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"Wind now Sweeping over My Bare Back."
“Wind now sweeping over my bare back.”
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
“I wish I could wrap up the glitter star-green of this moment and hand it to you like an angel gift.
Give you the heat lightning flying in jagged silence over the distant mountains. And the smell of September prairie grass and the even fainter scent of October pine now descending . . .
Give you the invisible sage wind whisking past your cheeks. And the cricket quartets and frog symphonies that play near the creek’s edge.
To collect these sensations like a scientist of the soul and give them to you in their finest hour of coincidence and destiny..”
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
“I wish I could wrap up the glitter star-green of this moment and hand it to you like an angel gift.
Give you the heat lightning flying in jagged silence over the distant mountains. And the smell of September prairie grass and the even fainter scent of October pine now descending . . .
Give you the invisible sage wind whisking past your cheeks. And the cricket quartets and frog symphonies that play near the creek’s edge.
To collect these sensations like a scientist of the soul and give them to you in their finest hour of coincidence and destiny..”
"The Everything and Nothing of Money."
"The Everything and Nothing of Money."
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
To remember you so vividly, dancing there, with sweet champagne pulsing through your veins . . . to know what it's like to feel another's presence pulsing through mine. And each time, looking forward to popping that enchanted cork with you and really disappearing from the world as we knew it—wondering if we would ever return.
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
To remember you so vividly, dancing there, with sweet champagne pulsing through your veins . . . to know what it's like to feel another's presence pulsing through mine. And each time, looking forward to popping that enchanted cork with you and really disappearing from the world as we knew it—wondering if we would ever return.
"Who will you be, my Little Ones?"
"Who will you be my Little Ones?"
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
Who will you be, my Little Ones?
Will you dance for the fires of your youth
and run at midnight to water's edge,
diving into summer's heat?
Will you ride a wild mare
to any thought or dream or love of your making?
Will you seek the artistry of your own infatuations
and explore all the reckless and eccentric corners
of your own impetuous world?
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
Who will you be, my Little Ones?
Will you dance for the fires of your youth
and run at midnight to water's edge,
diving into summer's heat?
Will you ride a wild mare
to any thought or dream or love of your making?
Will you seek the artistry of your own infatuations
and explore all the reckless and eccentric corners
of your own impetuous world?
"These Moments Cascade Upon One Another"
"These Moments Cascade Upon One Another"
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
Here at shepherd's dusk, in a valley without echo, I listen for you. With a frayed longing, I hear your shadow voice whispering within me from far away.
I grasp at what is left of this husky sun lying golden upon the upper meadows of lodgepole and bear grass.
I gather the last remnants of the evening's breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten. And I see that behind a cloak of clouds, dalliance suits the canting moon.
Suddenly I do not wish to lose another moment,
And I covet all pristine light.The Legacy Letters
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
Here at shepherd's dusk, in a valley without echo, I listen for you. With a frayed longing, I hear your shadow voice whispering within me from far away.
I grasp at what is left of this husky sun lying golden upon the upper meadows of lodgepole and bear grass.
I gather the last remnants of the evening's breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten. And I see that behind a cloak of clouds, dalliance suits the canting moon.
Suddenly I do not wish to lose another moment,
And I covet all pristine light.The Legacy Letters
"The Legacy Letters"
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
The Legacy Letters is the story of a man who, in the last seven months of his life, reveals his thoughts about life, love, and spirituality through letters and songs that he leaves behind as gift to his children whom he would never see, and to his wife, who he loved deeply.
A Timeless Guidebook to Life
The father's letters are given to his children as a self-help compendium of practical, moral, and philosophical ideas on how to live life, both to when they are children and throughout the entirety of their lives.
A Great and Enduring Love Story
A powerful love story is unveiled within the letters—of how the husband and wife part under tragic circumstances, and of the husband’s attempt to reconcile the great love they once had.
A Life-Transforming Spiritual Journey
The letters become a life-transforming spiritual guide, as the man, in attempting to deal with both his separation and his impending death, reveals to his children—and his wife—his rededication to life, in all of its truthfulness, possibility, and passion.
A Beautiful and Haunting Gift of Songs
In addition to the letters, the man left for his wife and children a collection of songs, which further revealed and charted the intense emotional and spiritual transformation of his last seven months.
By Carew Papritz
The Legacy Letters is the story of a man who, in the last seven months of his life, reveals his thoughts about life, love, and spirituality through letters and songs that he leaves behind as gift to his children whom he would never see, and to his wife, who he loved deeply.
A Timeless Guidebook to Life
The father's letters are given to his children as a self-help compendium of practical, moral, and philosophical ideas on how to live life, both to when they are children and throughout the entirety of their lives.
A Great and Enduring Love Story
A powerful love story is unveiled within the letters—of how the husband and wife part under tragic circumstances, and of the husband’s attempt to reconcile the great love they once had.
A Life-Transforming Spiritual Journey
The letters become a life-transforming spiritual guide, as the man, in attempting to deal with both his separation and his impending death, reveals to his children—and his wife—his rededication to life, in all of its truthfulness, possibility, and passion.
A Beautiful and Haunting Gift of Songs
In addition to the letters, the man left for his wife and children a collection of songs, which further revealed and charted the intense emotional and spiritual transformation of his last seven months.
"The Legacy Letters - His Wife, His Children, His Final Gift."
The Legacy Letters
By: Carew Papritz
A tragedy begins.
A husband and wife separate.
He’s dying.
She doesn’t know.
She’s pregnant.
He can’t return.
Now, he races against time—
In the solitude of a mountain cabin.
In a faraway mountain range.
Trying to finish…
For his children—
His captivating stories and memories, turned into practical, moral and spiritual instructions, now their “guidebook to life.“
For his wife—
His intimate words of great love and deep regret, now his journey of redemption,
now her passage to forgiveness.
Ultimately, he gives his final gift to her,
to them, and now, to us all.
By: Carew Papritz
A tragedy begins.
A husband and wife separate.
He’s dying.
She doesn’t know.
She’s pregnant.
He can’t return.
Now, he races against time—
In the solitude of a mountain cabin.
In a faraway mountain range.
Trying to finish…
For his children—
His captivating stories and memories, turned into practical, moral and spiritual instructions, now their “guidebook to life.“
For his wife—
His intimate words of great love and deep regret, now his journey of redemption,
now her passage to forgiveness.
Ultimately, he gives his final gift to her,
to them, and now, to us all.
The Legacy Letters - Kirkus Reviews - July 1, 2013
Kirkus Reviews
THE LEGACY LETTERS
His Wife, His Children, His Final Gift
Papritz, Carew
King Northern, Inc. (248 pp.)
$21.95 hardcover
ISBN: 978-0985708870; July 1, 2013
BOOK REVIEW
In Papritz’s debut novel, a dying father delivers bittersweet words of wisdom in a series of letters to his unborn children.
The story’s unnamed narrator was recently diagnosed with a terminal illness and given seven months to live. He’s also estranged from his wife, who’s pregnant with his twins. He doesn’t want to endanger the pregnancy, so he keeps his illness a secret from her and retires to a mountain cabin.
There, he writes the letters to that make up this book—a guidebook for the twins about love, loss, childhood, growing up and everything in between. Some of the letters are bubbly and optimistic, extolling the virtues of first kisses and autumn days; others are melancholy and pensive, revealing the narrator’s pain at leaving the world—and his family—too soon.
Papritz’s writing overflows with folksy hyperbole,which can be both an asset and a burden. Some readers may roll their eyes at such over-the-top language as “Cause a conniption and a bucketful of mischief. Dance a monkey-doodle.” Often, however, the author’s knack for unusual phrasing makes for fresh, arresting images, as when the narrator writes, “I gather the last remnants of the evening’s breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.” The novel’s plot is wispy, at best; there’s very little information about the conflict with his wife or the details of his illness, and those looking for a driving story won’t find it here.
As a collection of short essays, however, the book is deeply immersive, and it has a strong sense of atmosphere that renders such narrative details hardly necessary.
The narrator’s feelings—about the life he’s lived and the death he faces—come off as authentic, and readers will enjoy following him through it.
(The author has also published a longer version called The Legacy Letters Complete, which includes audio recordings of the songs that the narrator writes for his children.
A touching compendium of down-home guidance, short on plot but emotionally potent.
The Legacy Letters
THE LEGACY LETTERS
His Wife, His Children, His Final Gift
Papritz, Carew
King Northern, Inc. (248 pp.)
$21.95 hardcover
ISBN: 978-0985708870; July 1, 2013
BOOK REVIEW
In Papritz’s debut novel, a dying father delivers bittersweet words of wisdom in a series of letters to his unborn children.
The story’s unnamed narrator was recently diagnosed with a terminal illness and given seven months to live. He’s also estranged from his wife, who’s pregnant with his twins. He doesn’t want to endanger the pregnancy, so he keeps his illness a secret from her and retires to a mountain cabin.
There, he writes the letters to that make up this book—a guidebook for the twins about love, loss, childhood, growing up and everything in between. Some of the letters are bubbly and optimistic, extolling the virtues of first kisses and autumn days; others are melancholy and pensive, revealing the narrator’s pain at leaving the world—and his family—too soon.
Papritz’s writing overflows with folksy hyperbole,which can be both an asset and a burden. Some readers may roll their eyes at such over-the-top language as “Cause a conniption and a bucketful of mischief. Dance a monkey-doodle.” Often, however, the author’s knack for unusual phrasing makes for fresh, arresting images, as when the narrator writes, “I gather the last remnants of the evening’s breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.” The novel’s plot is wispy, at best; there’s very little information about the conflict with his wife or the details of his illness, and those looking for a driving story won’t find it here.
As a collection of short essays, however, the book is deeply immersive, and it has a strong sense of atmosphere that renders such narrative details hardly necessary.
The narrator’s feelings—about the life he’s lived and the death he faces—come off as authentic, and readers will enjoy following him through it.
(The author has also published a longer version called The Legacy Letters Complete, which includes audio recordings of the songs that the narrator writes for his children.
A touching compendium of down-home guidance, short on plot but emotionally potent.
The Legacy Letters
"The Yeas and Nays of Growing Old"
"The Yeas and Nays of Growing Old"
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
The trick to not growing old is to:
Stay curious.
Keep your teeth.
Stay hopeful.
Do everything gracefully, yet kick when you have to.The Legacy Letters
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
The trick to not growing old is to:
Stay curious.
Keep your teeth.
Stay hopeful.
Do everything gracefully, yet kick when you have to.The Legacy Letters
"Starting the Day"
"Starting the Day"
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
Sometimes we make being happy so difficult. And being thankful such a chore. Starting the day like a job we hate. Beginning it like swallowing ten tablespoons of devil-made cough syrup.
Because somehow along the way we forget that being alive and healthy and happy are noble goals-or just good ideas.
And that the opposite of being alive is being dead. What a choice.
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
Sometimes we make being happy so difficult. And being thankful such a chore. Starting the day like a job we hate. Beginning it like swallowing ten tablespoons of devil-made cough syrup.
Because somehow along the way we forget that being alive and healthy and happy are noble goals-or just good ideas.
And that the opposite of being alive is being dead. What a choice.
"On Being Old"
"On Being Old"
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
Being old is for grumps, crabby-heads, and whiners whose main goal is to drag everyone and everything down into their miserable knothole.
Ignore the bastards.
The Legacy Letters
By Carew Papritz
Being old is for grumps, crabby-heads, and whiners whose main goal is to drag everyone and everything down into their miserable knothole.
Ignore the bastards.
