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Wednesday, June 4, 2025
"Nellie And The Mayor's Hat" by Charlotte Baker, A Fine Old Children's Book From 1947
Wednesday, May 31, 2023
Reflections On Reading "Accordion Crimes" by E. Annie Proulx
E. Annie Proulx, or Annie Proulx as she is sometimes known, is one of America's best known and most successful authors. She is the author of the short story on which the movie "Broke Back Mountain" was based and won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and the National Book Award for her novel "The Shipping News" in 1994. This is actually the third of her works which I have read and yet I have not yet written about any of them on this blog which is an unjustifiable error. At times, she is a wonderful writer and her prose can flow smoothly, interestingly, and in a manner which consistently draws the reader deeper into her works. But, in my opinion, at times her work falls measurably short of her best. I like this book as much or better than either of her others which I have read. But I have to admit that I enjoyed the earlier reads enough to go back for another dip in this one. Perhaps part of that higher level of pleasure on my part comes from the fact that, as a child in grade school in Knott County Kentucky, I was exposed on a monthly basis to live gospel accordion music from Alma Heibert, of the two "Bible Women" who were allowed to visit each small, rural grade school in the county on a monthly basis as a part of their missionary work with Camp Nathaniel in the county. As always when I mention my experience with these two women and that fact that missionaries were allowed to visit public schools in the county, I am morally and ethically bound to state that the fact that they were allowed to do so in public schools was a clear cut violation of the Separation of Church and State and never should have been allowed to happen. But, yes, I do have fond memories of having known those women and of accordion music.
The main character in this novel is not a person but an accordion, hand made by a native of an Italian native who emigrated to the United State with the instrument he had made and eventually sold it. The human characters come and go in the novel as the accordion passes from hand to hand, being used by members of different ethnicities to play the particular music of each culture as the instrument passes along its life. The accordion is variously owned and played by Mexican Americans, African Americans, Polish Americans, Irish Americans, and other members of other cultures. Along the way during the story, Proulx weaves in a great deal of historical and musical information about accordions, their instrumental relatives, and many of the cultures which are historically connected to accordion music. along the way, the instrument is loved, played, admired, and sometimes abandoned much as a human character might have been. It is an interesting and unique method of constructing a novel and, I believe, is some of Proulx's best work. In my opinion, the language and written structure of the novel is more skillful than that in either "The Shipping News" or "That Old Ace In The Hole" both of which I have also read and will, perhaps, also write about on this blog. The accordion becomes a living, breathing character in the book. It is more than just a musical instrument. It is a delivery vehicle which deposits musical and cultural history at the reader's doorstep. It becomes the glue which brings all the other characters, cultures, and histories together. And those histories are both documentations of cultures and of people, families, and individual and shared lives. It is a book well worth reading, especially if the reader is not familiar with the work of Proulx it is a fine place to begin a relationship with the author and her work.
Tuesday, June 7, 2022
Take A Real Vacation--Go Somewhere You've Never Been
At about this time of year in the area of Eastern Kentucky in which I live, I see or hear people I know who are extremely excited because they are going on vacation to some spot they have been going for the last many years. Generally, these people have never been on a real vacation to any other spot in the country. Once in a while they say they "went somewhere else and I didn't like it" or "I went somewhere else and I had to drive all the way to get there" or "I went somewhere else and it was too expensive". For me, the only one of those statements that has any validity whatever is "...it was too expensive". But there are dozens of great spots to take a vacation within a reasonable distance at a reasonable price near just about anywhere anybody in America lives. I love to see places I've never seen, meet people I've never met, do things I've never done, and have new experiences of almost any kind. Why does anybody want to go to the very same place for a "vacation" year after year, frequently staying in the same hotel or bed and breakfast, eating meals in the same restaurants which are often other locations of the same chains they eat in at home, and often seeing the same attractions year after year?
This photo is on a tour boat in Apostle Islands National Lakeshore in Wisconsin.In the area in which I live, there are about a half dozen locations I see people visiting year after year and most of them are not places I would ever want to visit twice. Those areas include Gatlinburg, TN; Virginia Beach, VA; Myrtle Beach, NC; and Cherokee, NC. These people come back saying how much fun they had going to Dollywood or swimming at the beach where they have been on numerous occasions. I do not understand that kind of thinking. Yes, I have been to Dollywood, Gatlinburg, Cherokee, and Virginia Beach, most of them one time each. I have been to one of two of them twice. But I have also been in thirty-one of the 50 US states and can't wait to get to the other 19. I have been from New York state to Arizona, from South Florida to Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, to Nogales, Mexico, and I loved nearly every minute of all those trips. I despise going to some place I've seen a dozen times before, staying the same, now deteriorating hotel, eating in the same restaurants, and often seeing the same dull people who are stranded in the same low paying jobs. I even see a lot of these people I am referring to who could easily afford to take a vacation anywhere they wanted to.
This photo is at the Alamo in Texas.For me, the ultimate vacation is to get in a good vehicle with my wife, and point it in a direction toward some destination I have never been. We do usually book a place to stay every night along the route because my wife has been in a wheelchair for over 20 years and has trouble sleeping in ordinary hotel beds. But we also often schedule little of what we are going to do on these vacations and let the route dictate what happens. Twice on our way to visit her family in Wisconsin we have taken spontaneous, totally unplanned trips which turned out to be two of the best trips we were ever on. Once we suddenly decided to go visit the University of Wisconsin-Platteville where she went to college which is in the northwest corner of Wisconsin. Her family have always lived about an hour north of Milwaukee in the southeast portion of the state. We hung a left in southern Indiana and crossed into Iowa at Clinton, Iowa, and then hung a right and drove up the old US highway along the Mississippi River to Dubuque, Iowa, and into southwest Wisconsin to Platteville. It was a great trip up the Big Muddy. We stayed in a little motel in Clinton, Iowa, and had a great pizza for supper from a little pizzeria in that town where, most likely, many of the locals eat every day. On the other trip to visit her father, after her mother had died, she suddenly said, somewhere in Indiana, "I've never been in Michigan. Let's go up through Michigan, across the Upper Peninsula and south his house." That's exactly what we did. We drove up the western edge of Wisconsin, stopped in Grand Rapids, spent a night in Saint Ignace, Michigan, spent half a day on Mackinac Island, drove across the Upper Peninsula, bought dried fish in a little store with antique coolers just like the ones in my parents' store when I was a boy, and drove down the eastern edge of Wisconsin to her father's house. We ate fresh cherries from a roadside stand, saw the National Park on Mackinac Island, shot some photos of some Lake Michigan lighthouses, and had a ball.
This is with friends in Nogales, Mexico.Once in South Louisiana, when we were staying in an AirBNB in Jeffersonville, LA, we took a day and drove down an old two lane highway to the Gulf of Mexico stopping at a few little restaurants which caught our eyes along the way. We got the best pork roast I ever ate in a little restaurant stuck between a bayou and the highway, and some of the best fried shrimp and crawfish etouffee I have ever had in another little place with gingham curtains sitting beside the highway in a little town most people never go to if they visit New Orleans or Baton Rouge. On that same trip, we also toured the LA state capitol, saw the spot where Senator Huey Long was assassinated, and had a fine experience with the security people at the capitol which you could have only had in a southern state before gun violence and bun related domestic terrorism became rampant in America. We had parked in a free lot on the banks of the Mississippi and walked to the capitol a block away. I never thought a thing about having my pocket knife in my pocket and when I got to the metal detector I remembered the knife, showed it to the security people, and asked "don't you just put things like this in a box or envelope and hold them till people leave" to which they said "no, we can't do that. But do you see those bushes at the bottom of the steps. Just take it out there, pick out a bush, and hide it under the bush till you get done" which is what I did. You can't have that kind of experience in Gatlinburg or Myrtle Beach.
The photo above is sitting in the porch swing on the porch of the boyhood home of President Lyndon B. Johnson in Johnson City, TX.And the beautiful sign below was on a carpet store marquee sign in El Paso, Texas, in October 2017. I went inside to meet the owner and thank him for speaking out and defending America.
Sunday, June 24, 2018
Some Immigrants I Have Known
Thursday, December 28, 2017
No Republican Should Ever Be Unopposed
As I have watched the ongoing damage to America and American Democracy which has been perpetrated by the TRAITOR and International Terrorist Trump and the Right Wing Radical Repugnicans over the last year, I have become more and more convinced of an opinion which I have held for nearly all my life. That opinion is that if American Democracy, individual constitutional rights, and the common welfare are to be protected for the long run we must guarantee that the Republican Party be prevented from ever exercising the degree of power over our governments, federal, state, county, city, and local at all levels, which they have exercised over the last several years. At every level of government over the last ten to twenty years, we have seen broad ranging attacks on all levels and divisions of government which have been productive for individual citizens, especially citizens who are not among the upper classes financially.
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Always Confront Political Ignorance
| Freeway Carpets, El Paso, Texas, Photo By Roger D. Hicks |
| Freeway Carpets, El Paso, Texas, Photo By Roger D. Hicks |
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
"Feather River" by Paul Foreman--Book Review
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Vacation Explanation
We both love road trips and this was our longest, and probably best, ever. We traveled 6401 miles and stayed on the road for 26 days. We did most of the trip on Airbnb and saw parts of Tennessee, Arkansas, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Louisiana, and Mississippi. We stayed with three different Airbnb providers, one in Arizona, one in Texas, and one in Louisiana. All three were great places to say and wonderful people to work with. I will write more about that and other aspects of the vacation on several upcoming blog posts. I still managed to complete reading a couple of books and will review those in the near future as well. I will still try to mix in at least every other blog post with one about some aspect of life in Appalachia. This was a great trip and deserves to be discussed. Look forward to it!



