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Monday September 3, 2007 // By Sandy

Selected portions from Syd's story about Sarah from 1986 and how they compare to the Sarah of today

Last week, Syd featured his story about 11-year-old Sarah in his storytelling podcast. (Download the MP3 here.) Let’s dissect, shall we?

“She was too good. She’s a great kid. Bright, intelligent.”

Check, check, check. So far, so good.

“She takes drama lessons and flute lessons.”

Bzzt. No such endeavors anymore. Not that she needs any more lessons in drama.

“Collect dolls, knits. She knitted a sweater for her mother.”

Wow, that’s a match. The doll fascination has waned, thank god, but man does she ever knit. And yes, she still knits sweaters for her mom. Please don’t make this mean she’s going to pick up the doll thing again.

“She’s like something from outer space lately.”

Like a beautiful, shimmering star? Almost always.
Like a confused, Reeses-loving alien? Once or twice.

“Take her room, for instance… it looks as if a hurricane has hit it. You could find year-old candy in the corners, but if you want to find something to wear you have to do an archeological dig through the mounds of clothes on the floor.”

Wait — I thought we’re talking about Sarah, not me. Maybe this is why she’s so empathetic to my clothes-organizing plight. She’s been there before and seen the battle firsthand.

“I used to think she’d grow up and wear her mother’s clothes. She grows up and wears mine.”

This phase has passed — permanently, I hope — but she’s close to validating the first part. There’s a tie-dyed shirt/skirt thing — it was handmade by Adrienne in the 70s — that has come perilously close to joining the wardrobe on a few occasions. Before this year, I don’t think she would have even considered it.

“I could still sit on her and pretend I didn’t see her, and then complain about how lumpy the couch was.”

Syd’s given up this trick, but I still pull it out once in a while. Usually I don’t bother with the pretending part, and just sit on her because it’s fun. I had a lot of practice, having grown up with two younger siblings. Next time I’ll try out the bit about the lumps.

“We chat about her future. Which, according to her, consists of her becoming either a psychiatrist, a writer or a history teacher,”

Can’t get much righter than that. Future Sarah ended up a social studies teacher. I’ll also give points for the ‘writer’ prediction, given Sarah’s persistence with both this and her professional blog.

“... living in Massachusetts, near the ocean and close to a large urban area,”

Technically this was true for a little while after college, but she quickly moved to Chicago, a large urban area near a lake.

“... in a farmhouse, with lots of animals,”

Not even remotely close. She does have a good friend who’s an organic farmer near Boston, but who raises only veggies, not livestock. Maybe Sarah’s waiting for retirement.

“... especially cats, and of course a horse.”

Cats: yes. Couldn’t see her without them. Horse: not so much. She does have a bicycle, though.

“She plans on having five children, all girls.”

Oh does she?

“Their names are Catherine, Jocelyn, Madeline, Megan and Rivka.”

In the times we’ve discussed possible kids’ names, we’ve listed quite a few options. Not once do I recall hearing the name Rivka. I dare say she’s grown out of this one.

Is she the same girl as she was at 11? Of course not, but the core of the personality is clearly still there. We’ll have to check back in 20 more years and see how things have progressed.

Posted by Adrienne // Sep 7, 21:50
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