Just finished reading Jean Craighead George’s My Side of the
Mountain. I’m fairly certain that I had
read this book before, but it would have been a long time ago. Its publication date is 1959. The same year that William S. Burroughs
published The Naked Lunch, Hunter S. Thompson published The Rum Diary, and Ian
Fleming published both Goldfinger and For Your Eyes Only. My Side of the Mountain is the story of a
young boy who runs away from New York City to live off the land in the
Catskills. I enjoyed the resourcefulness
of young Sam Gribley, and could relate to his preparations for winter, but was
frightened by the absence of a concerned parent (probably due to the horrific
news stories recently about children gone missing and unhappy
endings). Sam’s story ends on an
unbelievably upbeat note…
I’ve also been reading quite a bit by a New York blogger, 66 Square Feet. Marie blogs eloquently (and
so darned poetically) about gardening on her tiny terrace, cooking and eating
the foods she grows there, and navigating, often on foot, her amazing city. Her blog is a delightful love-letter about
New York, her feline friend Estorbo, her spouse the Frenchman, and sometimes about her
roots in South Africa. Marie, Estorbo
and the Frenchman are preparing for Sandy’s visit to the coast…carefully tended
plants have been moved to safety, ingredients for simple yet elegant meals have
been procured, beer and wine are to be purchased to soothe the soul. I can relate.
If this storm were hitting Alabama, Eric and I would be doing
approximately the same thing.
We are having NY strips, roasted rosemary potatoes and field greens for dinner. Eric is under the weather, so this calls for blood...
We are having NY strips, roasted rosemary potatoes and field greens for dinner. Eric is under the weather, so this calls for blood...
1 comment:
I am sure you know jcg was ET's favorite when he was growing up. She just passed away. I never worried when I first read the Sam Grimbly books that his parents weren't concerned but it feels different reading them when grown. I do remember a lovely part about his visit to the library to research. I love the passages in books when children go to the library. Like in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn where Francie asks the librarian for a good book for a girl her age and the librarian always gives her the same book. Thanks Carol for this post. Hope the steak does the trick.
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