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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

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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

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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

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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

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The Carmel Sale

The opening of Carmel’s Center for the Performing Arts this weekend prompts me to post this essay I wrote in Spring 2010, in response to an assignment I gave my Oregon class: “Hometown Events.” The face of fundraising in Carmel … Continue reading

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“I Ain’t Marchin’ Anymore”

By Sarah White I thought I’d follow on Dan Schuette’s “Invasion” post about the U.W. Campus 1967 with a memory of what I was doing about that same time. I wrote this in response to an assignment I gave my … Continue reading

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My Earliest Branching Point

In my writing workshops I encourage memoirists to focus on life’s branching points. These are the events that leave your life forever changed. A branching point may come about by choice or by chance; it may seem terrible at the … Continue reading

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