Monthly Archives: March 2012

Books are home 2

“Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey.  They are home.”  Anna Quindlen, How Reading Changed My Life

Today I’m visiting Jaunty Quills at the invitations of the extremely talented and delightful (really!) Emily MacKay.  I’ll be blogging  about books, books, books.

If you love books, come join us, leave a comment.  I’d love to see you there.

Where is Pewee Valley?

For the newspaper announcement of our engagement, I wrote, “George Bierce Perrine III is from Pewee Valley, Kentucky, and  graduated from Transylvania College in Lexington, KY.”    My mother took one look at that sentence and asked, “Can’t we say he’s from Louisville?”  But all of that is true.   George is vaguely  related to the caustic writer Ambrose Bierce.  Transylvania is a small Christian Church school.  The name means across the wood and is in no way related to Dracula.

During the years George grew up, Pewee Valley was a charming and tiny town east of Louisville.  It’s still a charming town but Louisville now surrounds it.   His family lived in a lovely antebellum house on Maple Avenue, a street, as you would guess, with huge maple trees shading the yards.    Pewee Valley is best known for being the home of  Annie F. Johnston who wrote the Little Colonel books in the early 1900’s.

When I became a Perrine, I inherited a marvelous sister-in-law.  Diane is brilliant.  She graduated from Cornell and was a business executive for many years.  Now, she’s a well-known scholar and researcher, an expert in the underground railroad in Kentucky and surrounding states.  She’s also a popular speaker who gives programs about Kentucky country stores and other topics all around the state.

Diane had agreed to blog today on Pewee Valley, her memories of the town and her mother.   Unfortunately, I got sick and didn’t have time to set it up.  Diane Perrine Coon (google her–you’ll be impressed) will blog here next Tuesday.  I’m so pleased she’s agreed.

Sneeze, itch and sweat

I’m not a gardener.  I enjoy the final outcome, either flowers or tomatoes but spending time outside makes me sneeze, itch and perspire.

On the other hand, I know there are people who find great joy in digging and growing.  I have a heroine in the third book of the Tales from Butternut Creek series who finds healing through gardening but I don’t understand why she would.  I’d love to hear from you about why you love gardening and your opinion on how digging and planting could heal that heroine.   Thank you.