Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings (1896–1953)

The Yearling is Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings’ Pulitzer prize winning novel about the coming of age of Jody Baxter, the son of a backwood farming family that is trying to eke a living from a bit of high land in the Florida scrub shortly after the Civil War. The story is about a boy’s love for a fawn, a man’s love for his son, and the difficult lessons life throws in the path of a boy who lives in a world where he must become a man in order to survive.

There are many wonderful characters show more apart from the Baxters. The Forresters, particularly Fodder-wing, Lem and Buck, add a further understand of what it was to live in such a harsh environment and how important neighbors and family were to one another. We get a glimpse of the town life and a contrast between the two when the Baxters visit Grandma Hutto and Oliver. But the emphasis of the story is the relationship between Penny Baxter and his son Jody. Penny is a remarkable man, savvy in the ways of the wilderness, kind and humane and somewhat indulgent of his child. Ora Baxter is a harder, sterner person, with a string of lost babies in her past and a tendency toward looking a thing in the eye without turning away. She seems to hold Jody at arm’s length most of the time and never hopes for more than the scrapings she is given.

I was about 12 or 13 years old when I read The Yearling for the first time. Back in those days, I had seen the movie with Gregory Peck and Jane Wyman as well. I did not think there would be much that would be added to my memory of this story, but I was wrong. I came at this story with different eyes, of course. At that first reading, I would have been protected and spared, as Jody was, the harder side of life. I have known some sorrow and loss in my life now. I understand the lesson Jody had to learn and that Penny wanted to shelter him from, and I understand Ora in a way that I’m sure was impossible when I was so young.

I’m glad I chose to revisit this moving story. I had thought it might come across as maudlin or sentimental...a kind of more sophisticated Bambi. I need not have worried. Rawlings is not writing fantasy here, she is writing life, and life can always bear another close inspection. show less

(24) I actually read this out loud to my 10 year old sons and finished it last month. I have been undecided about adding the books I read aloud to them to my 'library.' This is a re-read as I read it myself as a tween - I remembered it being a difficult read which I wanted to stop many times, I remember it being shattering emotionally given my love for animals and my own longing for pets. My adult self agrees with those memories and I daresay my children do as well. Although, they put on a show more brave front re: Flag's denouement - cracking jokes and making fun of my emotional distress. I later confronted the softer one who admitted it was indeed a smokescreen to deflect the pain.

They got a kick out of the Southern country dialect. I wonder what my 12 year old Massachusetts self must of made of the Southern backwoods patois - I certainly can make more sense of it now given my adopted home State. I have read the children abridged versions of such classics as 'The Call of the Wild,' 'Black Beauty,' and 'Treasure Island,' but this is one of the first unabridged classic novels I have attempted with them and I think it was a success. The other was the more brief but similar 'Old Yeller,' which really got to them about 1-2 years ago. We have also read the entire 'Harry Potter' and "Chronicles of Narnia' series out loud over the past few years, and recently finished another (horrid) series called 'The Land of Stories.' We also read 'The Phantom Tollbooth,' which I had never read as a kid. I know with at least one of my sons, I am instilling in him the love of reading, and I am trying my darnedest with the other.

In any event, this should fit the bill as a 're-read' which I do this time of year. This was lovely, heart-breaking, a good book for little boys, even if some of it is rough for an animal lover and someone who has never and would never hunt. The bear cubs! The panther cubs! really! But I do believe, they shouldn't be sheltered from this mentality in particular as our family eats meat. It is a way to introduce the concept of hard choices. Anyway, I am glad I chose this for the boys and I hope it will be a permanent memory burrowed deep in their little hearts. I will now start adding books I read aloud to them to my yearly count/review list if I find the choices worth it. show less

Cross Creek is one of the finest memoirs ever written, filled with grace and beauty from one of America's greatest writers, Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. Perhaps no other writer has so perfectly and honestly captured a place and time like Rawlings did in Cross Creek. It will transport you to that small acreage of backwoods Florida and cause you to wish for a life such as this.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings purchased a seventy-two acre orange grove in this remote area and fled her aristocratic life in show more the city to perfect her craft and get published. It is here that all her beloved books would be written, including this memoir covering the years of hardships and beauty at Cross Creek. Rawlings was in many ways reborn in Cross Creek, and she would leave behind literary achievements such as "South Moon Under," "Golden Apples," "When the Whippoorwill," "Cross Creek Cookery," and of course, her Pulitzer winning, "The Yearling."

Her close relationships with her neighbors at the creek, both black and white, are told with humor and humanity. Their lives were often filled with hardships but serenity as well, for all of them had chosen to live this kind of life rather than conform to society. Especially poignant are Rawlings's observations of a young destitute couple who would later be portrayed so movingly in Jacob's Ladder.

Rawlings's recollections of her friendships with Moe and his daughter Mary, who was Moe's reason for living, and the only one in his family who cared whether he came or went, are told with such beauty we feel pain ourselves when he takes his last breath at the creek. Rawlings's deep friendships over the years with Tom and Old Martha are told with humor, honesty and a gift for description few have ever captured on paper.

Tinged with sadness is Marjorie's relationship both as employer and friend to 'Geechee. Rawlings would attempt to help her, but to no avail, as this sweet personality slowly became an unemployable alcoholic. Her mistreatment at the hands of a womanizer unworthy of her love was at the heart of her problem. It is perhaps also at the bottom of some bitter comments from Rawlings.

But Cross Creek is about the earth and our relationship to it. Rawlings came to believe over time that when we lose our connection to the earth, we lose a part of ourselves. The great and wondrous beauty of nature, from magnolia blossoms and rare herbs to Hayden mangos and papaya, are as much a part of this memoir as the people. Particularly hilarious are this gifted writer's descriptions of a pet racoon of such mischievous nature and cantankerous disposition that it almost seems human.

Rawlings's world at the creek is perhaps her legacy, a gift given to the reader we can never forget. In order to enjoy this memoir, however, one must take into consideration a number of factors. Published in 1942 and covering many years prior in a backwoods area of Florida, this was a time when racial equality was a distant dream. Some may be offended by Rawlings's casual - though never mean spirited - observations.

Rawlings honestly relates actual conversations from this time and place between blacks and whites, and blacks to other blacks. While Rawlings herself treated everyone fairly, a long string of farmhands prone to drink and violence - including the man who would destroy her friend and employee 'Geechee - prompted Rawlings to lump an entire race into one group, her friends at the creek being rare exceptions. I do not feel this caveat should keep anyone from reading this most beautiful and heartwarming of memoirs, as this is an unflinchingly honest look at a time and a place, as well as attitudes - warts and all.

Rawlings's graceful prose, whether describing a chorus of frogs singing at night as a Brahms waltz, the scent of hibiscus drifting through the air at dusk or myriad of dishes meticulously prepared and labored over for hours, is delightful and unforgettable. Cross Creek will make you hungry for succulent fruits, cornbread and hot biscuits with wild plum jelly, and the living of life itself.

Reading this lovingly written memoir will leave you with a wistful desire to walk away from society as Rawlings did, and live the life we crave in our very being, even if that life can only be lived in our hearts.

"Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and the seasons, to the cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time."
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
(1896-1953) show less

''Dead limbs were falling in the swamp. It was a certain sign of rain. They fell from trees before and after, as though some dropped in terror of the moist burden, and others resisted a little longer. Limpkins were crying, and it would not be long before the grey curtain over the scrub and river dissolved into a sweep of rain’’

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings (1886-1953) was born in Washington and moved to Florida in 1928. Immediately she started work on her first novel. She drew material for show more her stories from the Alachua County region in community of Cross Creek. She lived with a moonshiner for several weeks whilst researching the novel. During this time she learned the local dialect and traditions that makes this book so unique.

South Moon Under is an absolutely fantastic book, focusing on three generations of a poor rural ‘Cracker’ family in Florida. The Lantry’s farm on remote land, which was mainly scrub forest, swamp and hammock.
The book focuses on Lant and his mother Piety (pronounced Py-tee). It’s title refers to one of the moon’s stages, what they believed to be a critical influence on hunting and crops. Lant learns to hunt deer using moonlight.

''On the way home he considered the deer and the moon. He considered the fish and the owls. The deer and the rabbits, the fish and the owls, stirred at moon-rise and at moon-down; at south-moon-over and at south-moon-under''

It’s a wonderful story about people who are totally at one with nature. The descriptions of all the plants and animals are just gorgeous. It’s deeply atmospheric and Rawlings captures the wilderness for all it’s danger, and beauty.

“The sun was high. The river red and gold and bronze, for the sweet gums and hickories and maples were in full autumn colour. The cypress needles had turned to the deep-red of Lant’s hair. The river water, stained by cypress and magnolia, dissolved in it’s clear brownness.”

There’s a host of colourful characters, all doing their bit to get by in an environment of extreme poverty. Prohibition plays a big part (and casts a long shadow) as Lant makes moonshine during the Depression. This only leads to a world of pain as his cousin becomes jealous of his success. It never ceases to amaze me what people will do for 25 pieces of silver.
South Moon Under was a finalist in the 1933 Pulitzer Prize. It was in good company. Faulkner’s magnificent Light in August was also a runner up. TB Stribling’s The Store was the winner in what was a wonderful year for southern literature.
The dialect makes it a little challenging, but don’t let that put you off. I started off slowly and ended up in awe of the writing. I really can’t do it justice. Without doubt a contender for my favourite book this year. show less