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The Travelling Blues

A couple of years ago, a co-worker was looking for a book to take on a vacation to Chicago. I immediately suggested “The Time Traveller’s Wife”  by Audrey Niffennegger. I know if I ever visit Chicago, this is the book I will be re-reading . And I will definitely be visiting the Newberry Library, where Henry worked and  first met Clare (although she met him for the first time when she was six!). I may even use it as a travel guide, and visit some of Henry and Clare’s other favorite places.

Since then, the idea of reading a book that takes place in the city of my travel destination has intrigued me. However, I haven’t been too successful in implementing this plan for two reasons: I don’t travel very often and I always forget to pick out a book before I leave!

While preparing for my recent trip to Nashville, I thought this would be my chance – I would pick out a novel with a Nashville setting. I did a little research, but found a lot of detective stories I wasn’t interested in. Then I found a book called “Velva Jean Learns to Fly” by Jennifer Niven. It sounded good, about a young girl trying to make it in Nashville. But then I did a little more research and realized that it was a sequel to another novel, which was not set in Nashville. And I didn’t have time to read the first novel before leaving on the trip – foiled again! (And no, I do not have the capability to read the second book in a series first!)

But the books still sounded good to me, so I recently read the first book, “Velva Jean Learns to Drive”. I quickly discovered that this would have been the perfect book to take with me to Nashville. Though not set in Nashville, the Music City plays a very large role in this novel. And it would have answered the  question I posted in this blog post about who was the first person to think those colorful and sparkly costumes at the Country Music Hall of Fame were a good idea. I think the answer is probably someone who had been a little girl like Velva Jean, growing up in Appalachia, barefoot and wearing a patched and faded dress. A girl whose dream was to “be a singer at the Grand Ole Opry, with an outfit made of satin and rhinestones and a pair of high-heeled boots.”

“Velva Jean Learns to Drive” chronicles the challenges Velva Jean faces in the pursuit of her Nashville dream, from the ages of 10 through 18. The novel is set in the mountains of North Carolina in the late 30’s, during the construction of the Blue Ridge Parkway. (Which I had just read a little bit about while reading “A Walk in the Woods” by Bill Bryson). I thought this was a very good story with   fully developed  characters – no one was either all good or all bad. Just like life. And I liked Velva Jean and had faith in her. Even when the choices she made seemed wrong, I knew she would eventually get on the right road.

My favorite quote was this description of the feelings evoked when Velva Jean hears, for the first time, someone  playing the blues:

“I’d never heard music like that before. It was raw and angry and sweet all at once.  It made me think of a thunderstorm and lightning and the way I felt after a good cry. It made me think of bad women who lived in cities – women who rouged their bosoms –  of hobo jungles, of riding the rails. It made me think of mean corn liquor that didn’t leave a hangover. It made me think of running from a panther, of blood streaming down my leg, of a train wreck in the dark, dark night. I saw Danny Deal’s body lying cold under a blanket. I saw his bright yellow truck and me behind the wheel.”

I think that’s a pretty good description of the power music (or any art) has to move people. Incidently,  that quote it pretty much a synopsis of the book!

I also enjoyed the sweet relationship between Velva Jean and her brother, Johnny Clay, one that you don’t see often in novels (or at least I don’t).

Like “Saving CeeCee Honeycutt” and the novels of Lorna Landvik, this is a nice novel with a great sense of time and place. Velva Jean faces many challenges, but you know she will eventually persevere. And you know, once she learns to drive, exactly where she will be driving! I’m looking forward to reading her adventures in Nashville and beyond!


Dress Up!

This weekend I did one of my favorite things – dress shopping! More specifically, dress shopping for people who aren’t me. I went dress shopping with my daughter and her bridesmaids for bridesmaids dresses.

Ever since she was a baby, I have loved buying dresses for my daughter. I was sometimes too extravagant in my purchases, but when I saw a dress that I just loved on her, it was hard for me to resist. And I didn’t try too hard! When she was little, I rationalized by telling myself that she would grow up soon enough and be picking out her own dresses (or maybe she would turn into one of those girls who hates dresses and refuses to wear them!). But I created a girly girl, and we still going shopping for dresses. She’s smart enough to know that if she tries on a dress I love on her, I will buy it!

I trace all this dress obsession back to the “saga of the green dresses”. When I was very young, my Mom bought three matching (olive!) green dresses for me and my two older sisters to wear for Easter. I wore  those three green dresses until I outgrew each of them. I don’t remember how I felt wearing it that first Easter, but  I know how I felt after repeated wearings- I felt they were the ugliest dresses in the world, and I felt that color green was the ugliest color in the world! When I was able to buy my own clothes, it was a very, very long time before I bought green!

I thought I had a picture of my sisters and I in the infamous dresses, but I guess my Mom has them all. Can’t imagine why I left that photo behind!

After we were  finished bridesmaid dress shopping, though, I got to thinking of another set of matching dresses, and this was a much happier memory. When I was young (8 or 9?) my aunt got married, and all of us kids were invited to the wedding. It was the first wedding I ever attended, and it is still a vivid, happy childhood memory. Of course my Mom (the matron of honor), had to figure out how to dress eight kids appropriately for a wedding. What she did was make 5 matching dresses for the girls (my youngest sister either hadn’t been born yet or was an infant).  She made them in white eyelet, but each of them had a different color underneath. Mine was purple – and that remained my favorite color for a very long time. I probably had to wear my sister’s blue and pink ones at some point in time, but it didn’t bother me. I remember thinking that purple eyelet dress was beautiful and being so proud to have a Mom that could make something like that.

Here’s a picture:

Feeling pretty in purple!

So it was a fun day watching 3 beautiful girls try on beautiful dresses. And it was nice that they all looked great in the same dress and seemed happy with the choice.

Now it’s on to my epic hunt for a dress for the wedding! It is not nearly as fun as shopping for someone else, but I’ll try to enjoy the process. I’m looking for a happy dress for a happy occasion. I’m trying to  ignore the great- grandma dresses in beige and putty – I’ll even take green over those colors!