So here’s one that changed me.<\/p>\n
Found in an old filing cabinet at my department, my name on a list of students to be admitted to the archives program, in 1989. Using the Debby with a “Y” form I liked back then. I was a little miffed that I’m #10 on the list, but we’re in rough alphabetical order at least up to about #14, so I don’t think order on the list has any qualitative value. I spent the next almost two years in classes with the people on the list, or most of them anyhow. It’d be interesting to see how many are still archivists – or were ever archivists. I’m sure the Google & LinkedIn can tell me – and the SAA membership<\/a> directory. Cynthia Knight had an endowed position at the WI Historical Society for awhile. I myself don’t literally work in archives anymore, but I teach archival topics. <\/p>\n I don’t remember all the people on this list; I think some of them might not have done the program, after being offered admission. There were 7 of us who completed the full three course series.<\/p>\n Here’s another:<\/p>\n I started reading Gourmet<\/i> magazine when I was about 9. My mother subscribed. In the winter, I’d get up before everyone else. My parents had one of those 1960s pole lamps with a little table attached and it was in front of a heat vent. I’d go sit under the table, by the heat, with my mother’s Gourmets<\/i> and read until my dad came down. It was my first experience of food writing that’s not only about food. <\/p>\n I still remember an essay about drying tangerine sections on the radiator, so the skin got crisp and insides still juicy. It’s by M.F.K. Fisher, Borderland<\/em>, and quite voluptuous, in a way my 9-year-old self didn’t really understand but I think was drawn to.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.debslunch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/archive-admission.jpg\")
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