by Devlin Ella (age 13)
I recently had the opportunity to travel to Cuba for a week-long adventure with my choir. We experienced a lot of the culture and sang with several Cuban choirs, which surprised me because the music truly broke down any language barrier that existed. One of my favorite things we did was visit Hemingway’s house. Ernest Hemingway is a Nobel Prize winning author, who wrote many classics. It was definitely less of a museum and more of a time capsule, where everything he owned was still there, preserved. There was a lot of taxidermy on the walls and crazy artwork that looked like it came from all around the world. There was also some sort of lizard preserved in a jar in his bathroom. Also in his bathroom, behind the door, was writing all over the walls. Apparently, at the time, he was sick and had weight problems, so the writing was his heights and weights and dates. It was really cool to see how he documented all these things during this hard time in his life. Back behind his house, his very own customized yacht is parked. He would spend long times out at sea, writing and studying fish he could find. Overall, this place is very special, especially if you love Hemingway. If you’re ever in Cuba, go see his house, a real life time machine.
Now some Ernest Hemingway history:
Ernest Miller Hemingway was born on July 21, 1899 in Oak Park, Illinois. He was a novelist, a short story writer, and a journalist.
Many of his works are considered to be classics of American literature. His most famous books being Farewell to Arms and The Old Man and the Sea which won the Pulitzer Prize in May 1952.
In October 1954, Hemingway won the Noble Prize for Literature. He did not attend the ceremony in Stockholm, but instead sent a speech out to be read;
"Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day."