Handful feels discouraged, without faith to can be free, like if nothing worth it for her, or like if she doesn't really want to have wings and runaway as Mauma tell her always that story.
Sarah changes a lot in her personality, she is right with a double personality, one inside her and the other one is outside he.
Inside her feels like is empty and sickened like if she has some kinda of mental disorder. And the outside always ties to be fine, tries to seems like if she is fine and nothing is happening around her mind.
Sarah now starts to feel awful about the slavery and feel really sad about what her family I've done, so she feels like if she have to save and protect every slave in the Grimke house starting with Handful and Mauma and the other five slaves there.
It was September, and I still hadn't laid eyes on the man Mauma had told me about, the lucky free black who won the money to buy his freedom. He had a carpenter shop out back of his house, and I knew every time she was let out for hire or sent to the market without me, she was dallying with him. One, two times a week, she came back smelling like wood shavings, the back of her dress saw-dusted (Page 116).
Handful stepped backward and her mouth parted. Behind her, the wondrous copper tub sat in the middle of the room, filled with water. Vapor was lifting off the surface, turning the ar rheumy. The audacity of what she'd done took my breath. If Mother discovered this, the consequences would be swift and dire.
I moved quickly inside and closed the door, my instinct even now to protect her. She made no attempt to cover herself (page 114).
Handful is more unsecured from everybody, that's normal in her because she is a slave and everybody can treat her badly so for me that's the reason why she feel unsecured for everybody, but one notorious change from the first part to the second part is she start to feel unsafe even from Mauma, she doesn't believe in her of all. another change is that she feel danger all the time, no matter in witch places she is or with who is she. Handful feels always afraid.
The only way I was getting away from Missus was drop dead, get sold, or find the hid-place Mauma had gone. some days I mooned over the money Mauma'd saved- it never had turned up. If I could find that fortune. I could try and buy my freedom from missus like we'd planned on. Least I'd have chance-a horse piss of a chance, but it would be enough to keep me going.
Six years gone. I rolled over on the bed, my face to the window. I said, "Mauma. what happened to you" (Page 154-155).
Sarah now have willpower to be in the Quarker family, she knows that she is not n Charleston anymore and exist a lot of changes (such as the snow), Sarah now have more empathy. Since Rebecca died, she takes care of Becky and tries to make Israel happy again.
Sarah always try to make everybody happy no matter if Catherine is there with her.
One notorious change in Sarah is that she always dreamed in have a husband and marriage but now she can´t because she kept strong with her belief in God. She never going to give up with her plans with the church for more than she has to sacrifice the only opportunity of marriage and become happy again. Sarah would not give up again.
When I finally set her feet in the basin, I asked, "What happened to your teeth?"
"They fell out one day" she said.
Sky made a sound like hmmmf. She said, "More like they got knocked out."
"You don´t need to be talking, you tell too many tales," Mauma told her.
The truth was Sky would tell more tales than Mauma ever knew. Before the week was out, she´d tell me how Mauma set loose mischief on the plantation every chance she got. The more they whipped Mauma, the more holes she´d cut in the rice sacks. She broke things, stole things, hid things. Buried the threshing sickles in the woods, chopped down fences, one time set fire to the overseer´s privy house. Over the corner, Sky would not let go of the story about Mauma´s teeth.
"It happen the second time we run. The oversser say, if she do it again, she be easy to spot with her teeth gone. HE took a hammer-"
"Hush up!" Mauma cried.
I squatted down and stared her in the eyes. "Don´t you spare me. I´ve seen my share. I know what the world is." (Page 271).
Handful for first time miss Mauma but with a feeling really strong this time because she doesn't see her for six years and meanwhile she starts to go to the meetings of Denmark Vesey with the lieutenants. She feels her and she changes her way to see the world now that Mauma is gone and technically she doesn't have anybody to tell her that everything is going to be fine. She starts to notice that needs of the company of good people like slaves.
When Mauma get back after more than six years, Handful does not feel very happy but she feels like if she comeback in the time when she was eleven years old. With the worn and old appearance of Mauma, Handful is now aching sadness for her but this time she knows how to control that sadness and this time Handful helps Mauma with everything to make her feel better.
I'd never seen a trace of jewelry on Catherine or on Becky's older sister, but in Charleston lockets were as common on little girls as hair barrettes.
"I don't want it anymore," she said. "I want you to wear it."
"...Me? Oh Becky, I couldn't wear your locket." "Why?" She raised up, her eyes clouding over again.
"Because... it's yours. It has your name on it, not mine."
"But you can wear it for now. Just for now."
She gave me a look of such pleading, I took it from her. "...I´ll wear it once, if makes you happy. But only once." (Page 217).
While they talked, mauma came to my mind, and the picture I had of her was washed-out like the red on a quilt after it's boiled too many times. It'd got sometimes where I couldn't remember how her face looked, where the ridges had been on her fingers from working the needle, or what she smelled like at the end of the day. Whenever this happened, I'd go out to the spirit tree. That's where I felt mauma the sharpest, in the leaves and bark and dropping acorns.
Over the last several years. it seemed my entire life had been possessed of swings between asceticism and indulgence. I'd banished society in the aftermath of Burke Williams, yes, but I'd been a chronic backslider, succumbing every season to some party or ball, which had left me empty and sickened, which had then sent me crawling back to God. Nina had often found me on my knees, weeping as I prayed, begging forgiveness, engaged in one of my excruciating bouts of self-contempt. "Why must you be like this?" (Page 158).
All evenings, I´d picture how it would be, the moment when the words clotted on my tongue and the women in New York shifted in their chairs and stared at their laps.
"You stood in Meetings and poke," Nina said. "You didn´t let your stutter stop you from trying to become a minister."
I stared at the black plank of rafter over my head and felt the truth and logic of that, and it came to me that what I feared most was not speaking. That fear was old and tired. What I feared was the immensity of it all-a female abolition agent traveling the country with a national mandate. I wanted to say, Who am I to do this, a woman? But that voice was not mine.It was Father´s voice. It was Thomas´. It belonged to Israel, to Catherine, and to Mother. It belonged to the church in Charleston and the Quarkers in Philadelphia. It would not, if could help it, belong to me.
Is interesting think how in the first three parts Mauma always take care of Handful, protecting Handful and telling her that everything is going to be fine (witch it was clearly not true). And now Handful always take care of Mauma in part six, Handful protected Mauma until her dead.
Last month, Israel proposed marriage, declaring himself at long last. You"ll be surprised to learn I turned him down. He did not want me to go on with my plans for the ministry at least not as his wife. How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.
You should have seen him. he couldn´t accept that a faded looking woman in middl age would choose aloneness over him. Respectable, handsome Israel. When I delivered my answer, he asked if I felt ill,if I was myself. He explained the gravity of my mistake. He said I should consider. He insisted I speak with the elders. As if those men could ever know my heart (Page 293).
Sarah now release what happened to her, all this time she only defend herself by letters and documents until this part six, but actually she never speak in public thanks to her problem of stuttering. And in that moment she knows that she never tough in herself until she knows that she is going to New York for the abolition spreads.
I did not look to see if little missus was near, I hurried out the back door. Fast as I could, fast as the earth would pass beneath me.
"Mauma?"
She lifted her face. the light had gone from her eyes. there was only the black wick now.
I eased down beside her. "Mauma?"
"It´s all right. I come to get my spirit to take with me." Her voice sounded far off inside her. "I´m tired , Handful."
I tried not to be scared. "I´ll take care of you. Don´t worry, we´ll get you some rest."
She smilled the saddest smile, letting me know she´d get her rest (Page 303).
Missus took a lavender ribbon from the top of the pie safe and circled it round my neck, tying a bow, while Aunt sister peeled the black off my cheeks with her rag. Missus wound more ribbon round my waist. When I tugged, she told me in a sharp way, "Stop that fidgeting, Hetty! Be still."
Missus had done the ribbon too snug at my throat. It felt like I couldn't swallow. I searched for Aunt Sister's eyes, but they were glued on the food trays. I wanted to tell her, GET ME FREE OF THIS, HELP ME, I NEED THE PRIVY. I always had something smart to say, but my voice had run down my throat like a kitchen house (page 13).
Handful wants to be free with Mauma and can live like as a free girl like the history that Mauma toll her.
she gets more smart, she always knows what to say, but inside her still been afraid from Missus. she thinks that probably Mauma or even Aunt sister can protect her but the reality is that anybody can protect her from this awful history.
Sarah doesn't really want to be part of the real world yet, she always been in her bedroom showing that she is still afraid from her parents, the only one who can understand her is Thomas but inside her still want to be part of the real world, she want to be like a queen and have husband and children, and live a normal life without slaves.
Soon to be twelve , I was on the cusp of maidenhood, and I wanted to marry-truly, I did-but such numbers petrified me. Coming, as they did, so soon after my books being taken away, quite soured me on the female life (page 77).