Reading Frankie Ravan is like opening the windows of an Advent calendar; inspired by miniatures, pointillist paintings, and country quilts, the vignettes reveal a rural coming-of-age story full of adventure, delight, superstition, humor, and curiosity. Frankie-eight years old in 1958-grew up in Crawford's Nook, then on the old Ravan homestead on Upper Burnt Ruby Creek. During this period the mountain community was haunted by memories of untimely death. Frankie enjoyed his life with wonder until an awareness of these deaths entered his experience. He learned relief from the sadness of death when a nearly forgotten ancestor showed him how to look deeply into the beauty of the world. As he looked he sensed the presence of all those who had gone before; and they, too, were watching the world around him, hovering behind and above like vibrant images in frescoes on cathedral ceilings, observing something wondrous about their own and others' lives.Thinking that a dog or cat had been hit by a car and had crawled into the woodpile to die, she went inside to see. Wood was scattered all over the woodshed floor and there was still dust in the air. The place reeked of sawdust and cat urine. ... Ia#39;ll get Russell to have a look.a aWell ... Russell, who was inside having a piece of gooseberry pie and coffee, got up and went out into the back yard to investigate.
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