The Names: A Memoir by N. Scott Momaday, Response

“Some of my earliest memories are of the storms, the hot rain lashing down and lighting running on the sky and the storm cellar into which my mother and I descended so many times when I was very young.”
“Across the years I see my mother reading there on the low, narrow bench, the lamplight flicking on her face and on the earthen walls’ I smell the dank odor of that room, and hear the great weather raging at the door.”
I really like these two phase because it’s really detail and descriptive. When I was reading it I can actually see his mother reading on the bench and the lamplight flicking on her face even though I don’t know how her mother look like. And how he describe how the weather was like in the first phase. Also back in the second phase when he wrote about the room and how it smelt and how bad the weather was. It kind of reminded me when it was storming outside, but some how it wasn’t dark. But more sunny. The wind was strong and it seem as if there was a tornado coming. But my mom didn’t care, she sat right next to the window knitting like there was no storm at all.