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Oh my, it s fruitcake weather This has to be one of the sweetest, most nostalgic of little stories I ve ever read I loved it Seven year old Buddy and sixty something Miss Sook are distant cousins and best friends They share a house with one another, along with various other relatives, and have a precious bond due to the fact that Miss Sook, despite her age, is like a child herself This story recounts one of Capote s Christmas childhood memories of this unlikely friendship Surely, we all have a memory or two of holidays long gone that seem to endurethan others Perhaps a certain tradition that we hold dear to our hearts is recollected when we catch a glimpse of something familiar, or hear a certain song, or maybe even smell a particular aroma of a savory or sweet treat baking in an oven Buddy s special Christmas memory captures the pleasure of preparing fruitcakes with Miss Sook, creating homemade gifts for one another, and sharing the companionship of a beloved dog What I delighted in most about A Christmas Memory is that Capote tells the story in such a way that I feel like I ve been there, done that although I ve never in my life baked a fruitcake I don t even like fruitcake perhaps because I ve never tasted one made with such love and just the right whiskey, to boot I might even go so far as to make one myself or not In any case, I highly recommend this little treasure to anyone that loves to reminisce about the good old days I will make the reading of this short story an annual tradition in my house A new 5 star favorite Imagine a morning in late November A coming of winter morningthan twenty years ago Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town A great black stove is its main feature but there is also a big round table and a fireplace with two rocking chairs placed in front of it Just today the fireplace commenced its seasonal roar A woman with shorn white hair is standing at the kitchen window She is wearing tennis shoes and a shapeless gray sweater over a summery calico dress She is small and sprightly, like a bantam hen but, due to a long youthful illness, her shoulders are pitifully hunched Her face is remarkable not unlike Lincoln s, craggy like that, and tinted by sun and wind but it is delicate, too, finely boned, and her eyes are sherry colored and timid Oh my, she exclaims, her breath smoking the windowpane, It s fruitcake weather Always, the path unwinds through lemony sun pools and pitch vine tunnels I wish that I could have gone down that lemony sun pool path with seven year old Buddy Truman Capote and his cousin Miss Sook What a delightful woman she was, and he was so fortunate to have had her in is life Together they made Christmas a joy Miss Sook made around 30 fruitcakes for people that she knew in town, storekeepers, the mailman, and anyone else that they liked, and this year when they bought whiskey for the cake, they bought it from Mr HaHa, who gave it to them in exchange for a fruitcake He was a scary man to approach, but approach him they did.As they wound down their lemony path, they had to come up with money for making the cake, so they had saved money throughout the year from selling flowers they picked here and there Movies then were only a dime, and I recall picking flowers to sell so I could go to the movies twice a week, as my mother would only give me a quarter for my allowance, which got me into the movies on Saturdays with some leftover to buy cola, popcorn, Flick s candy, or Milk Duds Who remembers Flick s candy They only tasted good to me if I sucked them, otherwise that chocolate was horrible A few years ago I found them at a store here in town and watched a movie on TV while letting them melt in my mouth I saved the package.During those years of picking flowers for the Sunday matinees, I found a fenced in yard that had no lawn, just flowers everywhere, and I asked the woman who gardened if I could have some to sell She allowed me to pick some, but not enough to continue this practice, since she loved looking at her flowers too To gather up enough money to make fruitcakes each year, Buddy and Miss Sook held rummage sales, sold buckets of hand picked blackberries, jars of homemade jam and apple jelly and peach preserves, and as I already said, flowers that they gathered from different places were also sold The 40s and 50s were a time when peaches tasted like peaches, when jam tasted like the fruit it was made from, and so my grandmother made the best peach jam, just as I am sure Miss Sook had.This was Truman Capote s childhood memory, and it is so beautifully written, and one of the best Christmas stories ever Miss Sook was rather eccentric, like the woman in the book Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson who took care of children I love eccentric people like this, and I wish that I had them in my life when I was a child I remember so little of my Christmases, and like Truman Capote I was given mostly clothes.Sook s Fruitcake Recipe Sook s Famous Christmas Memory Fruitcake 2 1 2 lb Brazil nuts 2 1 2 lb White and dark raisins mixed 1 2 lb Candied cherries 1 2 lb Candied pineapple 1 lb Citron 1 2 lb Blanched almonds 1 2 lb Pecan halves 1 2 lb Black walnuts 1 2 lb Dried figs 1 tb Nutmeg 1 tb Cloves 2 tb Grated bitter chocolate 8 oz Grape jelly 8 oz Grape juice 8 oz Bourbon whisky 1 tb Cinnamon 1 tb Allspice 2 c Butter 2 c Sugar 12 Eggs 4 c Flour Cut the fruits and nuts into small pieces, and coat them with some of the flour Cream the butter and sugar together, adding one egg at a time, beating well Add the rest of the flour Add the floured fruits and nuts, spices, seasoning, and flavorings Mix by hand Line a large cake tin with wax paper, grease, then flour Pour the mixture into the pan and put it in a steamer over cold water Close the steamer and bring the water to a rolling boil Lower the heat and steam the cake for about four and one half hours Preheat oven to around 250 degrees, and bake for one hour From Sook s Cookbook and made famous in Truman Capote s A Christmas Memory. Capote s Holiday Memoirs The Whispers of Memory Truman Capote s The Thanksgiving Visitor was chosen as a Moderator s Choice by Laura Webber, The Tall Woman, as a read for the group On the Southern Literary Trail for November, 2014These reflections have been written over the course of nearly three years After my wife read these thoughts, she pointed out the importance of marking the time of thoughts in connection with the events of our lives December 24, 2011Perhaps I should say this is not so much the review of a book, but the response A Christmas Memory still draws from me each year when I read it Perhaps it is just a simple statement of the preciousness of memory and the gift it brings us to keep things alive within us, though those things have been gone from us for many years.Things Toys, books, friends, parents, lovers, spouses, children What would we do without the gift of memory How would we survive Without it, we would be nothing but empty shells mindlessly living in the moment.On an old revolving bookcase in my library are some of my favorite books Faulkner and Fitzgerald, Hemingway and Steinbeck fill the little shelves that turn easily at the push of a finger Eudora Welty is there, as is Flannery O Conner, Carson McCullers and Thomas Wolfe My beloved To Kill a Mockingbird rests underneath a miniature of the old Monroeville courthouse on a shelf up on the wall overlooking the little bookcase that holds the treasures of my imagination I glance up at it and back down to the little case that spins so easily There is Erskine Caldwell And there is Truman Capote There is a copy of the complete short stories of the little man who spent his summers with Harper Lee in Monroeville when they were children.Normally two slender volumes stand next to the Capote short stories They are slipcased editions of The Thanksgiving Visitor and a Christmas Memory I have taken them to the bedside table because it is time to read them onceThe Holidays have begun Thanksgiving has come and gone I could re shelve The Thanksgiving Visitor, but I never do until I have read A Christmas Memory onceRemembrance of Things Past They are a matched set inways than one The Thanksgiving Visitor is in a blue slipcase, A Christmas Memory is in red Each has a photograph of a very young Truman Capote and his best childhood friend, Aunt Sook, tipped onto the case The books slide easily from their cases for I have read them so many times Each is a testament to the art of making books one does not often find any The gold titles still gleam along the spines Each page is on paper so thick I can feel the rag content between my fingers There is still the faint smell of the typesetter s ink Or is it only my imagination Does it matter The dark green endpapers turn stiffly at the insistence of my finger, reminding me something special is inside And in each of them is the spidery Spenserian handwriting of my grandmother, Xmas 1980, Ammomie and Papa Evidence of love surrounds us It is that inscription that urges me to take these little books out each year For in addition to the joy and simple kindness of Capote s holiday memories are the memories of my own Thanksgivings and Christmases, some joyous and some not, especially those holidays without my grandparents, both of whom have been gone now over twenty years Yet I still long for their presence, I find them with meoften now because of the gift of memories, especially the sweetest ones.But reading these little stories, seeing my grandmother s little inscription, bring my grandparents back to me in ways I could not have without the weight of these books in my hand They are the physical ties that bind us together no matter how many years we may be apart, no matter how many years it may be before we hopefully are together again, or not Who is to say Who knows I certainly don t.So it is Christmas Eve onceTonight I will read A Christmas Memory I have lost count of the times I have read it.Today my mother s kitchen will be redolent with the aromas of Roast Turkey, buttermilk pie, sweet potato souffle and sweet bourbon corn pudding The cornbread dressing will be steaming and the giblet gravy will be hot and succulent I will share the table today with my wife and mother I will be thankful for home and family and the memory of those I love who will not be sharing our table today, whether separated by simple miles or death itself I will raise a toast to each of those dear to me and I will feel their presence around the table because of two little books given to me one Christmas morningthan thirty years ago.Though there will be no fruitcake at our table, I will delight in Sook s excited call to Buddy It s Fruitcake Weather I have walked the streets of Monroeville, Alabama, many times There is little sign of Truman Capote or Nelle Harper Lee in that town, other than the old Courthouse, now a museum Truman Capote s childhood summer and Christmas home is a vacant lot Ms Lee s home, if my geography is right, is occupied by something akin to a Dairy Queen, though some owner long past decided the name recognition was not worth the franchise price to have it.Whether you celebrate Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, or nothing at all, I wish each of you the best of memories for the coming day.To Life Mike Addendum December 24, 2013The Christmas dinner described above was the last my wife and I shared with my Mother We were fortunate to have her with us through Thanksgiving and Christmas Our homes were two doors apart My wife and I moved into her home to be her caregivers Mother died February 1, 2012 I am fortunate to have a number of books given to me by her through the years I am mindful of the poet W.S Merwin who told us, What you remember saves you Yes, it does Another Thanksgiving, Evening, November 22, 2014Tomorrow, my wife Martha Jo and I begin our Thanksgiving trip to Wilmington, North Carolina Waiting for us there will be MJ s brother, Bill, whom MJ once hit over the head with a cast iron skillet because he insisted on watching Bonanza when she wanted to watch Lucy His wife, Anne, will be producer and director of all activities She was not the former Postmistress of Killingsworth, Connecticut, for nothing Bill commonly tells people he is also from Connecticut However the most important person in Wilmington we will see is Zola Mae Boston, MJ and Bill s mother Zola Mae is ninety five years young She is from Dallas, Texas, as is MJ, and, of course, Bill Although Bill is quite adroit in addressing anyone in a clipped Connecticut accent, when he tells anyone in Zola Mae s presence he is from Connecticut, she corrects him Why, Bill Boston, you re not from Connecticut You re from Dallas, Texas I ought to know I was there when you were born I rather enjoy seeing a Texan denying his heritage chastened chuckle So it is not that I am without family I am embraced by them, particularly Zola Mae who loves how I say Alabama That our accents are not that different has not occurred to her The Thanksgiving Visitor and A Christmas Memory have both been carried to Wilmington Holiday dinners there are not small affairs Friends and neighbors fill the house Extra tables and chairs are brought in Each couple, group, single, brings a dish.Following dinner, I have read each of Capote s memoirs aloud in character And these stories have become part of the memories of many others over two previous holiday seasons I can do it straight And, yes, I can channel Capote, which rather unnerves even me.This year these little books grow evenspecial to me as I read the comments of The Trail members while they experience Capote s stories One mother is reading The Thanksgiving Visitor to her ten year old daughter She s a smart child She likes Buddy s friend and says the narrator is good Now there s another child who will have some special memories of her own.In all our lives we have memories both bitter and sweet Nobody said it better than Robert Frost In three words I can sum up everything I ve learned about life it goes on Happy Thanksgiving Should you not have occasion to celebrate that holiday, simply find a reason to remember it Each day is a gift. A Christmas memory, Truman Capote A Christmas Memory is a short story by Truman Capote Originally published in Mademoiselle magazine in December 1956, it was reprinted in The Selected Writings of Truman Capote in 1963 It was issued in a stand alone hardcover edition by Random House in 1966, and it has been published in many editions and anthologies since.The largely autobiographical story, which takes place in the 1930s, describes a period in the lives of the seven year old narrator and an elderly woman who is his distant cousin and best friend The evocative narrative focuses on country life, friendship, and the joy of giving during the Christmas season, and it also gently yet poignantly touches on loneliness and loss 1389 96 9789646542518 20 Actually I ve read this little sparkling gem for five years in a row,and will have been reading until I have memorized the whole passages.Let me add this this is one of Haruki Murakami s favs,and his Japanese translation is great Good stories easily leap beyond the barrier of languages.It s an undeniable fact. We are each other s best friends. I ve watched the television special countless times now, so it was impossible to read this without hearing Capote s voice Imagine a morning in late November A coming of winter morningthan twenty years ago. This short vignette tells of the last Christmas Capote spent with his friend, a distant, decades older cousinwe have lived together well, as long as I can remember Other people inhabit the house, relatives and though they have power over us, and frequently make us cry, we are not, on the whole, too much aware of them. The story begins with Capote s cousin best friend waking one morning to declareOh my, it s fruitcake weatherThe two pool their pennies, and set out to gather the ingredients They also make a nervous visit to the scary Mr Haha Jones to purchase forbidden whiskey Thirty cakes are then baked, and sent to far off places like California and Borneo And, of course, one is sent to President Roosevelt.The book ends on Christmas day when the friends exchange gifts, though Capote includes asides that hint at sad and somber events in the future Indeed, nothing can last forever, even the joy of Christmas I absolutely loved this book, though the ending left me in tears That is why, walking across a school campus on this particular December morning, I keep searching the sky As if I expected to see, rather like hearts, a lost pair of kites hurrying toward heaven. This was the sweetest story I loved the premise which is actually a reflection of the author s own life and is set in the time of the Great Depression A grown man is reminiscing on a childhood Christmas memory with his best friend What makes their friendship so special is that Buddy is only 7 and his best friend is his elderly female, childlike cousin whom he had lived with as a child They are on a search for the ingredients to make fruitcakes as Christmas gifts for thirty people but they have no funds Their innocence is charming and their love for each other is sweet There are so many wonderful details packed into this story that make it funny and beautiful and sad, but the ending is so touching I loved how it captured the essence of Christmas with themes of love and giving when times were much simpler It makes one want to create special traditions memories to be passed down through the generations And it reminded me of how my mom who, for as long as I can remember, has made fruitcakes at Christmas for everyone and their brother, taking pride in proclaiming that her recipe is unlike the rest 5 stars Truman Capote really knows how to write a Christmas story I ordered his other, One Christmas I have been collecting the best of Christmas stories for a year, and his book is among them Also try The Thanksgiving Visitor by him And A Cup of Christmas Tea A Child s Christmas in Wales, A Christmas Card, and Christmas in Plains If anyone knows of any that are great please let me know. (Read Book) Ä A Christmas Memory Ù First Published In , This Much Sought After Autobiographical Recollection Of Truman Capote S Rural Alabama Boyhood Has Become A Modern Day Classic We Are Proud To Be Reprinting This Warm And Delicately Illustrated Edition Of A Christmas Memory A Tiny Gem Of A Holiday Story School Library Journal, Starred Review Seven Year Old Buddy Inaugurates The Christmas Season By Crying Out To His Cousin, Miss Sook Falk It S Fruitcake Weather Thus Begins An Unforgettable Portrait Of An Odd But Enduring Friendship Between Two Innocent Souls One Young And One Old And The Memories They Share Of Beloved Holiday Rituals Well, finished tonight with my 10 year old Note to self.last 2 pages don t sit well Lots of tears shed by my daughter and I m trying not to let my voice crack with emotion Easy to get invested in Miss Sook and Buddy Quote by daughter so much love.