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The illustration. Even at age 10 I was aware of the juxtaposition of scarcity and abundance. Perhaps this is the theme of my life. Seems that way. I didn’t get around to coloring this one in with pen.

Here is Sadie and the other “sweepers”, standing in line with their brooms. The kindly matron (I worked hard on her dress, I can tell) stands in front of them.

The funniest thing is that I actually had conversations over the weekend with Jean and with Beth about the adventures of poor little Sadie (the heroine of my novel that I wrote at the age of 10). Jean said at … Continue reading →

Here is my representation of Sadie and Stanislaus, brother and sister, having a heated argument about traditional gender roles in 1922 Poland. Sheila, relax. Go outside and play. Seriously. You’re 12.

Let’s move on. Sadie has had to drop out of school because of … Poland’s “high rates”. Yeah, that’s it. CHAPTER THREE. A CHANGE OF PACE, continued The next day, Sadie did not return to school. When she woke up, … Continue reading →

Okay, this is hysterical. I drew an illustration of Sadie and Ruth sitting on the rock during recess. Mkay? I worked hard on their outfits and on their different hair. BUT. Why this is so hysterical is that in the … Continue reading →

Let’s move on with our sad sad story. The Pulaski family had a nice dinner of …. lettuce …. but now Sadie must drop out of school due to …. the “high rates” Poland was so notorious for. THREE. A … Continue reading →

I’m really piling on the misery here. TWO. TERRIBLE NEWS Sadie ran up the stairs, her heavy oxfords echoing in the dingy halls, and flung open the door to her flat. She had the lettuce hid behind her back. On … Continue reading →

A good if downtrodden young Polish girl strolls home school through the bitter streets of Warsaw. If only Poland’s “rates weren’t so high”! I had no idea what I was talking about, but that didn’t stop me. Never has, never … Continue reading →

I remember almost none of this. We will discover it as we go. ONE. Sadie Sadie Pulaski, a small girl of thirteen, drummed her fingers on her stout wooden desk. Her teacher, Mr. Balicki, was droning on and on about … Continue reading →