A Pooh Bear, to be specific.
My first introduction to the hills and dales and woods of England had to be Winnie the Pooh and his gang of friends. I read books, listened to records, watched the show, as they cavorted around the 100 Acre Woods, getting into scrapes, helping each other out, teaching me about friendship. I soaked it up, every bit, like Pooh and his precious honey.
Later, my mom gave me a set of James Herriot books one Christmas. This was probably the time I fell in love with the natural world of England. I read this series cover to cover, and although I did not always understand everything that was happening as I was kind of young still, I knew that there was something special happening. My suburban eyes were opened to another time, another world. a completely different way of life, that of a large animal country vet. I always loved animals, and these books made me laugh, but they also made me cry. Herriot’s love for his Yorkshire Dales made me love them too. These became books that I reread still to this day. Incidentally, my grandfather was born almost exactly to the day, one year before James Herriot, in the very same town of Sunderland, England. I like to think about them possibly being strolled about on the same sidewalks and into the same shops.
Later, I found Watership Down, not quite a book about the English countryside or woods, but nevertheless, these rabbits braved their way across many a hill and forest until they reached Watership Down. And is still my very favorite book today.
Somewhere in all this, I gave my heart to British nature writing – something I didn’t even realize I was completely avid about until a year or so ago, when I stumbled upon Meadowland by John Lewis-Stempel. His poetic observations captured my imaginings, and my love of nature. Like Herriot, his love of his homeland and surroundings is quite evident in his descriptions, the beautiful imagery and words. Stempel describes himself in The Wood as a country writer, writing what he says he knows best. In Meadowland, the Private Life of an English Field, Stempel shares his field study in diary form of the life and death happenings that occur there, the flora, the fauna- the wildflowers, the foxes who seem to recognize him from his rambles, the hedgehogs and birds, to the smallest little insects.
Since then I have read The Glorious Life of the Oak, which is about exactly what you would think, the Oak, its significance to England’s history, folklore and poetry. I learned more than I thought I could ever learn about the Oak tree, which is quite alright, as our family holds acorns and oaks symbolically, as symbols of hope and strength. This Christmas, my husband gifted me The Wood: The Life and Times of Cockshutt Wood, and I have been savoring it, reading it slowly, but still I am almost done with this foray into an English wood.
As a nature lover, I was stunned to learn that the new edition of the Oxford Junior Dictionary decided to drop about forty words, all pertaining to nature. They deemed these words not essential, not used enough by children to warrant their place in the dictionary, and were replaced by tech words like blog, cut and paste, voicemail. The list of lost words included so many of my favorites things! Dandelion, acorn, bluebell, fern, magpie, otter, willow- all gone from the dictionary, but hopefully not from the minds of the people who use it. Author Robert MacFarlane and illustrator Jackie Morris have created their own book, a place for these words to live on, called The Lost Words. This book is amazingly beautiful, with gorgeous full page artwork illustrations, and poems designed to capture the readers mind and imagination, to keep the words and what they represent alive. It is one of my favorite books, and I love getting it out and looking through it with my son.
I imagine I will keep this up, reading more of Lewis-Stempel and MacFarlane and whoever else I run into on the way. They are amazing tributes to our natural world and inspirational, encouraging me in their way to get outside sometimes and enjoy the wonders of nature, away from my phone and my computer and television. To look and listen and watch and be a part of that world too. And maybe one day I’ll even get to England!
7 thoughts on “This journey began with a bear..”
What a wonderful post of feeling and nostalgia.
Thanks Stefanie! I was a little nervous to post it, it is so different from my norm 🙂
I really enjoyed these musings, with a littering of bookish chat in between. I’m from England, and do indeed live in the UK (Wales now), and also love reading about nature so I can resonate with a lot of what you’re saying here.
We own The Lost Words also, and absolutely love it. It is nonsense that they’ve removed the words from the junior dictionary – it frustrated me ever so slightly when reading The Lost Words, knowing that many of those words are used within our household, with my own child, often, and the tech ones definitely aren’t!
Great to hear that Watership Down is a favourite book of yours… I’ve never read it, much to the shock of many, but actually borrowed it from the library this week – so that will be rectified!
I do hope hat one day you’re able to explore & experience an English wood, Erin.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I would love to visit one day – top of my list! I would love to see where my grandparents came from, and visit all these areas I’ve only read about. 🙂
I was so nervous about this post lol. It’s so different from my usual! I’m glad that you enjoyed it! It blows my mind that those words were removed! How sad is that? I also just learned about the Wainwright awards books and I’m going to try to read those too. Thanks so much for commenting and tweeting my post! 🙂
Pingback: My Sunday-Monday Post | Still Life, With Cracker Crumbs..
Pingback: Nonfiction November- Nonfiction Favorites – Still Life, With Cracker Crumbs..
Pingback: My Favorite Reads of 2019 – Still Life, With Cracker Crumbs..