I
love the randomness of this postcard.
The roads made me think of how busy life is, especially this week as
I prepare to go to the annual AWP Conference. (You’ll find me at table X13,
representing Little Patuxent Review. Stop by to say hello!)
We
use such odd terms for highway constructions – terms that have nothing to do
with speed. Cloverleaf. Jug handle. Artery. I was thinking about that and the
trees in the photograph, which reminded me of my parents’ home in the Catskill
Mountains.
Jug Handle
The
jug is small,
a
creamer glazed blue,
chip in its rounded lip.
The potter who lives
chip in its rounded lip.
The potter who lives
down
my parents’ street
spun it on her wheel.
spun it on her wheel.
The
handle seems
an
afterthought,
the clay a bowed piece
the clay a bowed piece
of
pulled taffy
hardened
in the kiln.
They spend summers
They spend summers
in
the mountains−
the
potter, my parents−
where
a jug handle
is
what my mother uses
to pick up the old creamer
to pick up the old creamer
when
someone has stopped in
and
said yes, he has time
for
a cup of coffee.
Laura
Shovan
In reality, the handmade jug in the poem lives with me, not at my mother's house. |
Speaking
of tea and postcards, both figure prominently in one of the most inventive children’s
books we own, The Jolly Pocket Postman.
It was written and illustrated by Janet and Allan Ahlberg, first published in the U.S. in 1995 by Little, Brown and
Company. The U.K. edition (also 1995) published by William Heinemann Ltd.
Think
of this book as a mailman’s guide to your favorite, classic children’s stories, with a
little taste of Griffin and Sabine thrown in to keep it interesting.
The
first page is an envelope. It’s addressed: “For You.” Open it!
Inside
is a postcard. The poem on the back begins,
“Dear
Reader, pleased to meet you;
Welcome to this book.”
The
greeting explains that the pocket you have opened also contains a little magnifying
glass, which you'll find in its own envelope.
Then
the story, written in verse, gets going.
"Once
upon a summer’s morning,
The
Jolly Postman woke up yawning,
Cooked
his breakfast, fed the dog,
Read
the paper, kissed the frog…"
We
follow the postman as he makes deliveries to Rapunzel, gets bonked on the head
by a giant rattle falling from the sky (he may have passed a little too close
to that beanstalk), and slides down a familiar rabbit hole. There, we find a spiral message.
Every
other page or so is a pocket. One has a map entitled “Follow the Yellow Brick Road.” Old
McDonald’s Farm, The Emerald City, The Neverland, Mr. McGregor’s Garden, and
The Land of Counterpane are some of the places featured on the tiny map.
Several
other pockets contain stories within the story, for which you will need that
magnifying glass.
A story within the story, literally. |
And an even tinier story within that! |
The book ends with a postwoman delivering a special message to our hero.
The Jolly Pocket Postman is out of print, but you can find used copies. For the price of a new copy, you could send a whole lot of postcards.
Postcard
Information:
SOCO
GAP
Scene
Soco Gap, at the intersection of the Blue Ridge Parkway and U.S. 19, is the
marked boundary of the Qualla Reservation of the Cherokee Indians and was the
gateway to the last Cherokee stronghold in Western North Carolina.
©1969
Aerial Photography Services, Inc., Charlotte, N.C.
47033-C
dp
MADE BY DEXTER PRESS, INC.
WEST
NYACK, NEW YORK
Pub.
by Aerial Photography Services, Inc., P.O. Box 27112, Charlotte, N.C. 28208
Oh my, Griffin and Sabine!! LOVE THOSE BOOKS. I will have to meet the jolly little postman too. :) I also love where you went with this poem. Makes me want to find the metaphor for our most popular interstate intersection: "Malfunction Junction." Have fun at AWP! xo
ReplyDeleteHello, Irene. So many people have mentioned G&S in connection with my postcard project. It's been years since I read the books. I'll have to go back to them!
ReplyDeleteAlright -- now you have challenged yourself. I look forward to your Malfunction Junction poem.
Laura, AWP is just down the road from me (I'm in southern NH). Maybe I'll head down and go to the book exhibit, since it's free. If I do, I'll be sure to stop by X13!
ReplyDeleteOMG! I LOVE the Jolly Pocket Postman. I'll have to dig out my copy.
ReplyDeleteFaboo poem, Laura -- I confess though I've heard cloverleaf and artery when it comes to roads, I'd never heard of jug handle (and my civil engineer husband used to design highways and interchanges).
BUT, I do love the jug handle in your poem so that evens it out, right? :D
Diane -- It would be great to meet you at last! I hope the weather cooperates this week.
ReplyDeleteJama, thank you for the note. I had a feeling you'd know about this book. I had to ask my husband (an engineer by training, but not in practice) exactly what a jug handle is. As it turns out, NOT what is pictured on the post card. But I think of the cards as jumping off points so, yes, it evens out.
I don't have the Jolly Pocket Postman, but have The Jolly Postman. This looks wonderful! I love your jug handle poem, Laura, a little memory captured because of a postcard. Nice to see the picture too! And we have a place where two highways intersect that's called the 'mousetrap'!
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