ABSTRACT
With her fifteen-year-old daughter and two friends, she leave Seattle in a two-car caravan consisting of her aging Chevette and a drive-away car to be delivered to a student in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. She has traded a supervisory position in the human resources department of a local public utility for that of graduate student in anthropology. Prior to enrolling in the graduate program in anthropology at UNC, she had always been a successful student. The autumn after graduation, in the fall of 1961, she enrolled in a small, academically respectable, sectarian college. She did not enroll in a graduate program immediately after college. She felt intimidated, terrified that she was inadequate to the rigors of graduate school, and certain she had ruined my miserably alienated daughter's life. Her research interest, African people in diaspora, especially African people in the United States, was not yet fashionable in anthropology when she entered graduate school.
