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Peck Robert Newton - Weeds in bloom : autobiography of an ordinary man

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The world of seven-year-old Robert, a farm boy in Vermont during the Depression, is populated by plain country people who sparkle despite their hardships.
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Contents Part I Part II Part III Know a man by those he honors Prologue - photo 2
Contents

Part I:

Part II:

Part III:

Know a man by those he honors.

Prologue

M Y BOOK IS YOUR A MERICA .

An album of my old friends and your new ones. Real citizens you deserve to greet, and know, and possible remember. You shall know me by the people I have known.

There is no plot.

A happy marriage of Yankee and Confederate, it rambles along Vermont dirt roads and Floridas red clay, meandering like a cow path, seeming at first to go nowhere. But a cow path usual gets to a goala freshet of cool water, a barn at milking time, a puddle of shade beneath a meadow elm.

Or a maple.

On the outside, maple trees are rocky hard in their rough tough bark. Yet inside, a sip of springtime sap is sugar sweet. Also in spring, cow manure spread across a pregnant farming field produces a nourishing fragrance. Part of the unseen overture of birth. New life, not yet up. Brown creating green.

Innards differ from hide. Thats the mission of my manuscript, to show how plain people can sparkle.

Poverty can etch and furrow the faces of the old or smolder in the eyes of the young. Yet hardship is not always yoked with hardness of the heart. Along with rural innocence, many are graced with charm and backwoods wisdom. Horse sense and cow warmth. They are fresh milk, not from a store but from a stanchion, still bubbling, uncooled and unpasteurized. Raw.

They can decipher the moonlit bugle of a blue-tick hound, dig up cure-all ginseng root, and perhaps steep you a natural remedy for miseries that might plague your body, or cloud your mind.

A few still plant by the star signs.

Others may hunt beneath a possum moon. Or tote around a horse chestnut (a buckeye) in a pocket to prevent an ache. They can skin and gut a rabbit without a knife, and mash wild red choke-cherries for a coughing child. Or snip off part of an implanted porcupine quill to let the gas escape from the shaft in order to reduce its size, and then extract the bloody barb from a newly educated Fido.

Some can locate a bee tree and use the melted comb wax to seal a jar of rhubarb conserve. They drip their own jelly. Their cookstoves, cast only in black, burn nothing but gathered wood to raise biscuits that raise children that raise Cain.

Complaints are rare.

Our American poor are proud of who they are and what crafts they can accomplish (such as fashioning a crude collar for a mule), and will willingly share chow or shelter with a stranger. At times their generosity is a widows mite, their smiles braving adversity to spit in its eye. After personally digging a grave with their own shovels to bury a loved one, they grieve privately.

Somehow, as uncanny as this may sound to you, country people sense that I came from a humble home and a mix-blood background. Although many are illiterate, they can heal far more often than they can hurt. In a way, for you, I harvest wild herbs of humanity. Some I have known since boyhood. Worthy of gathering.

All, save one, are American, chapters and verses of our nations past and present. Stars in our flag. Not fancy folk. So please expect no long-stemmed roses from a florist. They are, instead, the unarranged flora that Ive handpicked from Gods greenery.

Weeds in bloom.

PART I
Vermont Boyhood

Home W AIT UP R OBERT My mothers soft voice couldnt catch me Being seven - photo 3

Home

W AIT UP , R OBERT .

My mothers soft voice couldnt catch me. Being seven, I had to be first up the round and rocky slope.

Conquering the summit, I turned to wave triumphantly at Mama, Papa, and Aunt Carrie still climbing. Feet apart, standing astride the treeless top of Lead Hill, I looked far beyond my three family seniors to view our five-acre farm. Below, in the distance, stood mighty Solomon, our ox, with Daisy, our milk cow, black-and-white Holstein specks ankle-deep in silvery crick water, the tassels of their tails flicking the flies of August.

Otherwise motionless, surrendering to a summer Sunday.

From a split between two massive slabs of gray granite atop our minor mountain, juniper bushes erupted to offer smoke-blue berries. Awaiting my elders, I chewed a few; then, moving a few feet away found a treat less tarty. Gooseberries. Pale green beads.

Age seven in clothes Mama made with my friend Sambo Aunt Carrie a measure - photo 4

Age seven, in clothes Mama made, with my friend Sambo.

Aunt Carrie, a measure leaner than Mama, came to meet me. Then my mother. Papa finished a breathless last.

Look. I pointed. Our barn and silo. Smallern toys.

Hefting me high to sit on his sinewy shoulders, Papa gripped my knees, then asked, Hows it make you feel, Rob?

Biggy. But not big enough. Someday Im fixing to sprout up into a giant, like you. Sigh. I honest wonder when thatll be.

After you finish being a boy.

When did you finish?

While my legs straddled his neck, my hands felt Papas face grin. Never quite did. His head turned to flash a wink at my mother.

Mama smiled. I hope Rob beats you to it.

From where she stood, Aunt Carrie beckoned to the three of us. Ifn you fetch Robert over this way, hell see a sight to behold.

Papa deposited me back to ground and we went to learn about whatever my maiden aunt had discovered. Turned out to be early fall flowers. Black-eyed Susans, neighborly to asters: yellowy petals surrounding a button. A brown hubcap, not black. Breaking open a dried center, Aunt Carrie blew away the husks to show me the Susan seeds. Tiny slivers, dark at one end, at the other a dull pewter.

My, said Papa, now theres a bunch of boys.

Making a face, I asked, Boys?

He nodded. Every seed is a boy. Like you, it probable hankers to stretch at manhood and help to blossom a flower.

Holding one between fingertips, I asked, Do all seeds actual get to bloom into flowers?

No. Papa shook his head. Theres vegetable seed and stallion seed. As youre my son, Robert, you are of my seed. He glanced at Mama. And of your mothers egg.

I blinked. Like chickens?

My mother smiled. Right as farming. Then, following a hurried glance at my father, she added, And thats a plenty on seeding for today.

With a nod, Papas long arm pointed downhill to our Holsteins. See there, our dear ol Daisy knows something we dont. Staring at our cow, I asked what. Well, my father answered, theres a clock inside her that notes whenever its near to milking time. The hour of five.

True enough. Daisy had waded out of the crick water. She headed herself along the narrow brown cow path, dodging through the dandelions and smack toward our barn.

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