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Carol
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Labor Day came, cottages emptied. Ours stayed open. We were always late returning to school. My mother could not bear to leave. Fall was so lovely. Winter would be so long to wait to see an Oak Bluffs sky again.
We lingered for those magic days until my father wrote, as he wrote every year, “Come on home, there are no more flowers to pick.”
Then we packed our shoebox with sandwiches and left.
— Jun 25, 2023 04:03PM
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We lingered for those magic days until my father wrote, as he wrote every year, “Come on home, there are no more flowers to pick.”
Then we packed our shoebox with sandwiches and left.
Carol
is on page 171 of 254
We were always stared at. Whenever we went outside the neighborhood that knew us, we were inspected like specimens under glass. My mother prepared us. As she marched us down our front stairs, she would say what our smiles were on tiptoe to hear, “Come on, children, let’s go out and drive the white folks crazy.”
— Jun 25, 2023 03:51PM
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Carol
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My mother had often made the declaration that she was never going to die. ..,
So we just accepted it as fact that she would be the death of us instead. When her own death came first, we didn’t know what to make of it. There was a thinness in the air. There was silence where there had been sound and fury. There was no longer that beautiful and compelling voice bending us to her will against our own.
— Jun 25, 2023 03:45PM
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So we just accepted it as fact that she would be the death of us instead. When her own death came first, we didn’t know what to make of it. There was a thinness in the air. There was silence where there had been sound and fury. There was no longer that beautiful and compelling voice bending us to her will against our own.
Carol
is on page 143 of 254
There was scarcely a moment, after he flung down his books, when there wasn’t something to do. The house thronged with children and careless older people, and Miss Lily and Zeb did the thorough work of a competent staff for the salary of an underpaid cook.
— Jun 25, 2023 12:06PM
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