Word: river
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...parents made their decision. George Wolfe, 54, a storekeeper for the Camas Prairie Railroad, packed his family off to a log cabin on an abandoned gold-mining claim in the isolated, rugged Salmon River Canyon, 80 miles from the nearest high school, eight miles by rubber raft from the nearest road. There Reho Wolfe, who once attended a normal school, set up a school-within-a-home, arranged for texts, lessons and tests through a correspondence course. Wolfe, a high school graduate, who has had music training, continued his job in Lewiston, commuted to the cabin on weekends, when...
...Dove left his wife and son, went to live on a scow on Manhattan's Harlem River. Finally he managed to scrape together enough money to buy an old 42-ft. yawl from his friend and benefactor, William S. Hart, oldtime cowboy star of the silent movies. With his second wife, he cruised Long Island Sound for the next eleven years. Wind, water and sand became the essence of some of Dove's best work. Ferry Boat Wreck-Oyster Bay (1931) catches the essence of a lurking hulk beneath the sound's green water and the fiery...
...personally anarchic, Wolfe recoiled at the restrictions of New England morals. He imagined that the entire weight of false convention was pressing in upon him. The Boston social structure seemed meaningless, and its products void of emotion, and therefore they were repugnant and disgusting. In Of Time and the River, which includes a rather distorted chronicle of the Harvard years, he mentions the coldness of New England, and his resultant inability to have a physical desire for any Boston woman...
...letters of the period, occur again and again in the great autobiographical novels. Though the eventual failure of Welcome to Our City produced a temporary disenchantment with the University and Professor Baker, Wolfe later acknowledged his debt to both. In the first draft of Of Time and the River he wrote: "Harvard--the one place he had found where utter freedom had been given him to read think and say what he liked.... Few places have meant more...
...starkly in cold October air, the white fires of steel processing burn inexorably into the small hours of the morning. At the foot of South Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, a Lehigh Valley R. R. Co. freight train hisses steam for ten minutes and then continues along the shore of the Lehigh River. One of many steelworkers on the night shift of the Bethlehem Steel Company, a huge plant which stretches out of the city for almost five miles, lifts his goggles and sits on an iron pig to eat a supper of cold pork and white bread. For him, and thousands...