Sally Watson

1924 – 2022

Sally Watson was born in Seattle on January 28, 1924. She was the eldest child of five, born to William and Dorothy (nee Taft) Watson. Her childhood house was perched atop a hill in Seattle and she remembered that from her bedroom window she could look down over a mile of rooftops to Lake Washington. Though she lived and traveled in other parts of the world, she never forgot the beauty of Seattle and Bainbridge Island.

She was a month away from her 18th birthday when Pearl Harbor was attacked. In 1944, she joined the WAVES (women’s branch of the United States Naval Reserve), studying radio engineering in Astoria, Oregon. After the war, she briefly attended Colorado State College of Education and then used the GI Bill and her savings to complete her undergraduate degree at Reed College, where she discovered a love for learning and discourse and found friends and professors who were kindred spirits.

After she graduated from Reed in 1950, Sally spent some years living and working in various places on the West Coast. At one job in 1952, she helped with fan mail at MGM. She remembered seeing a very young and unpretentious Debbie Reynolds walking around the studio lot in jeans, bringing her lunch in a paper bag, but MGM was not a natural fit for Sally. She much preferred the intellectual stimulation of helping to lead Great Books discussion groups, making lifelong friends in the process. Later, she spent five years collaborating with her mother to create the innovative Listen and Learn Phonics program.

In 1953, Sally heard about a friend who published a story in a children’s magazine and decided on the spot to write a book for children. She sat on the edge of her bed with the typewriter balanced on a tiny table, completing the first draft in three weeks and the second draft in another three. Highland Rebel was the story of a spirited young girl living in Scotland in 1745 during the Jacobite rising. Unusually for a first-time author, Holt, a major publishing house, accepted her book without revision. It was published in 1954 and was highly successful. Also, unusually for a book at that time, the front cover portrayed a confident and strong girl wielding a sword. The next year, Sally published Mistress Malapert, about a girl who disguised herself as a boy in order to work with Shakespeare at the Globe. The books she wrote throughout the Fifties and Sixties always featured strong, opinionated heroines who rebelled against the restrictions placed on females by society. Sally’s first series of books, set in England and America between the 16th and 19th centuries, featured characters who were related by family. Some of the books contained a printed version of the complex genealogical chart Sally originally hand-wrote in calligraphic script. They are known as the Family Tree series.

When Sally visited the young country of Israel in 1957, she was so struck by what she observed of that valiant and determined nation creating itself that she wrote To Build a Land about children from around the world made refugees and orphans, traumatized by WWII, who learned to make a new life together on a kibbutz. She wrote two more books about Israel: Other Sandals (1966) and The Mukhtar’s Children (1968). Many years later, she reworked To Build a Land and self-published it as a book for adults called The Return of the Exiles (2014)

After she became a successful author, Sally used the proceeds from her books to travel the world with her mother and with friends, collecting memories and impressions she would

always treasure. In 1964, she moved to England, buying a cottage in Hampshire. While in England, she learned to make beautiful scenes painted with enamel on copper which she sold at craft fairs. She took up judo, becoming a black belt in her forties. She was a proud member of MENSA, happy to find others who shared her intellectual interests. She adored literary nonsense and satire, Gilbert and Sullivan, and Shakespeare, and could repeat many verses from memory. She loved classical music and was a synesthete, seeing music as shapes and colors.

Sally left England for the California sunshine, moving back to the US in 1987. She bought a little house in Santa Rosa and created a beautiful garden with fruit trees and a fish pond, making sure to include her favorite blue flowers, fulfilling the requirements to become a master gardener. She joined a local group which fed and fostered feral cats, and she cherished many rescue cats in her own household, giving them long and happy lives and lots of love.

Sally’s books had gone out of print in the Seventies and library copies were being sold at exorbitant prices. Devoted fans around the world still loved them and lobbied for them to be reprinted. In 2002, a small independent press (Image Cascade) decided to reprint almost all of her books. A special tea was held at the Sonoma County Central Library in Santa Rosa to celebrate. New fans read her books for the first time and lifelong fans were able to complete their collections. When fans created a listserv devoted to her writing, Sally herself decided to join it (learning to use email in her eighties) and loved exchanging thoughts directly with her readers.

Sally wrote many books in California, including a series set in ancient Egypt, more books in her series about English history, and two memoirs, among others. Even though she had been published by major houses, she was unable in a new publishing era to find an agent or a publisher. As a writer, she was compelled to create the books that came to her and it became clear that self-publishing was the only way to get her later books out to readers. In this unfamiliar milieu, Sally had to be her own editor, agent, and publicist. She worked meticulously, proofreading her manuscripts over and over, trying to get every detail just right. Even though she wished her books could be published traditionally, she had a glorious time writing them and getting to know her new characters. She had long been a loner, with a few select, very good friends, but in her last decades, she connected with fans and was amazed at having made so many new friends late in life.

Like the heroines of her books, Sally cared little for societal expectations. She said that from a very young age, she had no desire to marry or have children: “I wanted to have adventures!” With her books, she nurtured generations of female readers (and male readers fond of good writing and exciting escapades) who learned about courage and unlimited possibility from her indomitable characters. As she neared her 98th birthday, Sally mused often on what a wonderful life she felt she’d had. She’d done just as she liked and said her life had been “gorgeous.” As a young woman, Sally performed with a team of Highland dancers, and she recalled the glory of hearing the music while leaping high above the ground, saying it felt like flying. Freed from the infirmities of mortal life, she dances once more.

Sally died peacefully on March 11, 2022. Although she outlived most of her family and contemporaries, she leaves behind a cousin, nieces, and nephews. She is survived by her writing, her beloved cat Saffron, and by many friends who miss her dearly.

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8 replies
  1. Jenny Maxwell
    Jenny Maxwell says:

    I met Sally through Judo, when we both attended a weekend course in Brighton. Sally was quick as a whip, strong, and, as I accused her when I ended up flat on my back for the umpteenth time, cunning beyond the dreams of Machiavelli. She told me, over coffee at a local café, that she had injured her neck in a car accident, and had been told by her doctors to give up Scottish country dancing, as it was too strenuous, so she took up Judo instead. That pretty much typifies Sally’s attitude to problems. She introduced me to my fabulous agent, Lavinia Trevor (yes, we are both writers), and we exchanged information and experiences of cats – I bred Siamese, she rescued feral cats, we both loved them. We stayed in touch for rest of her life. She was my oldest and dearest friend. Sally was great.

    • Dena
      Dena says:

      Jenny – oh what a special person you were to my Aunt Sally. Her wild stories of your escapades and the joy in her face and voice when she spoke of you is priceless. Thank you for being a part of her life ♥️

  2. Kitty Muzzy
    Kitty Muzzy says:

    I was fortunate to have met Sally through my sister. Sally certainly enriched my life. I enjoyed chatting with her, visiting her garden and in particularly I enjoyed her book Sandals. Visiting California yearly Sally always greeted me with a sweet smile and a big hug.

  3. Patricia Szabo
    Patricia Szabo says:

    I will adventure every moment I have until we are reunited for eternity with all of our cats and wild critters we love so much. All of the stories you have gifted us with, your life story is the greatest, thank you for including us! Thanks for checking in on us like you promised!

  4. Jane Pritchard
    Jane Pritchard says:

    I want to acknowledge Dr Ann Kaplan, Sally’s friend of many years, who looked out for Sally and cared for Sally for the last years of her life, checking in with her multiple times daily and fulfilling Sally’s every need. She would not have lived so long had it not been for Ann and I know that Sally would want her to be acknowledged here.

  5. Angela O'Day
    Angela O'Day says:

    Sally was my neighbor and friend . We were brought together by an orange tabby known to my family as George and to Sally as Sasquatch.

    I loved her command of the English Language, gentleness toward all creatures especially cats.

    She kept a notebook containing every grammar mistake made in the Press Democrat .

    She will be missed.

  6. Susan Radovsky
    Susan Radovsky says:

    I only met Sally in person twice in my life, but we had a phone friendship that brought us very close, mind to mind. I miss being able to talk to her, but I am happy that she is continuing her journey. She had definite opinions on what would come next, what she wanted to come next. I wrote this poem for her in 2017 so she would know how I felt about her while she was still here.

    Sally is Dancing Today!

    Sally has always danced her own way.
    Since birth, she has insisted:
    I will only dance the finest steps, the highest, fleetest, sweetest
    Music of the heart, music of the heavens
    If you can keep up, come and dance with me!

    Not many could, but when they danced by, she clasped hands and never let go
    In the grand chain of the years and years dancing high and fleet and sweet
    She floated and flew on the swell of the music and the music never stopped
    It flowed into her words and stories
    It flowed into her luminescent enamel, into her flying judo, her rich gardens
    It flowed into her fierce loyalty and love for friends of all species

    Sally danced her own way
    Her feet twinkled and leapt and so did her mind
    Curious, insatiable, she explored every corner of existence
    High and fleet and sweet
    She stamped playfully, tapping impatiently at the door to the room where all the answers are kept
    And one day the door will open

    Sally will dance her own way through into the stars and the forever
    Dancing into love where all the hurts are healed and connection is eternal
    Dancing into music of indescribable sweetness
    Dancing into the longest, dreamiest, most glorious dance of all
    And those of us who remain outside the door will see the beauty of the world and beyond and smile (with tears) and say
    Sally is dancing today!

  7. Diana Morris
    Diana Morris says:

    As a bookish girl, I discovered Witch of the Glens in my school library and read the whole series in a few months. I looked her up in Contemporary Authors and sent her a fan letter. To my surprise, she responded immediately with a long letter from her italic typewriter. Sally and I corresponded through much of the 1980s, and I still cherish her letters. She was whip-smart, bold, and kind. I am all the better for having known her through those letters.


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