Acid test environmentalist and poet: Wendell Berry (1934- )

My introduction to Berry came in reading his Long-Legged House while sitting on a gorgeous Navajo rug on the floor of the Ostroms’ contemporary home atop a wooded ravine in southern Indiana. It was a magical matrix, considering the story.

Berry was the embodiment of back-to-the-earth, having returned to his native Kentucky in 1964 and taking up farming by horse teams (or maybe mules). He did so to the consternation of colleagues in Manhattan who argued that he was just beginning to make a name for himself and that he’d lose his momentum and start writing sentimental verse about bluegrass.

Instead, he struck gold. His poems grew from real friendships and longstanding relationships. A bigger calling came in his environmental advocacy, especially as it expanded into real economics that countered the bean counters whose views neglected the value of parents, conservation, health, and the like. It even led him to a radical Christianity, including pacifism, and work with the Amish, where he met David Kline, whose weekly birdwatching columns were collected into a wonderful book, Great Possessions, which Berry helped shepherd to publication. (It’s about much more than birds, believe me. If you’re curious about Amish life, I’d suggest starting here.)

There’s something that’s much more life-affirming in Berry’s writing than in Robinson Jeffords’ strong but misanthropic nature poems from a generation earlier.

Berry had noted that his efforts at rebuilding the soil on his farm took 16 or 17 years to show signs of rebounding. It was something I later observed in our gardening in Dover, dealing with what my wife called Dead Dirt. Over the seasons, ours began to soften and then welcome earthworms and finally flowers and vegetables.

So it is with Berry’s pages.

Yes, we had a cannon

you’re out of line
you’re out of rope

rock, paper, scissor
last call

3 loons
heard first
and then seen

3 passengers showing the captain
photos of their parents’ and grandparents’ weddings
vintage dresses they thought she could consider
for her upcoming wedding in January
Captain Becky not yet 30

Becky our captain
is very funny
and so is Dylan, the mate

These were some fun times

Maybe you remember your first year or two after college and trying to get your feet on the ground.

My wild novel Pit-a-Pat High Jinks relates, more or less, how it went for me way back when. It wasn’t always high, either, despite the stereotypes. These days, I see the episodes extending into the forties for many younger adults and their friends. Do check it out and see how it relates to your own experiences.

It’s of five ebooks I’m making available to you for FREE during Smashword’s annual end-of-the-year sale. You can pick yours out in the digital platform of your choice. Do note that it includes adult content, so you may have to adjust your filters when ordering.

Think of this as my Christmas present to you. In the meantime, be cool and stay warm.

For details, go to the book at Smashwords.com.

Of housemates, lovers, and friends

 

Revolutionary War veteran John Shackford senior

John Shackford was a Revolutionary War veteran who brought his young family to Eastport at the end of the war, making them one of just six households on Moose Island. For the next half century and a bit more, they were influential figures and then faded entirely from the scene by the turn of the 20th century. It was a pattern I’m seeing in seafaring families in coastal communities in American genealogy.

His ancestry in America goes back to Dover, New Hampshire, where I lived for 21 years before moving on to Eastport. His father, Samuel, was a mariner who resettled at the mouth of the Merrimack River in Massachusetts, where John was born in 1753 in Newbury, a decade before the port was set off as a separate town, Newburyport.

Among the other children of Samuel and his wife, Mary Coombs, were Mary, who married Caleb Boynton, for whom Boynton Street and Boynton School in Eastport were named; Captain Samuel Shackford, who died in Newburyport; Levi; and William.

As a sailor, John may have visited Eastport as early as 1763, age 10 or so. (As one version goes, “He was brought up a sailor and while so employed his ship visited Eastport, Maine, as early as 1763.”)

Around here, “captain,” as you may be noting, more often referred to a shipmaster than an army rank.

As a soldier in the newly formed Continental Army in its second major military operation, John enlisted in the strenuous march in September and October 1775 through the wilderness of Maine under the command of General Benedict Arnold. Serving in a Captain Ward’s company, Shackford was one of 1,100 men in the arduous trek that saw 300 soldiers turn back and another 200 die en route The surviving troops were left starving and lacking in many supplies and equipment assigned to attack Quebec City.

Joined by General Richard Montgomery’s forces after their capture of Montreal, the Americans attacked Quebec City in a snowstorm on the last day of the year. They were roundly defeated.  Montgomery was killed and Arnold’s leg was shattered.

Shackford was taken prisoner and confined for nine months, six weeks of the time in irons — that is, chained.

After his release, he broke his promise to his captors not to engage in battle. In early 1780 he and instead served under George Washington at Kingsbridge, in Westchester County, New York.

During the Revolution, John’s brother Levi was wounded at the battle of Bunker Hill. More extensive was the service of brother William. First, he was captured on the privateer “Dalton” and confined in the Old Mill Prison in Plymouth, Devonshire, England, for three years; and then, on being released, he served under John Paul Jones and was either killed in action or died from hardships endured in the war — he never returned.

On the other hand, as a veteran, Private John Shackford returned to Massachusetts and married, on November 26, 1780, Esther, daughter of Captain Gideon and Hannah Woodwell. Her father was an extensive shipbuilder at Newburyport.

Pick up your free copy now

Celebrity writer Tom Wolfe lamented that nobody had written the big hippie novel, something akin to the Great American Novel, but he was wrong. I’ve said so in some previous postings here.

For my part, let me invite you to Daffodil, Indiana, as its tranquil – some might even say dopy – campus goes radical. No outside agitators are needed in the face of the ongoing repression. The Revolution of Peace & Love is its own calling.

Daffodil Uprising is one of five novels I’m making available to you for FREE during Smashword’s annual end-of-the-year sale. The ebook is available to you in the platform of your choice.

Think of this as my Christmas present to you. Or, as we used to say, If it feels good, do it!

For details, go to the book at Smashwords.com.

The making of a hippie

Is there another novel in the works?

It’s a fair question, though for now, I’d rather be plunging into a reading orgy. My to-be-read stack is huge, both paper and digital books and periodicals. I’m feeling rather famished.

As for fiction, nothing since my mid-30s seems to suggest a hot story. Most novels, by the way, seems focused on life under age 30. Or at least rediscovering it. As for growing older, as in aging? No sex? Well, depends on the hook. For now, everything I’m seeing points toward nonfiction.

If I did another novel, I’d want to limit the number of named characters. Just two? Perhaps four or six or eight max? It’s obviously character-driven, not action. The volume itself would be thinner, too.

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There are some other drafts I could clean up, but would any of them be worth the effort? The endeavors  to build readership can be quite exhausting.

I’ve never done this before

This may seem crazy, but for Smashword’s annual End-of-the-Year sale, I’ve decided to offer five of my novels to you FREE.

It’s your chance to pick up these ebooks at no risk. If you like the stories, perhaps you’ll leave a brief review and five stars at the website, just to encourage other readers who come along in the future.

The titles are Daffodil Uprising, when youth across the country went freaky; Pit-a-Pat High Jinks, with lovers and friends setting forth in premature adulthood; Subway Visions, with wild rides through the Underground; What’s Left, as a bereft daughter tries to make sense of her bohemian parents and close-knit Greek family; and Yoga Bootcamp, where Asian spirituality sizzles in a back-to-the-earth funky farm not far from the Big Apple.

Think of it as my Christmas present to you. I hope you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

The sale starts today and ends January first. Please don’t delay! Go to Smashwords.com for more.