Writing by candle, sleeping porch, summer

May 15, 2009 at 10:17 am (Childhood, Gorgeous Writing, Literary spaces) (, )

sleeping_porch“That summer Chrys slept on a cot on a little screened porch at the back of her grandmother’s house.  It was all her own place and nobody disturbed her. A big honey locust tree, full of white, scented blossoms, hung over the sleeping porch and let moonlight come seeping through the leaves onto her face as she slept. Under her bed Chrys kept a shoe box with some of her very personal and secret treasures, like the diary Cordy had given her on her birthday and the letter from Mr. Banks that had come from far-off Wisconsin where he was spending the summer with his family, and the ring shaped like a snake with a green stone eye that she had found on the way home from town one day. There were a spelling tablet and a well-sharpened stub of a pencil in the shoe box too. The spelling tablet was no longer used for such tiresome business as spelling. In it Chrys had written three poems, one about trees and one about kittens and one about falling snow. She had never shown the poems to any person in the world, not even to Cordy. She did not know if they were good or not, but they were hers, her own, and she was not ready to share them with anybody.

candle“Before she undressed, Chrys lighted a stub of a candle that sat in a saucer on the orange crate beside her bed. She sat on the bed and read over her three poems, and then she began to write on a fresh page of the spelling tablet. ”

From Louly, by Carol Ryrie Brink

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3 Comments

  1. Kathleen said,

    Maureen,

    I always hear your voice in my head when I read your entries. But by the time I was done reading this exquisite excerpt from Louly, I realized I was definitely hearing Haven Kimmel’s voice reading it. With the precision that she read Iodine on tape. For those of you who know Haven’s voice, her cadence … imagine it with me now. “She had never shown the poems to any person in the world, not even to Cordy. She did not know if they were good or not, but they were hers, her own, and she was not ready to share them with anybody.”

    Thanks for providing us with this honey locust tree, this sleeping porch, this treasure box, this tablet and pencil stub, this Chrys-alis.

  2. Linda said,

    A lovely remembrance, Mo. It takes me back to summer vacations at Rye Beach- the little cabins had a screened in porch just like the one in your photo. Us kids would sit on the bed on the porch at night and smell the salty air, watch the lightning bugs in the cool air, and drink hot cocoa out of plastic mugs. We waited all year for those two weeks. In the busy of my day to day now I forget those things. Thanks for bringing the memory back as my family gathers this weekend for Emma’s graduation.

  3. Maureen said,

    Linda – Glad you were able to reminisce. Your summers at Rye Beach sound magical.
    I am vicariously proud of Emma. Enjoy!!

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