Category Archives: Sarah’s memoir
Being 13 on Martha’s Vineyard
By Sarah White I wrote this in response to the writing prompt, “Who I was at Age _____.” It is August of 1969, I am 13, and I have come to Martha’s Vineyard to babysit my 10-year-old cousin Alice. Alice’s mother Jane … Continue reading
Flowering
By Sarah White In the early Fall of 1968 the recruiters came to Carmel Junior High from the big seed corn companies. They arrived to sign us up for social security cards so we could work for them next summer … Continue reading
The Hippies of Carmel
By Sarah White This essay takes up where “The Gangs of Carmel” left off… From Wikipedia: Hippie action in the Haight centered around the Diggers, a guerrilla street theatre group that combined spontaneous street theatre, anarchistic action, and art happenings … Continue reading
“My Words Are Gonna Linger”
In February 2009 the Association of Personal Historians published an anthology of members’ work, to celebrate the full range of life story writing its members pursue. The idea for My Words Are Gonna Linger was conceived while former APH President Jeanne Archer … Continue reading
The Gangs of Carmel, circa 1968
By Sarah White I began attending Carmel Junior High in September 1968, and turned 12 the next month. Difficult things to be, a twelve-year-old, a seventh-grader. In so many ways I was still a child, even though I had become … Continue reading
All in a Day’s Work or My Life with the Italian Rotary Club
By Sarah White * * * I am taking a break from posting my childhood memoir essays to bring you this postcard from Italy, in recognition of the 20th anniversary of my travel with Rotary International’s Group Study Exchange program. … Continue reading
My Last Fight
By Sarah White (One thing you need to know–My parents called me Betsy, a nickname for my middle name Elisabeth, when I was growing up. I didn’t become Sarah White until I left for college.) In the fall of 1968 … Continue reading
Racial Tension, Indianapolis 1968
By Sarah White This memory is only a snapshot, a minute of film with the details gone fuzzy but the composition and the action intact. I’m struggling to figure out what it means, why it seems important to write it … Continue reading
Book review: A Week at the Airport
By happy coincidence, I had Alain de Botton’s A Week at the Airport on my reading stand at the same time April Manning posted on her blog a fantastic musing on how she loves the airport. I love airports too. My ears … Continue reading
The Mother Trip
By Sarah White The spring I was 10 – 1967 – my mother went to England for two weeks. Before she left she attempted to train me to take over her job as mother. Instead she made me a feminist. At that … Continue reading
True Stories Well Told 