Boy did I hate hearing her sing in there when she knew I was waiting on her.
When Alice Walker was eight years old, she lost sight of one eye when one of her older brothers shot her with a BB gun by accident. In high school, Alice Walker was valedictorian of her class, and that achievement, coupled with a "rehabilitation scholarship" made it possible for her to go to Spelman, a college for black women in Atlanta, Georgia.
After spending two years at Spelman, she transferred to Sarah Lawrence College in New York, and during her junior year traveled to Africa as an exchange student.
She received her bachelor of arts degree from Sarah Lawrence College in She also has received the Townsend Prize and a Lyndhurst Prize. When the Other Dancer is the Self It is a bright summer day in My father, a fat, funny man with beautiful eyes and a subversive wit, is trying to decide which of his eight children he will take with him to the county fair.
My mother, of course, will not go. She is knocked out from getting most of us ready: I hold my neck stiff against the pressure of her knuckles as she hastily completes the braiding and the ribboning of my hair.
My father is the driver for the rich old white lady up the road. Her name is Miss Mey.
She owns all the land for miles around, as well as the house in which we live. All I remember about her is that she once offered to pay my mother thirty-five cents for cleaning her house, raking up piles of her magnolia leaves, and washing her family's clothes, and that my mother--she of no money, eight children, and a chronic earache-- refused it.
But I do not think of this in I am two-and-a-half years old. I want to go everywhere my daddy goes. I am excited at the prospect of riding in a car. Someone has told me fairs are fun.
That there is room in the car for only three of us doesn't faze me at all. Whirling happily in my starchy frock, showing off my biscuit-polished patent-leather shoes and lavender socks, tossing my head in a way that makes my ribbons bounce, I stand, hands on hips, before my father.
Does not surprise me that I thoroughly enjoy the fair. At home that night I tell the unlucky ones all I can remember about the merry-go-round, the man who eats live chickens, and the teddy bears, until they say: Shut up now, and go to sleep.
It is Easter Sunday, I am dressed in a green, flocked, scallopedhem dress handmade by my adoring sister, Ruth that has its own smooth satin petticoat and tiny hot-pink roses tucked into each scallop.
My shoes, new T-strap patent leather, again highly biscuit-polished. I am six years old and have learned one of the longest Easter speeches to be heard that day, totally unlike the speech I said when I was two: People in the church stop rustling their new crinolines.
They seem to hold their breath. I can tell they admire my dress, but it is my spirit, bordering on sassiness womanishnessthey secretly applaud.
Naturally I say my speech without stammer or pause, unlike those who stutter, stammer, or, worst of all, forget. This is before the word "beautiful" exists in people's vocabulary, but "Oh, isn't she the cutest thing!
It was great fun being cute. But then, one day, it ended.News Corp is a network of leading companies in the worlds of diversified media, news, education, and information services.
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