What we know
Zandra Miller had always hated her name.
Her father, the town lawyer, bestowed it—
thinking it sounded like Persian chandeliers.
When she was five, he had turned it exotic—
like anything not of the mountains.
After the explosion in Jenson's barn
that singed off her hair,
her father forced her to wear
sunbonnets and mob caps—
he said it was more stylish.
He stroked the new growing hair1
and those long dark nights began.
He called Doc Nancy,
the old midwife, out twice
and told them both to keep
the shame quiet.
Her kerosene evenings faded
into smudged essays long past dark
until she could hear her father snore.
Then she brushed her waist-length hair
until it crackled in her hands.
Seibel, Harriet.A History of the Colorado Springs Schools, District 11. Colorado Springs, Colorado: Century One Press, 1975.
Zion, Lettie B.Fairview: True Tales of a Country Schoolhouse. Oceano, California: Tower Press, 1981.
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A drawing of a hair brush.