In 1948, my grandmother Dorothea Kennedy published a book of poetry — Patchwork Dreams. As child, I remember copies of her book piled here and there around my grandparent’s home in Portland, Maine and in the gallery on Peaks Island where she also sold her paintings. I recently read the book from cover to cover and I so regret that I never talked to her about her book and where her ideas came from. If only she were still here to share ideas, inspiration, and advice with her granddaughter, so new to the writerly life.
One poem, The Prisoner, haunts me. While the words are hers, they describe me! I don’t recall my grandmother being a terribly woodsy person — she lived on the shores of Casco Bay all her life — but I am. They are me. How can this be?
The Prisoner
My home is where the hills are
Along a woody trail,
Lined with pine and sweet fern
Known to darting quail.
Many voices murmur
Yet always unseen,
The chattering Woodfolk
Fill the forest green.
My home is where the hills are
Tangled and wild,
Imprisoned in the City
Lives a forest child.
— Dorothea Kennedy from Patchwork Dreams, 1948
This post is part of the annual month-long Slice of Life writing challenge organized by Two Writing Teachers. Join us! It’s my first time slicing, I’m a slice planner, and an early morning slicer, too!
That is just how I would feel… What a beautiful book! When I saw the cover, it just made me smile – before even reading your post, I knew I wanted to read it.
“Imprisoned in the City
Lives a forest child.”
Isn’t it a shame that so much is lost on us and to us! I have many questions for my grandparents also.
Now I’m thinking maybe I should insert notes with some of my writing. Grandchildren won’t know, will they?
LikeLiked by 1 person
– oh, I’m in Maine, too.
http://www.MainelyWrite.blogspot.com
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yeah! It really is the way life should be! 🙂
LikeLike
When I posted the photos of the cover, I noticed for the first time that the artist incorporated her initials into the artwork. How fun! Yes to inserting notes!
LikeLike
How hauntingly lovely. I believe that I would love your grandmother. And what a gift she left behind. Though you cannot ask those questions, you have the opportunity to know her in ways that many of us never know our loved ones. xxoo
LikeLiked by 1 person
It truly is a gift, Amy, and I try not to dwell on not appreciating it until more recently. The time is just right for me now. xxoo
LikeLike
So much that is beautiful here. What a book and legacy, and like all inheritance, complicated! My parents were both practical, but my Grandmere loved painting, and that gave me hope.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Honored you visited my slice today, Jeannine. Families are complicated, aren’t they? But as with all experiences in life, we take little bits from each or acknowledge them and set them free. Love that we have artist grandmothers in common. My best to you.
LikeLike
What a treasure your grandmother left you! Isn’t it wonderful that you discovered a connection to her you hadn’t known of through her writing. Thank you for sharing her enchanting poem!
LikeLiked by 1 person
How amazing to have copies of your Grandmother’s book. I love the connection you made to one of her poems. It makes me wonder if any poems embody other members of your family?
LikeLiked by 1 person
I wonder about that, too. It been interesting reading them and wondering who/what inspired them.
LikeLike
You have a wonderful way of knowing your grandmother through her writings. It is also a way to feel close to her at those times you feel you need to hear her voice or seek her wisdom.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is wonderful: the poem, your grandmother’s book, your connection to her and to writing. So cool!
LikeLiked by 1 person
How cool that your grandmother published a book of poems! And that they relate to you! That last line can be applied to many situations symbolically as well. Thanks for sharing!
LikeLiked by 1 person