Writing Down Rabbit Holes

      

 I’m juggling so many projects that I haven’t finished any of them. My memoir Once a Pilgrim was nearly done when Kent and I walked on the Voie de Vézelay in May. But I haven’t returned to it. I’m uncertain about the structure. Should I end with the first half of my 2010 solo pilgrimage? Should I start a new book with the second half? Wherever I leave off, I want readers to wait breathlessly for the happy ending of my relationship with Kent.

          I also created a children’s picture book based on We Ran Away to Sea, tentatively titled Home Sea Home. I thought it would be a great way to keep Kent’s book alive. Parents would buy the book for their kids and also read the adult version. Then the kids would grow up to read that one, too. I should have sent the picture book to a professional editor or queried it to agents. Instead, I showed it to other writers. Some loved it, and some had so many suggestions that I thought it would be better as a chapter book. That one is almost finished as well. One of the critics of the picture book said, “You’re not giving up on it, are you?” 

Inspired by Facing East

When my friend, Evelyn Begody, published her second book, Facing East: Boarding School and Beyond, I was eager to read it. After finishing her kindergarten chapter, I was inspired to write about my own elementary school experiences. I wrote about Kindergarten and First Grade quickly and easily. But Second Grade was harder. The trauma I experienced with flashcards that year carried over to problems with math for the rest of my life. I’ve put the grown-up incidents in another chapter.

While writing about Third Grade, I really went down a rabbit hole. That was the year I fell in love with writing stories. While writing about that year, I remembered a collection of ribbon-tied, decorated books in the dining room bookcase. There is one for each year from grades 5 through 10, filled with my stories. Doesn’t everyone have a bookcase in their dining room? Mine has a set of encyclopedias to settle questions that come up in dinnertime conversations. They were a necessity before the Internet. Come to think of it, we haven’t looked at them since we got cell phones.

I’m still considering what, if anything, to do with those stories. I edited one about Santa, a mouse, a lonely reindeer, and a life-sized toy polar bear. They have an adventure with dancers in grass skirts on a tropical beach. There is also a witch and a volcano. I wrote it when I was 14. I’m sending that one to the grandsons for Christmas. I haven’t yet revisited Evelyn’s book, although Kent read it cover to cover. But I have finished writing about Third Grade, where the story-writing started.

Covers of the books and illustrations.

Childhood Writing

I’ve reflected on the kid I was all those years ago, and on how much the world has changed. I wonder where I got some of my ideas. Some are obvious, some not, and what, if anything, to do with them now. 

I’m amazed by how many themes from those stories still hold my attention. They include the meaning of life, faith, irony, concern for injustice and the environment, and a love of travel.  I was surprised to find neatly handwritten tables of contents with page numbers, and signatures with my full name. There are many illustrations. Linnea Hendrickson’s Freshman Folly of 1959 has a hand-lettered note: Copyright 1960 by L.M.H. Publishing House. All rights reserved.

The books include poems, jokes, limericks, and stories. In the upper grades, there are book reviews. My reading choices are revealing. As a freshman, I reviewed biographies of Nellie Bly, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Hans Christian Andersen. There was also a biography of a pair of dancers who escaped from behind the Iron Curtain. Our Hearts Were Young and Gay by Cornelia Otis Skinner and Emily Kimbrough captivated me. I became obsessed with Paris, although I didn’t get there until after I married Ed on my thirty-third birthday. Richard Halliburton’s New Worlds to Conquer (a book of my mother’s) fueled my love of travel and adventure. I read most, if not all, of Halliburton’s books. Who’s even heard of Halliburton today? There is a lengthy article in Wikipedia .

YouTube and Tiktok Videos

         I have completed two videos from last May’s pilgrimage and many brief TikTok videos. Most of those were designed to bring attention to We Ran Away to Sea.

La Voie de Vézelay  

Bourges and Chateauroux

Short TikTok Videos for We Ran Away to Sea

À Bien tôt! (Until next time! See you soon!)

Happy Thanksgiving and a Recipe

“When life is sweet, be thankful, and rejoice; but when bitter, be strong, and persevere.” — Matshona Dhliwayo

Autumn Leaves
autumn leaves on the ground
Autumn Leaves

Tomorrow I will make a storied mashed potato recipe. It originated with our dear friend, the irrepressible Sue Grant, who passed away in June 2024.

Recipe for Mashed Potato Casserole

4 cups mashed potatoes, butter (4 T up to 1 stick)

& milk (1/2 to 1 cup), salt and pepper

8 oz cream cheese

1 egg

¼ cup chopped pimento (don’t have, don’t add)

¼ cup finely chopped onion (or much more – I like onions)

Pour into 2-quart baking dish, which is greased

Dot top with more butter and paprika

Bake at 350 for 45 minutes.

Note from Pam: Sue, help! I’ve lost your mashed potato casserole recipe, checked my completely disorganized folder, and it’s nowhere to be found. Wouldn’t you know, everyone in the country wants it for Thanksgiving because I’ve given the recipe to one half of the country and you to the other, and I’ve lost track of it. Please send it. Forgive me for losing it. Can I double the recipe? (Sunday 11/23/2008)

Note from Geoff: Sue says that the quantities aren’t all that important. Pimento and paprika are mostly for color. This dish is good, one of my favorites, but not a diet dish. Perfect for Thanksgiving. Having the actual recipe is so unimportant that Sue typically doesn’t use one or even remember the pimento. She adds way more onion than the recipe calls for. Modify however you wish.

Note from Linnea: When Sue and Geoff joined us for Thanksgiving in Albuquerque in 2012 with other Brookings folks (Joe and Signe Stuart, Terry and Ruth Branson, and many other relatives and friends), Sue made this recipe, introducing it to me for the first time. We’ve been making it for large gatherings and holiday dinners ever since.

If you read We Ran Away to Sea, you may recognize the names of our guests because they all appear in the book. Sue and her husband Geoff also joined us on a sailing adventure in the Virgin Islands in 2013. Recorded in vivid detail in this YouTube video.

Unfortunately, there are not many pictures, none of the whole group, and the quality is poor. We were having too much fun to take pictures.

Pictures,Thanksgiving 2012: l-r Terry Branson and Kent, table, Linnea with Jesse & Carrie behind

Kent Twelve Ways 2025 Photo Portfolio

This was my 2024-2025 Portfolio Project Completed for the Enchanted Lens Photography Club (ELCC), Albuquerque, New Mexico. The aim is to compile a group of pictures on a theme. Click on the individual photos to enlarge them

Chateauroux Day 2

Thursday, May 22

Église St. Andre

We had a fairly quiet day, sleeping later than usual before walking out for coffee and pastry at a nearby boulangerie, then exploring more of the old town and the parks and gardens along the Indre before lunch at a lovely restaurant, Jeux 2 Goûts in the old town. 

Along a canal

Pavlova dessert with strawberries

Afterward, we visited the Musée Bertrand.  Bertrand was one of Napoleon I’s marshals and generals and was with him on St. Helena when he died. The museum was an odd collection of art, memorabilia, and objects collected from Egypt and elsewhere. One of the most interesting pieces was a large sculpture by Camille Claudel.

Sculpture by Camille Claudel

As I wandered through the house, my main thought was that I should get rid of all my stuff when I get home.

We also visited the enormous Gothic church of St. Andre whose gleaming white spires helped us get our bearings.

Inside was the banner for this year of Jubilee proclaimed by Pope Francis one year ago, “Spes Non Confundit.”  Hope does not disappoint. 

Spes non confundit

Feeling without hope, I read through much of Francis’s proclamation, which moved me to tears. It seems our world continues to accelerate in a direction opposite of that Francis urged us.

Tomorrow we take an early morning bus to Bourges. I realized only today, that this city, too, is on the Vézelay northern pilgrim route. There is a brass scallop shell right in front of our hotel.

Here’s a video Kent took a few days ago when we walked through tall grass (oops, I guess you have to go to TikTok to see it:

“Come on!” he says