And One to Grow On
Reflections of a Maine Boyhood
Published on 1. March 2020
228 pages
978-1-60893-541-3 (ISBN)
Description
When John Gould was young, a boy learned about the sea--and arithmetic and knots and geography and life--from the old deep-water men living out their lives in snug harbors. He grew up knowing the woods; the way a church supper smells; the way the Ladies Aid bargained together before a food sale. The friendly, close-knit community life and the deep family affection gave him a foundation of sound sense to last through the years ahead.
This is a book to read and reread. You will be glad to know that once, in Maine, a boy could have this kind of childhood; and you might be envious because you did not.
This is a book to read and reread. You will be glad to know that once, in Maine, a boy could have this kind of childhood; and you might be envious because you did not.
Reviews / Votes
Real humor with wit added . . . A book for laughter, an aid to digestion, and a dispeller of black clouds. And a bestseller, I do believe. * Los Angeles Times *More details
Language
English
Place of publication
New York
United States
Publishing group
Globe Pequot Press
File size
4,17 MB
ISBN-13
978-1-60893-541-3 (9781608935413)
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Book
05/2020
Down East Books,U.S.
€17.90
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Person
Born and bred in Maine, John Gould (1908-2003) was well known for his acerbic Yankee wit. Over his life he wrote dozens of books and for an astounding sixty-two years was a regular columnist for the Christian Science Monitor. Despite his literary fame, he would always claim that he was, first, last, and always, a farmer.
Content
- And One to Grow On
- Dedication
- It wasn't geography that made my town...
- This is all an I Remember story...
- The first game I ever shot was...
- The post-card notice for a Grange meeting...
- Some of our characters were better characters...
- Cappy Push-button Palmer was better for me...
- In May we hung Maybaskets, and I...
- Once a circus went bankrupt in our...
- It was easy to see why that...
- Not long ago a professor out in...
- One time Ed Hale swapped a barrel...
- Once a year we had a merchants'...
- Our town still kept up its contacts...
- There's one thing our folks always did-whatever...
- Nobody should discount the great educational value...
- No boy ever grew up right unless...
- Not long ago I practically undermined the...
- Even today, in an age known as...
- A more modern sociological approach seems to...
- In casting back over affairs in my...
- In those days food ran largely to...
- I got 25¢ a week for pumping...
- The first time you dip your hand...
- Some intellectuals might make a distinction between...
- The educational experience we had, as supplied...
- I got down off a load of...
- One of our high school class rides...
- Then there's the story of Orville Linscott...
- At last, after many things, came that...
