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Sometime after our unsuccessful stint with chocolate bar sales, my sister and I decided to go door to door collecting non-perishable pantry items for a Thanksgiving drive our school was sponsoring.  It was another little school rally that convinced us to participate: boys were pitted against girls.  Our attention was weekly directed to the growing […]

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The Solicitors’ Song and Dance

 

In 1987, when I was an eighth-grade transplant to America and knew nothing of fundraisers or soliciting, our small Christian school held an assembly that captured my attention. A white-haired man, whom I’ll call Don Reagan,* stood in front of the student body and held up a candy bar that he introduced as “World’s Finest Chocolate.” I realized that World’s Finest was actually the brand name, a boast that made me question the quality of the product.  He talked of selling the candy, “cases” of it, demonstrating the range of marvelous prizes we could earn.  Even one case would get us over the prize-winning threshold. The way Don Reagan talked about it, selling sounded easy. He gave several suggestions for how one could make the sale, even role-playing a scene on a public bus going home from school.  But I didn’t need any more convincing–I was in. I would go to the office after school to pick up my cases of chocolate and would soon be enjoying my prizes.

“Cases,” I soon found out, were long, weighty boxes emitting thick cocoa scents.  These could be split apart in the middle to make a kind of tote with handles. With the cardboard broken open along the dotted lines, I noted the stacks of bars–there were thirty-six of them, to be precise.  I was still convinced that I would make quick work of dispensing the product and collecting the cash. Then I would show up for the promised rewards. The individual bars, each silver-wrapped with white sleeve, red letters emblazoning the claim of global supremacy, were a dollar each. They smelled good and, although perhaps not quite living up to their name, had a flavor of rich, nutty chocolate.

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When we moved to Montana, we enrolled our Kindergartener and second grader in the K-8 school five miles down the road from our house. For various reasons, our girls were younger than their classmates, and even just a few months can make a difference developmentally. The teachers let us know that–the Kindergarten teacher would make […]

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Once upon a time, there were three sisters. Now, each of these sisters was gifted in her own way, and all would grow into lovely, independent, powerful women. Their mother and father loved them, each as they were and for what they were becoming. The mother decreed, with the full backing of the father, that […]

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Fifty five years ago today, my idyllic life as an only child came to an end and I began the rest of my life as a sibling. We were living in Mubi, in the British Cameroons which was, at the time, administered as a United Nations Trust Territory. In a few short months, a plebiscite […]

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Just 8am, and it was already such a terrible day.      There’s a short-tempered streak that runs rampant through the Irish side of my family and my sister and I had both suffered simultaneous flare-ups the moment we awoke.   Too much “togetherness” in close quarters will do that to us.   We’d traveled to Denver […]

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