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Posted by Edna Pearl on October 5, 2009, 1:43 pm
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> Oh my dearies, yes there was once a wild and crazy Sunny that you
> would never imagine. That Sunny would not have been caught dead
> quilting. Or sewing. Or holding a baby and coo-gooing. I was a
> newspaper reporter and I was dead set on my career and I went lots of
> difficult, dangerous places to talk to people who would never come out
> of the swamp or out of the ghetto or off the streets so that I could
> get a story. And more than that, because I was (and still am)
> fascinated with people. I am in love with the human race. I know that
> sounds weird, but it's basically true. I want to hear everyone's
> story. I want to know what everybody has to tell me and I want to hear
> it from their own mouths. The swamp was actually (memory clicked back
> in) called Seven Devil Swamp and was somewhere down around Hamburg,
> between south Arkansas and Louisiana. I was with a man who had a story
> to tell and a photographer who I later learned was more scared than I
> was. The man was supposed to show us something specific in the swamp,
> but about an hour in he turned to us and said he just couldn't find
> the landmark and couldn't tell how to get out. He lead us in circles
> that whole day, trying to make me get hysterical. He kept egging me
> and pushing me and calling me Sweetie and Girly and Little Girl and a
> lot of other names. I stayed calm. Got interested in the swamp.
> Pointed out pictures. And as light was fading I took him by the arm
> and showed him a mark I'd dug into a tree with my pocket knife about
> two hours earlier. He laughed his head off and said "out" was "that a-
> way" and we were back at our car in less than an hour.
> And that's a tame story. I took risks that horrify me now. But I'm
> glad, because now I'm not young and my body has betrayed me and I'm
> not going anywhere anymore. Yes, Polly, once I broke away from the
> stifling mess that was my childhood, I was a wild thing. It all worked
> out. And now I have treasure beyond belief. I've got memories of
> amazing things and places and times.
> But then, weren't we all Wild Things one time?
> Sunny
> staying on dry ground these days
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> would never imagine. That Sunny would not have been caught dead
> quilting. Or sewing. Or holding a baby and coo-gooing. I was a
> newspaper reporter and I was dead set on my career and I went lots of
> difficult, dangerous places to talk to people who would never come out
> of the swamp or out of the ghetto or off the streets so that I could
> get a story. And more than that, because I was (and still am)
> fascinated with people. I am in love with the human race. I know that
> sounds weird, but it's basically true. I want to hear everyone's
> story. I want to know what everybody has to tell me and I want to hear
> it from their own mouths. The swamp was actually (memory clicked back
> in) called Seven Devil Swamp and was somewhere down around Hamburg,
> between south Arkansas and Louisiana. I was with a man who had a story
> to tell and a photographer who I later learned was more scared than I
> was. The man was supposed to show us something specific in the swamp,
> but about an hour in he turned to us and said he just couldn't find
> the landmark and couldn't tell how to get out. He lead us in circles
> that whole day, trying to make me get hysterical. He kept egging me
> and pushing me and calling me Sweetie and Girly and Little Girl and a
> lot of other names. I stayed calm. Got interested in the swamp.
> Pointed out pictures. And as light was fading I took him by the arm
> and showed him a mark I'd dug into a tree with my pocket knife about
> two hours earlier. He laughed his head off and said "out" was "that a-
> way" and we were back at our car in less than an hour.
> And that's a tame story. I took risks that horrify me now. But I'm
> glad, because now I'm not young and my body has betrayed me and I'm
> not going anywhere anymore. Yes, Polly, once I broke away from the
> stifling mess that was my childhood, I was a wild thing. It all worked
> out. And now I have treasure beyond belief. I've got memories of
> amazing things and places and times.
> But then, weren't we all Wild Things one time?
> Sunny
> staying on dry ground these days