I saw Dominican Republic in my inbox I was hooked. 

Genre: Memoir

Word Count: 150


                There’s a special place in my heart for the Dominican Republic. However, not in the way one might think. I’ve never played on the sandy beaches of Santo Domingo nor lounged under its palm trees beside the Caribbean Sea.

            From 1964-65 I was in 6th grade. Our teacher, Mrs. Humo, assigned each student a country to study for the entire school year. This included keeping track of current events.

            Those lucky ducks given Laos and Vietnam, as you might imagine, had much to report and clipped tons of newspaper articles. Not so for the hapless girl assigned the República Dominicana.

            I diligently studied, drew detailed maps and combed the Kansas City Star for any news of my tiny tropical island. Nada.

            The following spring, after I’d moved on to the trials of junior high, revolution broke out. The Dominican Republic headlined the news. What? They couldn’t have revolted last year?

48 comments on “HOMEWORK

  • That’s funny. We had an international pot luck as part of our world studies. I had England (lucky duck) and my brother had Ecuador. For the pot luck, dad insisted on helping me make steak and kidney pie and my brother make blue corn gruel. The pie smelled like a skid row alley because the kidneys were still full of urine. Also, there wasn’t blue corn available, so they used food coloring in yellow corn meal and came up with leprechaun green mush. So much for world cuisine!

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  • It brings to mind a The Wizard of Id cartoon I saw years ago where someone yells, “The peasants are revolting.” and he replies, “You can say that again!” It’s unfair sometimes, isn’t it. you do an assignment or project and struggle. A week later what you needed just pops up and you’re like, “Aaaargh!!!”

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  • Haha. Crazy stuff. I have this high school flash backs all of a sudden as well when a word or a random phrase takes me back. I am glad they revolted a year later, which is how we got this funny story😂

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  • When I was in about 4th to 6th grades at my school we weren’t encouraged to read newspapers but just read what was in the textbooks. The newspapers were probably full of the Korean War. I remember reading about and seeing a picture of terraced rice paddies in China. It was so different from anything I had known it impressed me. I also remember in the early 40’s the National Geographic copies my parents possessed had a lot of pictures of the islands as it was during WWII. I couldn’t read yet but the pictures were pretty with all the palm trees and beaches. Good writing as always, Rochelle 🙂 — Suzanne

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  • I love the thought you were scanning the headlines for a year, only for revolution to break out the year after – you must have been so miffed! Can you still remember any facts and figures about the DR? Crops, population, GDP? As you say, funny how these things stay with us.

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  • I remember doing homework like that, though I don’t remember it being very interesting. I think part of it (as you hint at) was being to young to properly understand things like politics. When I was in the later years of middle school I started reading about the Israeli/Palestinian conflict which was breaking out again at the time, and I felt I had a better grasp of the topic than the stuff I read when I was younger.

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    • Dear JM

      By the time I was in junior high, everything was about Vietnam. I learned more about politics then than I ever wanted to know. 😉 Thanks for coming by and taking the time to comment. This is why I love these blog challenges.



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