Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT June 2nd 2023

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For this session we took a close look at “Tar Beach” by Faith Ringgold, posted below.

Our prompt was: Write about what you will always remember.

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“Tar Beach” by Faith Ringgold

Credit: Faith Ringgold (1996.) New York: Penguin Random House

I will always remember when the stars fell down  around me and lifted me up above the George Washington Bridge
 
I could see our tiny roof top with Mommy and Daddy and Mr. and Mrs. Honey, our next door neighbors, still playing cards
as if nothing was going on, and Be Be, my baby brother, laying real still on the mattress, just like I told him to, his eyes like huge floodlights tracking me through the 
sky.
 
Sleeping on Tar Beach was magical. Laying on the roof in the night with starts and skyscraper buildings all around me made me feel rich, like I owned all that I could see. The bridge was my most prized possession.
 
Daddy said the George Washington Bridge was the longest and most beautiful bridge in the world and that it opened in 1931 on the very day I was born. Daddy worked on the bridge, hoisting cables. Since then, I’ve wanted that bridge to be mine.
 
Now I have claimed it all. All I had to do was fly over it for it to be mine forever. I can wear it like a giant diamond necklace, or just fly over it and marvel at its sparkling beauty. I can fly, yes, fly. Me, Cassie Louise Lightfoot, only eight years old and in the third grade and I can fly.

That means I am free to go wherever I want to for the 
rest of my life.
     Daddy took me to see the new union building he is
working on. He can walk on steel girders high up in the
sky and not fall. They call him The Cat.
 
But still he can’t join the union because Grandpa wasn’t a member. Well Daddy is going to own the building cause I’m gonna fly over it and give it to him. Then it won’t matter that he’s not in their ole union or whether he’s colored or a half breed Indian like they say.
 
He’ll be rich and won’t have to stand on 24 story high girders and look down. He can look up at his building going up. And Mommy won’t cry all winter when Daddy goes to look for work and doesn’t come home. And Mommy can laugh and sleep late like Mrs. Honey and we can have ice cream every night for dessert.
 
Next I’m going to fly over the ice cream factory just to 
make sure we do.
      Tonight we’re going up to Tar Beach. Mommy is roasting peanuts and frying chicken and Daddy will bring home a watermelon. Mr. and Mrs. Honey will the beer and their old green card table. And then the stars will fall around me and I will fly to the union building.
 
I’ll take Be Be with me. He has threatened to tell Mommy and Daddy if I leave him behind.  
    I have told him it’s very easy, anyone can fly. All
you need is somewhere to go that you can’t get to any other way.  The next thing you know, you’ll be flying among the stars.

7 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT June 2nd 2023

  1. Michele348's avatar Michele348

    About what I will always remember~~~

    I remember growing up on my grandfather’s farm in upstate New York.
    The grass was lush and green there, the flowers and bumblebees abound, and a sweet smell always moved through the air.
    There were always places to explore… behind the old barn with tall grass, I remember an old, gruff woodchuck standing up on its hind legs and who scared me out of my shoes.
    I remember crossing our country road to the strawberry patch and stuffing sweet berries into my mouth until the red juice dripped down my chin.

    Memories that warm my spirit and I revisit them often.
    Love, security, warm hugs about my body.

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  2. Katie O'Grady's avatar Katie O'Grady

    Hometown Holes

    I will always remember Nanaimo,
    “Nana Imo”, seven potatoes,
    As my high school Japanese teacher would say.

    Little did I know then my future sister-in-law would be Japanese,
    And give the family two beautiful half-Japanese babies,
    While I lost all my Japanese when I flew East

    I will always remember the West Coast of Canada
    Big billowing waves, ocean views from all angles, beach access
    For all people – we were poor but living in a beach house.

    I will always remember sucking on salty post-swim locks and sand in my shoes,
    The kindness of neighbors and the growing up knowing,
    Knowing a place in every crevice and repeated detail.

    Even knowing the inner workings of people’s lives,
    Friends’ lives, strangers’ lives, it did not matter.
    It was knowing, truly belonging.

    Except I always felt like an outsider…
    I was always itching to leave.
    It was a box with the most expansive ocean view,

    A panorama of the Pacific,
    Growing up hearing, “The next body of land is Japan, y’a know?”
    The wind and waves rippled with long-time anticipation.

    Of hitting our island.
    I will always remember my island,
    But only recently did those memories become fond.

    I am no longer afraid of being a pigeon in a hole.
    Maybe I have abandoned the project of proving myself,
    Prove I escaped that small hometown feel.

    Because truly belonging is knowing there’s no escaping.
    Since it is me.
    That project was only denial, of that part of me.

    Only replacing stars with big city lights,
    And rhythms of waves with swirling cream in café coffee mugs
    And big old-growth trees with skyscrapers draped in my own false sense of self-importance.

    A total fool, thinking I was better than my memories.
    Sometimes I regret leaving deep-rooted support,
    And the kind of knowing that I used to know.

    But I will always remember how it used to be,
    Always remember that small island town is a part of me,
    Living on in the sea of my constantly unfolding memory.

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  3. Elizabeth's avatar Elizabeth

    I will always remember
    Those vivid memories that have been imprinted in my psyche.
    The good and the bad,
    The ugly and the beautiful,
    They are all part of me.
    They are all mine
    To hold on to or toss.
    Of course, I would want to keep the pleasing ones,
    But why would I want to throw any of them away?
    Even the difficult ones helped me learn and grow
    To become the woman I am today.

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    • michele348's avatar michele348

      We are a composite of all our life experiences. As you said, for good or for bad, they have all given us knowledge and a sense of awareness of ourselves.

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