Cannery

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A. Stimulate Your Senses:

What is this place? What is available in this place? How can you get it?

Who is in the photo? What is that person doing? How do you know?

Where is this place? When was the photo taken?

When does it appear this photo is taken? Now? in the Past? How do you know?

This picture was taken just after the cannery opened in Eureka in 1898. There is a sense of pride in operating this cannery and providing food for the people of the town. Eugene Dickinson runs the cannery with an iron fist and a warm heart. Respected in the town, his children and family work hard to provide for each other. He is looking toward his workers, who are also his family, as if saying how proud he is of them while the rest of the workers are looking ahead toward the camera. The attire of the women in skirts, men in vests and hats, and the kids in knickerbockers show signs that the time was in the very late 1800's. (ISWP)


B. Change:

What's changed? What's still the same? What replaced this scene and why?


C. Imagine You Are There:

Write a letter about how your day was when this picture was taken.

Today was an exciting day. Not only did Papa said I did a good job of helping, but we also got our photo taken. I was very interested in the town photographer's equipment and how he hid his head beneath the black blanket. I wanted to see what was under there, but Papa said I had to be good and stay out of the way. I stood right in front with my big brother Jacob Allen Dickinson. I wanted to stand just like him, so I put my hands by my sides like he did. Then he got mad at me. He didn't want me to look like him, so he had to put his hands in his pockets just to be different. What a poop. I hope Mama doesn't see this. She doesn't like when I talk like that. I wonder how I look in the photo. It really was exciting. Papa was glad that he had the cannery opened and ready to go. It has been one week, and I helped Henry with the lids today. He said I was his little helper. I like Henry. Mama spent the day making sandwiches for all of my uncles, cousins, and brother working at the cannery. I snuck in and stole a half a sandwich. I am a growing boy, so Mama said it was okay. Jacob isn't all bad after all. Besides, he helped me write this letter to myself. Now I will always remember the day our photo was taken. Thanks, brother. Always, Jonathon George Reese Dickinson. (ISWP)