I'll Fly Away: Further Testimonies from the Women of York Prison

I'll Fly Away: Further Testimonies from the Women of York Prison

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ISBN-13: 9780061626395
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/21/2008
Series: P.S. Series
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 458,756
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Wally Lamb is the author of five New York Times bestselling novels: She’s Come Undone, I Know This Much Is True, The Hour I First Believed, Wishin’ and Hopin’, and We Are Water. His first two works of fiction, She’s Come Undone and I Know This Much Is True, were both #1 New York Times bestsellers and
selections of Oprah’s Book Club. Lamb edited Couldn’t Keep It to Myself and I’ll Fly Away, two volumes of essays from students in his writing workshop at York Correctional Institution, a women’s prison in Connecticut, where he has been a volunteer facilitator for seventeen years.

Hometown:

Willimantic, Connecticut

Date of Birth:

October 17, 1950

Place of Birth:

Norwich, Connecticut

Education:

B.A. in Education, University of Connecticut, 1972; M.A. in Education, 1977; M.F.A. in Writing, Vermont College, 1984

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I'll Fly Away
Further Testimonies from the Women of York Prison

Chapter One

Florida Memories

By Bonnie Jean Foreshaw

It's Thursday morning at 6:00 A.M., and we two have just arrived at the open-air flea market, the largest in south Florida. I'm an apprentice shopper and my teacher is my Aunt Mandy. Later this morning, the market will be hot and crowded—alive with music, laughter, gossip, and bartering about the price of everything from necklaces to nectarines. But at the moment, it's cool and quiet. Our focus is fish.

"Pay close attention to the eyes of the fish," Aunt Mandy instructs as we walk from stall to stall. "If the eyes are clear, not cloudy, and the color of the skin's not fading, then the fish is fresh." Auntie's dressed for shopping in a pink sleeveless blouse, burgundy pedal pushers, Italian sandals, and a white sun visor. I'm wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and rubber flip-flops. I am tall for my age, and starting to get the kind of shape men take a second look at. My glasses take up half my face. "But you have to shop with your finger and your nose, too, not just your eyes," Auntie instructs. "Poke the fish gently near its fin. If it leaves a dent, then you don't want it. If it doesn't, it's probably part of the morning's catch. And listen to me, Jeannie. Fresh fish never smells foul."

We stop at one of the stalls where the fish are lined up, one against the other, on a bed of ice. The fish man approaches us. He's handsome—black hair, hazel eyes, tank top and cut-off jeans. "May I help you, ma'am?" I watch him take in Aunt Mandy's curves, her green eyes andhoney-colored complexion. I might as well be invisible.

"Well, maybe you can," Auntie says. "Oh, by the way, I'm Mandy and this is my niece, Jeannie. Now what's your name?"

"I'm Ricardo," the fish man says. He's sucking in his stomach, and his feet are moving up and down like he's trying to stretch his height. "It's nice to meet you, Mandy."

"Nice to meet you, too. Now tell me, Ricardo, how much you want for these five yellowtails?"

"Well, let's see. They're seventy-five cents apiece, so that's a total of . . ."

He stops to watch Auntie pass her fingers through her shoulder-length hair. It's salt-and-pepper-colored, but Mandy's still got it. "Uh, three seventy-five." "Oh," Auntie says, half-shocked and half-disappointed. "That fellow three stalls down says he's selling his yellowtails for fifty cents each. So unless we can work out a deal . . ."

The smile drops off of Mr. Ricardo's face, but Auntie's smile returns. Her gold tooth is glimmering. She shifts her weight, puts her hand on her hip.

"Mandy, it's a deal," Ricardo says. "Five yellowtails for two-fifty. That's a dollar twenty-five cut I'm giving you."

"Which I appreciate," Auntie says. "And look at it this way: you've just gained yourself a faithful customer. Now, tell me. How much you selling those red snappers for? If I can get them for the same price as the yellowtails, I'll buy some of them, too. And conch."

I stand there looking from one to the other. Auntie touches the small gold cross at her throat. She fingers her earring. I can tell Mr. Ricardo is only pretending to do the math in his head. "Okay," he finally says. "Sold."

Auntie pays for the fish and conch, thanks him, and we walk away. A few stalls down from Mr. Ricardo's, she turns to me. "Okay, now," she says. "Show me a fresh fish."

I go up and down the row, looking each fish in the eye, then pick one up by its tail. I turn it, look at its other eye, study its coloration. When I press my finger against its head, near the fin, there's no indentation. "This one."

Her look is serious. "You think this fish is fresh?"

I hesitate. "Yes."

Aunt Mandy flashes me her gold-toothed smile. "Well, Jeannie, now you know how to pick fresh fish."

I'm excited to have passed the test, but I've been wondering something. "Auntie?" I say. "I don't remember going to any other fish stalls before we went to Mr. Ricardo's."

She laughs. "You and I knew that, but Ricardo didn't. It's one of the tricks of the trade when you shop at the flea market. But bear in mind, Ricardo would rather make a sale than not sell. If he has fish left at the end of the day, that's a loss and a waste for him. So we were doing him a favor. Now, come on. Let's cross the street and I'll teach you how to pick out vegetables and fruit."

We meander among the tomatoes and squashes, the potatoes and mangoes and plums. Shopping for fresh produce is a matter of looking and smelling, but mostly of feeling, Auntie says. "Fruits and vegetables can get damaged by cold weather, the way they're packed, or how far they've traveled to get to the market. If the skin is firm, that means it's fresh. If it's loose, then it isn't. And always check for bruises."

Although I'm listening to my aunt, it's the peaches in the stall to my right that have my attention. They're big and beautiful, golden yellow with blushes of pink, and their aroma makes my mouth juice up. I'm thinking about how I might get myself one of those peaches.

"Pick us out some bananas," Auntie says. It's test number two.

My eyes pass over several bunches before I pick one up. I check each banana, one by one, then walk over to Auntie, who is examining pears. "These are nice, firm, and yellow," I say, handing her the bunch I've chosen. "Tight skin, no bruises."

She twists the bunch back and forth, then nods her approval. "Good job," she says. Smiling all over myself, I decide to seize the moment. "Auntie, may I get a few peaches?"

I'll Fly Away
Further Testimonies from the Women of York Prison
. Copyright © by Wally Lamb. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Table of Contents


In Remembrance     vii
Acknowledgments     ix
Revisions and Corrections   Wally Lamb     1
When I Was a Child...
Florida Memories   Bonnie Jean Foreshaw     13
Kidnapped!   Robin Ledbetter     19
Shhh, Don't Tell   Deborah Ranger     26
In the Mood "Savannah"     37
Tinker Bell   Brendalis Medina     39
One Saturday Morning   Chasity C. West     47
Gifts My Family Gave Me
The Captain   Kathleen Wyatt     57
A Brother's Gift   Jennifer Rich     63
The Rainbow Ring   Carmen Ramos     64
Pictures of a Daughter, Viewed in Prison   Christina MacNaughton     67
Under-Where?   Lynne M. Friend     68
Why I Write   Careen Jennings     75
Lavender and Vanilla   Kimberly Walker     77
A Gift   Robin Ledbetter     78
Broken Dolls and Marionettes
Broken Doll   Lynda Gardner     85
"No" Is Not Just a Word   Christina MacNaughton     89
Wishes   Charissa Willette     92
The Marionette   Lynne M. Friend     104
Falling   Robin Ledbetter     114
Crime and Punishment
Lost and Found   Roberta Schwartz     119
The Chase   Brendalis Medina     151
Prom Queen   Jennifer Rich     159
Down on the Farm   Kelly Donnelly     166
Big Girl Jail   Robin Ledbetter     168
Wasted Time   Lisa White     176
Serpents   Robin Ledbetter     177
The Lights Are Flickering, Again   Susan Budlong Cole     179
Just Another Death   Christina MacNaughton     182
I'll Fly Away
My Three Fates   Chasity C. West     191
Dance of the Willow   Kelly Donnelly     202
I Won't Burn Alone   Brendalis Medina     203
Seasons' Rhythms   Kelly Donnelly     211
Flight of the Bumblebee   Kathleen Wyatt     213
Reawakening Through Nature: A Prison Reflection   Barbara Parsons     215
Contributors     241
Facilitators' Biographical Statements     253

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
After reading,"Couldn't Keep it to Myself", I had to read this one. Once I started, I couldn't put it down. These ladies are unbelievability strong and couragous for allowing their stories to be printed. And Wally Lamb is a hero in my book! If you need a reality check in regards to your life, just read these ladies stories.
MommyOfMunch More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the short stories of this book. The central theme of women who come from poor backgrounds and who are victims of men is very touching. However, there is a nice mixture, such as an account of prison life written by a former lawyer. I personally really loved the stories of growing up and the women's marriages. The poem about a daughter was especially heart-wrenching for me. It was easy to forget that these stories were written by the women in prison themselves, because they are so nicely done. I enjoyed this book and would recommend it to others as well.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Short stories written by women prisoners. Each story was different yet I felt a common theme throughout many of them. Many of these women were victims of abuse or circumstances beyond their control. It makes you stop and think before judge someone too harshly.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A great insight in to real women, like any of us, affected by lifestyles many of us will never know, and an understanding on how any of us could have been in their shoes. A peek in to the lives of female prisoners and how they survive and persevere. A great project by Wally Lamb.
bhowell on LibraryThing 3 months ago
I loved this book. When I purchased it I thought that I would likely read portions of the writings of the women of York Prison but not all. I did not expect it to be a compulsive read from cover to cover and yet I could not put it down. I finished it in a day. The short stories collected in this book seem more like a novel when read together and it is an exciting read. Wally Lamb is a hero for devoting his time and energy to this project and has made a difference in the lives of many women prisoners. As he says in his introduction:"Writing began to make them wings with which to hover above the confounding maze of their lives, the better to see the patterns , the dead ends and a way out."
ladybug74 on LibraryThing 3 months ago
This book was so interesting! It was even better than Couldn't Keep It To Myself, in my opinion. It's interesting to hear about what happened to these prisoners that could have contributed to the reason that they eventually made poor decisions and ended up in prison.
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A collection of short stories written by women that have been to the depths of despair and survived. A stark contrast to my life living here in 'care-bear' land. Made me want to read more from these gifted women.
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