American Studies.

Week Twenty-Nine

Monday, April 8, 2024 6:49 AM



Monday

Synthesis Essay Review (Rewrite due Friday)

The Great Depression Webquest

Begin active viewing of The Grapes of Wrath

Homework - Webquest due tomorrow. 




Tuesday


The Great Depression Through Film and Song






Unwelcome Guest- Woody Guthrie

To the rich man's bright lodges 

I ride in this wind 

On my good horse, I call you 

My shiny black Bess 


To the playhouse of fortune 

To take the bright silver 

And gold you have taken 

From somebody else 


And as we go riding 

In the damp foggy midnight 

You snort, my good pony 

And you give me your best 


For you know and I know 

Good horse 'mongst the rich ones 

How oftimes we go there 

An unwelcome guest 


I never took food 

From the widows and orphans 

And never a hardworking man I oppressed 


So take your pace easy 

For home soon like lightning 

We soon will be riding 

My shiny black Bess 


No fat rich man's pony 

Can ever overtake you 

And there's not a rider 

From the east to the west 


Could hold you a light 

In this dark mist and midnight 

When the potbellied thieves 

Chase the unwelcome guest 


I don't know, good horse 

As we trot in this dark here 

That robbing the rich 

Is for worse or for best 


They take it by stealing 

And lying and gambling 

And I take it my way 

My shiny Black Bess 


I treat horses good 

And I'm friendly to strangers 

I ride and your running 

Makes my guns talk the best 


And the rangers and deputies 

Are hired by the rich man 

To catch me and hang me 

My shining black Bess 


Yes, they'll catch me napping one day 

And they'll kill me 

And then I'll be gone 

But that won't be my end 


For my guns and my saddle 

Will always be filled 

By unwelcome travelers 

And other brave men 


And they'll take the money 

And spread it out equal 

Just like the Bible 

And the prophets suggest 


But men that go riding 

To help these poor workers 

The rich will cut down 

Like an unwelcome guest


Escapism - The West


“It should not be denied. . . that being footloose has always exhilarated us. it is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led west.”

--Wallace Stegner 


“But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she's going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can't stand it. I been there before.” - Huckleberry Finn


California - The Land of Milk and Honey







The original expression, "a land flowing with milk and honey", is a reference in the Hebrew Bible to the agricultural abundance of the Land of Israel. The first reference appears in the book of Exodus during Moses' vision of the burning bush.


Do Re Mi
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie


Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day,
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line.
'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.

You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm,
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea.
Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are,
Better take this little tip from me.
'Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say:

If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.



Goin’ Down the Road Feeling Bad - Woody Guthrie/Grateful Dead

Goin' down the road feelin' bad.

Goin' down the road feelin' bad.

Goin' down the road feelin' bad.

I don't want to be treated this away.


Goin' where the climate suits my clothes.

Goin' where the climate suits my clothes.

Goin' where the climate suits my clothes.

I don't want to be treated this away.


Goin' down the road feelin' bad.

Goin' down the road feelin' bad.

Goin' down the road feelin' bad.

I don't want to be treated this away.


Goin' where the water tastes like wine.

Goin' where the water tastes like wine.

Goin' where the water tastes like wine.

I don't want to be treated this away.


Goin' down the road feelin' bad.

Goin' down the road feelin' bad.

Goin' down the road feelin' bad.

I don't want to be treated this away.


Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow.

Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow.

Goin' where those chilly winds don't blow.

I don't want to be treated this away.



Promised Land - Chuck Berry/Grateful Dead

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind.

Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh, and on across Caroline.


Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, and we never was a minute late.

We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.


Had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, half way 'cross Alabam,

the 'hound broke down left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham.


Straight off bought me a through train ticket, right across Mississippi clean

And I was on the midnight flyer out of Birmingham

Smoking into New Orleans.


Somebody help me get out of Louisiana

Just help me get to Houston town.

People are there who care a little 'bout me

And they won't let the poor boy down.


Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hands,

And I woke up high over Albuquerque

On a jet to the promised land.


Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte,

Flying over to the Golden State;

When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes

We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.


Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy

Taxi to the terminal zone;

Cut your engines, cool your wings,

And let me make it to the telephone.


Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,

Tidewater four ten on nine

Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'

And the poor boy's on the line.


Homework -Study.


Wednesday


Art of the New Deal


Homework- Study for the test!


Thursday 


Grapes of Wrath Film and Song Analysis


Homework- Finish revision of American Dream synthesis essay.


Friday 


Rhetorical Analysis of FDR’s First Inaugural Address


Homework- Read pages 704-717 in the textbook.