In our Writing Workshop we analyzed a painting of Paul Revere and chose a character trait to describe him. I imagined that I could unfreeze the painting and speak with Mr. Revere as though I were a young silversmith apprentice visiting his shop. -Nemo
I knew as turned the cranky doorknob of the silversmith shop where I was apprenticed, the other boys would mob me with questions about what Mr. Revere was like. Before the door was open, they were on me.
“Did you see Mr. Revere? What’s he like?” they called.
I told them how I found him, sitting at his work bench, holding a piece of silver that he had just stamped. He looked up and gave me a warm smile. Despite his busy lifestyle, he was calm, and he put his hand on his chin, looking up at me with his warm, brown eyes. He seemed willing to give me all the time I needed to tell him what I had to say. He was a most congenial man and it was an honor to meet him.
“Did you see Mr. Revere? What’s he like?” they called.
I told them how I found him, sitting at his work bench, holding a piece of silver that he had just stamped. He looked up and gave me a warm smile. Despite his busy lifestyle, he was calm, and he put his hand on his chin, looking up at me with his warm, brown eyes. He seemed willing to give me all the time I needed to tell him what I had to say. He was a most congenial man and it was an honor to meet him.