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Ecology of a Cracker Childhood
Janisse Ray grew up in a junkyard along U.S. Highway 1, hidden from Florida-bound vacationers by the hedge at the edge of the road and by hulks of old cars and stacks of blown-out tires. Ecology of a Cracker Childhood tells how a childhood spent in rural isolation and steeped in religious fundamentalism grew into a passion to save the almost vanished longleaf pine ecosystem that once covered the South. In language at once colloquial, elegiac, and informative, Ray redeems two Souths.
224 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1999
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Janisse Ray
42 books276 followersis an award-winning and beloved American writer. Her work encourages wild, place-centric, sustainable lives and often calls attention to heart-breaking degradations of the natural world.
She writes the popular Substack TRACKLESS WILD, tracklesswild.substack.com.
Her newsletter for writers, SPIRAL-BOUND, janisseray.substack.com.
She is a sought-after and highly praised teacher of writing. She leads both in-person and online writing workshops, including a summer memoir course online, WRITE YOUR OWN STORY.
You can find more information about workshops and courses at her website.
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Check out her book CRAFT & CURRENT: A MANUAL FOR MAGICAL WRITING.
Janisse has won an American Book Award, Pushcart Prize, Southern Bookseller Award, Southern Environmental Law Center Writing Award, Nautilus Award, and Eisenberg Award, among many others.
Her collection of essays, WILD SPECTACLE, won the Donald L. Jordan Prize for Literary Excellence.
Her books have been translated into Turkish, French, and Italian.
Janisse's first book, ECOLOGY OF A CRACKER CHILDHOOD, recounts her experiences growing up in a junkyard, the daughter of a poor, white, fundamentalist Christian family. The book interweaves family history and memoir with natural history—specifically, descriptions of the ecology of the vanishing longleaf pine forests that once blanketed the Southern coastal plains.
ECOLOGY was followed by many other books, mostly creative nonfiction--often nature writing-- as well as poetry and fiction.
She earned an MFA from the University of Montana, has received two honorary doctorates, and was inducted into the Georgia Writers Hall of Fame. She has been awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award by the Georgia Writer's Association.
She lives on an organic farm inland from Savannah, Georgia, where she enjoys wildflowers, dark chocolate, and the blues.
She writes the popular Substack TRACKLESS WILD, tracklesswild.substack.com.
Her newsletter for writers, SPIRAL-BOUND, janisseray.substack.com.
She is a sought-after and highly praised teacher of writing. She leads both in-person and online writing workshops, including a summer memoir course online, WRITE YOUR OWN STORY.
You can find more information about workshops and courses at her website.
https://janisseray.com/product-catego...
Check out her book CRAFT & CURRENT: A MANUAL FOR MAGICAL WRITING.
Janisse has won an American Book Award, Pushcart Prize, Southern Bookseller Award, Southern Environmental Law Center Writing Award, Nautilus Award, and Eisenberg Award, among many others.
Her collection of essays, WILD SPECTACLE, won the Donald L. Jordan Prize for Literary Excellence.
Her books have been translated into Turkish, French, and Italian.
Janisse's first book, ECOLOGY OF A CRACKER CHILDHOOD, recounts her experiences growing up in a junkyard, the daughter of a poor, white, fundamentalist Christian family. The book interweaves family history and memoir with natural history—specifically, descriptions of the ecology of the vanishing longleaf pine forests that once blanketed the Southern coastal plains.
ECOLOGY was followed by many other books, mostly creative nonfiction--often nature writing-- as well as poetry and fiction.
She earned an MFA from the University of Montana, has received two honorary doctorates, and was inducted into the Georgia Writers Hall of Fame. She has been awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award by the Georgia Writer's Association.
She lives on an organic farm inland from Savannah, Georgia, where she enjoys wildflowers, dark chocolate, and the blues.
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April 9, 2010
Perhaps this book received five stars from me out of a certain bias. I did, after all, attend Janisse Ray's reading at SUNY Oneonta in March 2010. I was entranced by a passion I had never witnessed before. Her Southern drawl, her soft voice that spoke so boldly was with me while I read through her book. I could hear every word come out of her mouth and I knew that every thing she said she meant. Maybe had I not experienced Ray's unrelenting passion, I'd afford this text one less star. I spoke with her after the reading, too. A more genuine, honest, and passionate person may very well not exist.
Her objective here is not to facilitate or perpetuate a loathing of nature's enemies. Her objective is a call to bear arms (metaphorically speaking, of course) - a call to reinstate in humanity a love and respect for the natural world that nourishes us. Her voice is soothing, her words poetic. Referring to a teacher, "Her eyes were black as little universes." This book is one that makes you wake up the next morning and plan a hike through whatever wilderness you have available to you - it will make you stop on the trail and look around and actually count the different trees, maybe commit some of them to memory and learn about their history, and maybe you'll be surprised to even learn that something inanimate like a tree actually has such an intimate history. Her book is one that will force you to stop quietly on the trail and observe the passing snake, to see its beauty and not to be frightened. What makes her so much more lovely than, say, Edward Abbey is that she has hope. She believes firmly that "there is a miracle for you if you keep holding on" and she imagines one day rising from her grave to see her granddaughter's granddaughter roaming the second coming of the forests we are losing today. Abbey, while enjoyable and rather humorous, believes anyone not appreciative of nature is a deadbeat earthling. Abbey is a cynic. Ray believes that we can restore an appreciation - believes that those who underestimate the value of nature simply haven't been shown its wonders. And what she aims to do (and indeed succeeds beautifully) is to show the reader these wonders and drives the reader out of doors to experience them first hand.
Ray's book, though, is more than a eulogy to nature. It is also a memoir that tells of her life growing up in a strictly fundamentalist and dogmatic religious household. She writes this book as a series of vignettes, writing one chapter about a family member, another about a species of bird, and another about growing up in a junkyard. Her book transcends any sort of chronology. But the lack of a fluid narrative (that is, this happened then this happened then this happened) does not detract from the telling of her life story. Life, after all, is not recollected from childhood up to this morning. As you experience your day to day life simple memories are conjured or at once you have this sudden urge to remember everything you can about a family member since deceased. This is Janisse Ray's book - a telling of a story worth telling, a telling of a love worth having, and a plea to save a relationship (man and nature) worth saving.
Her objective here is not to facilitate or perpetuate a loathing of nature's enemies. Her objective is a call to bear arms (metaphorically speaking, of course) - a call to reinstate in humanity a love and respect for the natural world that nourishes us. Her voice is soothing, her words poetic. Referring to a teacher, "Her eyes were black as little universes." This book is one that makes you wake up the next morning and plan a hike through whatever wilderness you have available to you - it will make you stop on the trail and look around and actually count the different trees, maybe commit some of them to memory and learn about their history, and maybe you'll be surprised to even learn that something inanimate like a tree actually has such an intimate history. Her book is one that will force you to stop quietly on the trail and observe the passing snake, to see its beauty and not to be frightened. What makes her so much more lovely than, say, Edward Abbey is that she has hope. She believes firmly that "there is a miracle for you if you keep holding on" and she imagines one day rising from her grave to see her granddaughter's granddaughter roaming the second coming of the forests we are losing today. Abbey, while enjoyable and rather humorous, believes anyone not appreciative of nature is a deadbeat earthling. Abbey is a cynic. Ray believes that we can restore an appreciation - believes that those who underestimate the value of nature simply haven't been shown its wonders. And what she aims to do (and indeed succeeds beautifully) is to show the reader these wonders and drives the reader out of doors to experience them first hand.
Ray's book, though, is more than a eulogy to nature. It is also a memoir that tells of her life growing up in a strictly fundamentalist and dogmatic religious household. She writes this book as a series of vignettes, writing one chapter about a family member, another about a species of bird, and another about growing up in a junkyard. Her book transcends any sort of chronology. But the lack of a fluid narrative (that is, this happened then this happened then this happened) does not detract from the telling of her life story. Life, after all, is not recollected from childhood up to this morning. As you experience your day to day life simple memories are conjured or at once you have this sudden urge to remember everything you can about a family member since deceased. This is Janisse Ray's book - a telling of a story worth telling, a telling of a love worth having, and a plea to save a relationship (man and nature) worth saving.
November 8, 2010
If you ever do pick up this book, I suggest you search for videos on YouTube of Janisse Ray and watch a couple of them - ones of her speaking. Her Southern accent is so rich and beautiful; I heard her voice as I read the book.
Janisse Ray grew up in a junkyard, and at first I found her writing to be chaotic like a junkyard. A memory here, a story there. The regularity of the book is that she alternates chapters about her childhood with chapters about local ecology. After a while, though, I grew accustomed to her writing and enjoyed it. What she wrote about in this book - the loss of the majestic longleaf pine forests of the South - is so important, the message transcends the packaging and hits you straight in the heart. This book brought tears to my eyes many 'a time.
One of my favorite passages (you may want to stop here if you might read the book):
"Something happens to you in an old-growth forest. At first you are curious to see the tremendous girth and height of the trees, and you sally forth, eager. You start to saunter, then amble, slower and slower, first like a fox and then an armadillo and then a tortoise, until you are trudging at the pace of an earthworm, and then even slower, the pace of a sassafras leaf's turning. The blood begins to languish in your veins, until you think it has turned to sap. You hanker to touch the trees and embrace them and lean your face against their bark, and you do. You smell them. You look up at leaves so high their shapes are beyond focus, into far branches with circumferences as thick as most trees.
Every limb of your body becomes weighted, and you have to prop yourself up. There's this strange current of energy running skyward, like a thousand tiny bells tied to your capillaries, ringing with your heartbeat. You sit and lean against one trunk - it's like leaning against a house or a mountain. The trunk is your spine, the nerve centers reaching into other worlds, below ground and above. You stand and press your body into the ancestral and enduring, arms wide, and your fingers do not touch. You wonder how big the unseen gap.
If you stay in one place too long, you know you'll root.
I drink old-growth forest in like water. This is the homeland that built us. Here I walk shoulder to shoulder with history - my history. I am in the presence of something ancient and venerable, perhaps of time itself, its unhurried passing marked by immensity and stolidity, each year purged by fire, cinched by a ring. Here mortality's roving hands grapple with air. I can see my place as human in a natural order more grand, whole, and functional than I've ever witnessed, and I am humbled, not frightened, by it. Comforted. It is as if a round table springs up in the cathedral of pines and God graciously pulls out a chair for me, and I no longer have to worry about what happens to souls."
Janisse Ray grew up in a junkyard, and at first I found her writing to be chaotic like a junkyard. A memory here, a story there. The regularity of the book is that she alternates chapters about her childhood with chapters about local ecology. After a while, though, I grew accustomed to her writing and enjoyed it. What she wrote about in this book - the loss of the majestic longleaf pine forests of the South - is so important, the message transcends the packaging and hits you straight in the heart. This book brought tears to my eyes many 'a time.
One of my favorite passages (you may want to stop here if you might read the book):
"Something happens to you in an old-growth forest. At first you are curious to see the tremendous girth and height of the trees, and you sally forth, eager. You start to saunter, then amble, slower and slower, first like a fox and then an armadillo and then a tortoise, until you are trudging at the pace of an earthworm, and then even slower, the pace of a sassafras leaf's turning. The blood begins to languish in your veins, until you think it has turned to sap. You hanker to touch the trees and embrace them and lean your face against their bark, and you do. You smell them. You look up at leaves so high their shapes are beyond focus, into far branches with circumferences as thick as most trees.
Every limb of your body becomes weighted, and you have to prop yourself up. There's this strange current of energy running skyward, like a thousand tiny bells tied to your capillaries, ringing with your heartbeat. You sit and lean against one trunk - it's like leaning against a house or a mountain. The trunk is your spine, the nerve centers reaching into other worlds, below ground and above. You stand and press your body into the ancestral and enduring, arms wide, and your fingers do not touch. You wonder how big the unseen gap.
If you stay in one place too long, you know you'll root.
I drink old-growth forest in like water. This is the homeland that built us. Here I walk shoulder to shoulder with history - my history. I am in the presence of something ancient and venerable, perhaps of time itself, its unhurried passing marked by immensity and stolidity, each year purged by fire, cinched by a ring. Here mortality's roving hands grapple with air. I can see my place as human in a natural order more grand, whole, and functional than I've ever witnessed, and I am humbled, not frightened, by it. Comforted. It is as if a round table springs up in the cathedral of pines and God graciously pulls out a chair for me, and I no longer have to worry about what happens to souls."
February 8, 2020
Y’ALL. This is one of my favorite books, bar none. It is a memoir, both of Janisse Ray’s childhood and of a crucial ecosystem on the brink of extinction.
“The landscape that I was born to, that owns my body: the uplands and lowlands of southern Georgia,” she begins. “Nothing is more beautiful, nothing more mysterious, nothing more breathtaking, nothing more surreal” than longleaf pine forests. These forests used to cover at least 85 million acres across the South. Today, fewer than two million acres remain in varying states of integrity. Only about 10,000 acres — less than 0.001 percent of the original forests — are untouched. All told, about 99 percent of all natural stands are gone.
I grew up in the same land, not far east of Ray. The forests and wildlife she writes of with such intimate knowledge and grace are my home, too. Her profound love and fear for the future for longleaf pine forests felt familiar, and deepened my own feelings. This book is truly exquisite, highlighting the relationship between her rural “Cracker” cultural upbringing and the land in the southern pine forests, and also driving home the responsibility we have to the ecosystem that nurtured us. I will be forever hung up on this passage:
“Sometimes there is no leaving, no looking westward for another promised land. We have to nail our shoes to the kitchen floor and unload the burden of our heart. We have to set to the task of repairing the damage done by and to us.”
I learned so much about the world of my home from this book. It may have niche appeal since the works Ray describes felt like home to me, but I think it would probably hold up as a great read for people outside of southern pine forests. This book is a treasure, and I’m gonna be returning to it — and fighting for the forests — forever.
“The landscape that I was born to, that owns my body: the uplands and lowlands of southern Georgia,” she begins. “Nothing is more beautiful, nothing more mysterious, nothing more breathtaking, nothing more surreal” than longleaf pine forests. These forests used to cover at least 85 million acres across the South. Today, fewer than two million acres remain in varying states of integrity. Only about 10,000 acres — less than 0.001 percent of the original forests — are untouched. All told, about 99 percent of all natural stands are gone.
I grew up in the same land, not far east of Ray. The forests and wildlife she writes of with such intimate knowledge and grace are my home, too. Her profound love and fear for the future for longleaf pine forests felt familiar, and deepened my own feelings. This book is truly exquisite, highlighting the relationship between her rural “Cracker” cultural upbringing and the land in the southern pine forests, and also driving home the responsibility we have to the ecosystem that nurtured us. I will be forever hung up on this passage:
“Sometimes there is no leaving, no looking westward for another promised land. We have to nail our shoes to the kitchen floor and unload the burden of our heart. We have to set to the task of repairing the damage done by and to us.”
I learned so much about the world of my home from this book. It may have niche appeal since the works Ray describes felt like home to me, but I think it would probably hold up as a great read for people outside of southern pine forests. This book is a treasure, and I’m gonna be returning to it — and fighting for the forests — forever.
January 16, 2011
I recommend this book for those interested in biology, ecology, the scrutiny of small environments and the interrelatedness of their living things. The main geographic area discussed is the longleaf pine woods of South Georgia but the savannas and bogs get some time as well. "Longleaf pine is the tree that grows in the upland flatwoods of the coastal plains. Miles and miles of longleaf and wiregrass, the ground cover that coevolved with the pine, once covered the left hip of North America from Virginia to the Florida peninsula, west past the Mississippi River . . ."
Of course this environment is almost completely gone now. Its demise followed the end of the Civil War. In 1883, "a writer in the New York Times" warned the South that they should "protect their forests against the lumberers who had destroyed Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota." I was surprised that those states were exploited before the Southern ones. I know from personal history that after the South, the big companies expanded to the west coast. From another source I found that "In 1920 Robert A. Long (1850-1934), president of the Long-Bell Lumber Company chose the site across from Kelso at the confluence of the Cowlitz and Columbia rivers, to build “the largest lumber mill in the world” and a new industrial city named Longview." My grandfather was one of the people sent out by Long-Bell to set this up and my mother was born in Washington State. My grandmother said they were miserable there and they soon moved back to the South.
Approximately every other chapter is a sketch of some family member or of the author. These are interesting but the best writing is in the chapters on the a particular bird, animal, or plant. The family described lived a hard-scrabble life. I did not find the story especially Southern other than the food they ate. The food that typifies a region is a strong binding force. It is one of the main reasons my grandmother gave for finding Washington state too foreign.
Crackers are looked down on by the more elite classes of Southerners and this family was on the lowest rung of the cracker class as they lived in and made their living from a junkyard. The author said at some point she realized she "was a Southerner, a slow, dumb, rednedk hick, a hayseed, inbred and racist, come from povery, condemned to poverty: descendant of Oglethorpe's debtor prisioners." I think if you read this story you will see a warm, intelligent person dealing admirably with the situation in which she was born; no different than someone brought up in similar circumstances anywhere in the country. This book may not make you love or want to be part of the South but it should bring it back to the realm of ordinary human experience rather than some foreign and inferior 'other'.
Of course this environment is almost completely gone now. Its demise followed the end of the Civil War. In 1883, "a writer in the New York Times" warned the South that they should "protect their forests against the lumberers who had destroyed Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota." I was surprised that those states were exploited before the Southern ones. I know from personal history that after the South, the big companies expanded to the west coast. From another source I found that "In 1920 Robert A. Long (1850-1934), president of the Long-Bell Lumber Company chose the site across from Kelso at the confluence of the Cowlitz and Columbia rivers, to build “the largest lumber mill in the world” and a new industrial city named Longview." My grandfather was one of the people sent out by Long-Bell to set this up and my mother was born in Washington State. My grandmother said they were miserable there and they soon moved back to the South.
Approximately every other chapter is a sketch of some family member or of the author. These are interesting but the best writing is in the chapters on the a particular bird, animal, or plant. The family described lived a hard-scrabble life. I did not find the story especially Southern other than the food they ate. The food that typifies a region is a strong binding force. It is one of the main reasons my grandmother gave for finding Washington state too foreign.
Crackers are looked down on by the more elite classes of Southerners and this family was on the lowest rung of the cracker class as they lived in and made their living from a junkyard. The author said at some point she realized she "was a Southerner, a slow, dumb, rednedk hick, a hayseed, inbred and racist, come from povery, condemned to poverty: descendant of Oglethorpe's debtor prisioners." I think if you read this story you will see a warm, intelligent person dealing admirably with the situation in which she was born; no different than someone brought up in similar circumstances anywhere in the country. This book may not make you love or want to be part of the South but it should bring it back to the realm of ordinary human experience rather than some foreign and inferior 'other'.
December 30, 2020
This was not at all what I thought it would be. Not a funny, tongue-in-cheek memoir; this woman is serious about being a cracker. But good for her.
I wanted more childhood & less ecology. She does a wonderful job describing the disappearing Georgia longleaf pine forests, but I was more interested in stories about Charlie Ray, Clyo, Mutt, and Dell.
I wanted more childhood & less ecology. She does a wonderful job describing the disappearing Georgia longleaf pine forests, but I was more interested in stories about Charlie Ray, Clyo, Mutt, and Dell.
March 1, 2020
Well, I kinda like it.
April 17, 2017
Astoundingly beautiful, both as a memoir and as nature writing. Some reviewers compared it to Bastard Out of Carolina, a book that I didn't particularly care for. I suppose the comparison comes from the fact that both are about girls growing up in the impoverished rural South. However, where "Bastard" was relentlessly bleak, Janisse Ray's book overflows with love for the place and love for her family. Her stories about her parents, especially her father's struggles with mental illness, are achingly tender. Ray doesn't sugarcoat her childhood -- this isn't the Waltons. The descriptions of the very strict evangelical church to which her family belonged, the isolation that the children felt, the inherent dangers of living in a junkyard, those were all unsettling, but through it all there is a core of deep caring. Not just another tale of a resilient child who transcends her impoverished upbringing, this is a deeply moving book. I was especially taken with Ray's vision of a ruined world put back together, the idea that environmental degradation can be repaired (even if we humans are not here to see it.)
May 22, 2020
This book was intended for research for my 5th novel, but it was the best, most fun, and interesting "research" I've done in a while! I think I'd have read it anyway - even if it didn't deal with south Georgia where a good chunk of my next book is set simply because her story seemed very interesting. Ray's book reminded me a little bit of "Educated" (Westover), just a deep south version of it. But in addition, I found Ray's story more plausible. There were some areas of "Educated" that made me wonder about the truth of it.
Ray's father was something of a mechanical genius (reminded me of my own dad) and he ran a junkyard, and could find anything in it - even though it was this vast expanse of land filled with . . . junk. I thoroughly enjoyed how she wrote about all of her family, from her father, her mother, her grandmothers, her grandfather, her brothers, and so on. I loved reading the parts where she and her brothers would play in junkyard cars, how their imaginations were in overdrive. They played a lot like my brother and I did. The Rays didn't have TV, she couldn't wear pants, and she couldn't show skin above her elbows or above her knees. (fundamentalist upbringing)
I think what I loved about CRACKER most was Ray's conversational way of writing the chapters that were from her naturalist/environmentalist background. It was interesting to find out about pitcher plants, the savanna, salamanders, red-cockaded woodpeckers, and the myriad of other fascinating species that live there. I learned about fire keeping down hardwood growth that destroys this delicate environment. How many long leaf pines there used to be, and how many there are now. (not much) I learned how it's not right to simply plant trees in a row, crowding out the sunlight that's needed to sustain plants and animals alike, and many other ways we impact nature without a clue. It was truly eye-opening.
I'm glad she wrote this book, and I'm glad I read it.
Ray's father was something of a mechanical genius (reminded me of my own dad) and he ran a junkyard, and could find anything in it - even though it was this vast expanse of land filled with . . . junk. I thoroughly enjoyed how she wrote about all of her family, from her father, her mother, her grandmothers, her grandfather, her brothers, and so on. I loved reading the parts where she and her brothers would play in junkyard cars, how their imaginations were in overdrive. They played a lot like my brother and I did. The Rays didn't have TV, she couldn't wear pants, and she couldn't show skin above her elbows or above her knees. (fundamentalist upbringing)
I think what I loved about CRACKER most was Ray's conversational way of writing the chapters that were from her naturalist/environmentalist background. It was interesting to find out about pitcher plants, the savanna, salamanders, red-cockaded woodpeckers, and the myriad of other fascinating species that live there. I learned about fire keeping down hardwood growth that destroys this delicate environment. How many long leaf pines there used to be, and how many there are now. (not much) I learned how it's not right to simply plant trees in a row, crowding out the sunlight that's needed to sustain plants and animals alike, and many other ways we impact nature without a clue. It was truly eye-opening.
I'm glad she wrote this book, and I'm glad I read it.
December 1, 2010
I did not like this book. It had a spanking scene and I can't overcome a spanking scene. Tooooo much for me to handle.
There were, however, two incidences of AMAZING WONDERFULNESS in this book.
A. The chapter in which she describes her father's depression, institutionalization, and love for his wife. Leafing through the pages, I can't find the passage. I am sad to not be able to re-experience it today.
B. The two chapters near the very end, entitled "The Kindest Cut" and "Leaving." She writes of scenes that make me want to walk again in the world, find awe in what's new, and learn who I am myself.
I have now come away from the end of this book (after so many months apart). It feels good to finish and to look at the sunshine and sky, thinking and reflecting.
There were, however, two incidences of AMAZING WONDERFULNESS in this book.
A. The chapter in which she describes her father's depression, institutionalization, and love for his wife. Leafing through the pages, I can't find the passage. I am sad to not be able to re-experience it today.
B. The two chapters near the very end, entitled "The Kindest Cut" and "Leaving." She writes of scenes that make me want to walk again in the world, find awe in what's new, and learn who I am myself.
I have now come away from the end of this book (after so many months apart). It feels good to finish and to look at the sunshine and sky, thinking and reflecting.
May 25, 2021
I am ashamed to admit that I never read Janisse Ray's classic book until now. I have known about it and heard it praised to the skies, but somehow it never made it home with me before this week. It is an exquisitely written combination of memoir and a fierce defense of fighting against the destruction of the humble yet undeniably beautiful long leaf pine forests, broad savannahs, creeks, and rivers that make up the south Georgia ecology. As this book approaches its 25th birthday, I hope that the anniversary edition will include updates on what has been saved and what has been lost. To see the world through Janisse's eyes is a privilege this book bestows upon us, along with a responsibility to be more aware and more active in our efforts to protect this fragile planet.
January 10, 2013
A beautiful intertwining of the author's personal story and the story of the longleaf pine forests. They used to cover the south and east of Georgia for mile after mile, and were decimated for profit and to build the cities of the Northeast. When they went, all the interdependent flora and fauna were decimated, too. A story of loss of those forests that parallels the loss of cypress forests and, I understand, mahogany forests as well.
Date I read this (guestimated) -- 2001
Date I read this (guestimated) -- 2001
July 9, 2009
Ray expertly alternates chapters between home values/Family History and our beloved Long-Leaf Pine lands.
February 2, 2015
A beautiful ode to trees, living on the land, and a Southern childhood!
November 30, 2011
Has good intentions and deep conviction about saving the habitat. I love her chapter entitled "Clearcut" - "You'd better be pretty sure that the cut is absolutely necessary and be at peace with it, so you can explain it to God, for it's fairly certain he's going to question your motives, want to know if your children are hungry and your oldest boy needs asthma medicine..."
It corresponds with my thoughts when I see people cut down a forest to satisfy a short term need (such as a new car).
It corresponds with my thoughts when I see people cut down a forest to satisfy a short term need (such as a new car).
October 19, 2017
A really moving collection that paralleled species of plants and animals in long-leaf pine forests against a young woman's upbringing near those very forests. The stories in this book were whimsical, inspiring, and sentimental, and the factual treatment of the demise of rural life in the American South placed against the endangerment of various plants and animals made for a compelling read.
August 5, 2018
An interesting view of life spent growing up in the American south amidst a junkyard and how an ecologist came to be.
February 16, 2024
I absolutely loved reading this book. The nature descriptions were done beautifully. The mix of the story being told but also being able to learn about her environment at the same time was so fun.
February 20, 2024
Her writing is powerfully evocative.
April 30, 2015
“Oblivious, it went about its business without you, but it was there when you needed some gift, a bit of beauty: it would be waiting for you. All you had to do was notice.”
--Janisse Ray on nature, Ecology of a Cracker Childhood
In Ecology of a Cracker Childhood, Janisse Ray not only makes you notice nature, but reconnects you with nature--not just as your surroundings, but as a deeply embedded part of who you are. As her autobiography, Ecology includes many charming and often uniquely profound stories of her life, mostly during her formative years. By weaving these tales with her extensive knowledge and love of longleaf pine ecosystems, she creates a narrative where her life blurs with her habitat.
While it is autobiographical, it is also more broadly historical. Through her stories of small town diner skirmishes and rescued gopher tortoises, she preserves a large part of the US Southeast’s culture. Tales of her father’s resourcefulness remind readers that “waste not, want not” was actually once a valued American virtue. Stories of her mother’s love, dedication, and unyielding hard work renew appreciation for core values underlying traditional southern roles. In the cute stories of childhood imagination and familial love, more complex themes on poverty, feminism, and mental illness also surface. Although Ray utilizes fantastical language and imagery, she successfully paints the reality of the lower class in Georgia and the reality of longleaf pine destruction.
Ray’s writing on the decline of the longleaf landscape masterfully combines the scientific and the spiritual. She reveals the inner workings of the pine realm—from life cycle of the flatwoods salamander to the regeneration of longleaf from fire. These ecology lessons are written with such beautiful detail and marvel at the natural world that you almost forget you aren’t reading a fantasy novel.
While some chapters ran long and some stories probably could have been omitted, the book was a good Sunday on the balcony kind of read. I would recommend this book especially to anyone in the southeast. Reading this autobiography is like learning a secret—you’ll carry the story of the longleaf pine with you wherever you go.
--Janisse Ray on nature, Ecology of a Cracker Childhood
In Ecology of a Cracker Childhood, Janisse Ray not only makes you notice nature, but reconnects you with nature--not just as your surroundings, but as a deeply embedded part of who you are. As her autobiography, Ecology includes many charming and often uniquely profound stories of her life, mostly during her formative years. By weaving these tales with her extensive knowledge and love of longleaf pine ecosystems, she creates a narrative where her life blurs with her habitat.
While it is autobiographical, it is also more broadly historical. Through her stories of small town diner skirmishes and rescued gopher tortoises, she preserves a large part of the US Southeast’s culture. Tales of her father’s resourcefulness remind readers that “waste not, want not” was actually once a valued American virtue. Stories of her mother’s love, dedication, and unyielding hard work renew appreciation for core values underlying traditional southern roles. In the cute stories of childhood imagination and familial love, more complex themes on poverty, feminism, and mental illness also surface. Although Ray utilizes fantastical language and imagery, she successfully paints the reality of the lower class in Georgia and the reality of longleaf pine destruction.
Ray’s writing on the decline of the longleaf landscape masterfully combines the scientific and the spiritual. She reveals the inner workings of the pine realm—from life cycle of the flatwoods salamander to the regeneration of longleaf from fire. These ecology lessons are written with such beautiful detail and marvel at the natural world that you almost forget you aren’t reading a fantasy novel.
While some chapters ran long and some stories probably could have been omitted, the book was a good Sunday on the balcony kind of read. I would recommend this book especially to anyone in the southeast. Reading this autobiography is like learning a secret—you’ll carry the story of the longleaf pine with you wherever you go.
February 17, 2020
My father-in-law, an avid reader, found this book in a used bookstore and was happy about the find. He had heard of it from a friend a while back. He enjoyed the book and gave it to us after reading. "Ecology of a Cracker Childhood" lived up to its reputation.
I started the book bewildered by the title. Eventually, everything made sense. Janisse Ray employed a formulaic structure in which one chapter about her childhood was succeeded with another chapter about Nature - the ecology of the coastal Southern environment where she grew up - with the longleaf pine being the "main character". Ray's writing is probably characteristic of her culture, straightforward, daring, and passionate, yet delicate and gentle as she described her loving family members, the trees and animals of the South. She talked about things as they were, completely honest, with both sides of the coin: Her parents, devoted and loving to their children, hardworking and kind people, yet were unmistakenly oldfashioned (she was an active tomboy but never wore pants until she was 18 years old) because of their time; or the South, blessed with the ecological wealth but has been under merciless destruction, either because of money, or lack of education, or both. As an immigrant being married to a Southern gentleman, I have been fortunate to witness the people's toughness and kindness, and the wonderful ecosystem. Such qualities were echoed in Ray's book.
Importantly, Ray reminded me of myself in my college year when I first encountered environmentalism. Her book and experience inspired me to lead a simpler and more sustainable life where nature is taken care of because they have their own intrinsic values, aside from their instrumental values.
I started the book bewildered by the title. Eventually, everything made sense. Janisse Ray employed a formulaic structure in which one chapter about her childhood was succeeded with another chapter about Nature - the ecology of the coastal Southern environment where she grew up - with the longleaf pine being the "main character". Ray's writing is probably characteristic of her culture, straightforward, daring, and passionate, yet delicate and gentle as she described her loving family members, the trees and animals of the South. She talked about things as they were, completely honest, with both sides of the coin: Her parents, devoted and loving to their children, hardworking and kind people, yet were unmistakenly oldfashioned (she was an active tomboy but never wore pants until she was 18 years old) because of their time; or the South, blessed with the ecological wealth but has been under merciless destruction, either because of money, or lack of education, or both. As an immigrant being married to a Southern gentleman, I have been fortunate to witness the people's toughness and kindness, and the wonderful ecosystem. Such qualities were echoed in Ray's book.
Importantly, Ray reminded me of myself in my college year when I first encountered environmentalism. Her book and experience inspired me to lead a simpler and more sustainable life where nature is taken care of because they have their own intrinsic values, aside from their instrumental values.
October 13, 2025
It's not really the ecology book the title makes you think. It's Janisse Ray, who I wasn't familiar with prior, telling the story of growing up in a junkyard in rural Georgia.
There are some lovely passages about longleaf pines, but what really sticks out is her family, especially her mother, who held everything together.
Listening to it on audio, in Ray's own voice, feels like sitting across the kitchen table while she unpacks what it meant to grow up poor, religious, and different, and how she's come to see her mother's life as a kind of quiet success.
There are some lovely passages about longleaf pines, but what really sticks out is her family, especially her mother, who held everything together.
Listening to it on audio, in Ray's own voice, feels like sitting across the kitchen table while she unpacks what it meant to grow up poor, religious, and different, and how she's come to see her mother's life as a kind of quiet success.
April 13, 2009
I have to start this review by saying that this is a good book and one I'd recommend to others.
With that said though, I was a bit disappointed which is why I only gave it 4 stars. The cover and the reviews etc all gave me the impression that I was going to be reading about the ecology and demise of the longleaf pine forests of the south...in the form of naturalist writing. So I was expecting more of a Terry Tempest Williams 'Refuge' type book. A fluid mix of life and nature. And while there was some ecology in the book, it seemed to be really disjointed and haphazard in it's placement. Instead, the bulk of the book was a memoir of growing up poor in the south. On this topic, the author writes extraordinarily well. Whether your roots are in the south or not, my guess is you'll find her memories and stories captivating as I did. But I think that the rest of book...the ecology/history/soul of the forests...could have been more prominent and more organized. So to me, it fell short of what it promised to be...an advocate of the southern pine forests.
With that said though, I was a bit disappointed which is why I only gave it 4 stars. The cover and the reviews etc all gave me the impression that I was going to be reading about the ecology and demise of the longleaf pine forests of the south...in the form of naturalist writing. So I was expecting more of a Terry Tempest Williams 'Refuge' type book. A fluid mix of life and nature. And while there was some ecology in the book, it seemed to be really disjointed and haphazard in it's placement. Instead, the bulk of the book was a memoir of growing up poor in the south. On this topic, the author writes extraordinarily well. Whether your roots are in the south or not, my guess is you'll find her memories and stories captivating as I did. But I think that the rest of book...the ecology/history/soul of the forests...could have been more prominent and more organized. So to me, it fell short of what it promised to be...an advocate of the southern pine forests.
August 13, 2020
"When we say the South will rise again we can mean that we will allow the cutover forests to return to their former grandeur and pine plantations to grow wild." If only that's what people meant.
I envy her knowledge of flora, fauna and mechanics—you get specificity in the forests and junkyards. The way she describes the destruction, it's easy to feel like preserving the South as a place is a lost cause. Consequently, her ability to conjure a (disappearing) landscape made it more upsetting than diverting to read. She wrote with such love and energy, however, that her call-to-action left me hopeful.
Admittedly, I got lost in all the Latin and bird names, but she kept me interested with the way she described seeing and longing for a South that was once there and you can only see glimpses of today. She talked of it being embedded in her ancestral memory—a very romantic idea that balanced the science. I admire her devotion. I also think she makes a great environmental ambassador, for those who won't be swayed by her poetry, given her blue-collar cred.
I envy her knowledge of flora, fauna and mechanics—you get specificity in the forests and junkyards. The way she describes the destruction, it's easy to feel like preserving the South as a place is a lost cause. Consequently, her ability to conjure a (disappearing) landscape made it more upsetting than diverting to read. She wrote with such love and energy, however, that her call-to-action left me hopeful.
Admittedly, I got lost in all the Latin and bird names, but she kept me interested with the way she described seeing and longing for a South that was once there and you can only see glimpses of today. She talked of it being embedded in her ancestral memory—a very romantic idea that balanced the science. I admire her devotion. I also think she makes a great environmental ambassador, for those who won't be swayed by her poetry, given her blue-collar cred.
February 3, 2021
I had been consuming Janisse Ray’s first book, The Ecology of a Cracker Childhood, page by page ever since I learned she was coming to speak for an event honoring the president of our conservation organization. This book is Janisse’s introduction to herself and her roots; speaking of her childhood spent in a junkyard in rural Georgia learning to love the ghosts of the longleaf pine forest. It is not a long book but I don’t want to read it too fast – I want to absorb it.
And so I did.
Even before I had finished I understood my president's excitement and I held some in my own belly at the thought that I would get to meet this woman and hear her speak in person. It was fantastic, if you have a chance to meet her - go!
Read her books and see for yourself if her voice chimes true about what we all hold dear about the places we love. It did for me.
And so I did.
Even before I had finished I understood my president's excitement and I held some in my own belly at the thought that I would get to meet this woman and hear her speak in person. It was fantastic, if you have a chance to meet her - go!
Read her books and see for yourself if her voice chimes true about what we all hold dear about the places we love. It did for me.
April 21, 2009
This is a wonderfully written, poetic book about a family and their effect on their land in southern Georgia. I have to say I related a lot, because her family settled around the same time as mine and had a few similarities. Basically, she is grieving the loss of the southern Longleaf Pine forests. My family also owns timberlands in Alabama, consisting of slash pines sold off to Kimberly-Clark for paper when times were tough.
I felt like it ended without a definitive resolution, often an issue with these kinds of books. I also felt like I needed to know more about the writer. She seems sort of like a cipher or a blank in some ways.
I felt like it ended without a definitive resolution, often an issue with these kinds of books. I also felt like I needed to know more about the writer. She seems sort of like a cipher or a blank in some ways.
January 12, 2016
Ecology of a Cracker Childhood by Janisse Ray (Milkweed Editions 1999)(Biography) is the biography of the author, who was born into a Southeast Georgia junkyard just above the Okeefenokee Swamp in longleaf Georgia pine country. The individual chapters focus on the various denizens of the countryside: indigo snakes, pitcher plants, fox squirrels, and quail. But this book is not only about the author's surroundings; the author reveals that her father is seriously mentally ill. She relates that he was loving and protective rather than abusive, but the stories are colored by this background. This is a beautifully written volume. My rating: 6/10, finished 12/29/11.
February 12, 2016
This book is a sad but necessary reminder of the integral role that longleaf pines play in our region and how devastating cutting them down for timber and turpentine has been. I especially appreciated the sections on their ecological relationship with wiregrass, pitcher plants, red-cockaded woodpeckers, and gopher turtles.
Since some readers may not be familiar with the area, I would recommend that future editions include photographs. They would help clarify, for example, the differences among longleaf, loblolly, and slash pines or help the reader to “see” the beauty and functionality of a pitcher plant.
Since some readers may not be familiar with the area, I would recommend that future editions include photographs. They would help clarify, for example, the differences among longleaf, loblolly, and slash pines or help the reader to “see” the beauty and functionality of a pitcher plant.
January 27, 2018
This is a beautifully written account of growing up in Southern Georgia by an environmentalist who weaves a history of the long term effects of human behavior on the ecology of the area. Chapters alternate between family history and natural history. The family is poor, but their story is (mostly) affectionate and gentle and the family is portrayed in a dignified manner in spite of their difficult circumstances. The author laments the ruin of the forests and disappearance of many species due to human disregard for environmental concerns. While there are two distinct subjects, the author skillfully weaves them together to provide an absorbing and informative read.
September 24, 2022
I just finished listening to the audiobook. I could identify with so much of Janisse’s Cracker childhood: although our family church was not as strict, some things were so similar- no drinking, no smoking, no dancing, no TV, no movies, no sleeveless, no wearing of pants for girls, no card playing. It makes you feel so set apart.
I enjoyed Janisse’s voice as the narrator; she doesn’t have as strong of a Southern accent but I loved listening. Her prose flows so nicely.
I enjoyed how she weaved the chapters of her life with the natural and ecological concerns of the Southern flora and fauna, particularly the long needle pines that I loved as a child.
I enjoyed Janisse’s voice as the narrator; she doesn’t have as strong of a Southern accent but I loved listening. Her prose flows so nicely.
I enjoyed how she weaved the chapters of her life with the natural and ecological concerns of the Southern flora and fauna, particularly the long needle pines that I loved as a child.
June 10, 2012
The further that I got into this the more I liked it. I am amazed at how the author, a poor "cracker" child living in a home in a junkyard, was able to become well educated and become a naturalist and environmentalist who is so knowledgable about her homeland of the coastal plains of southern Georgia. It really showed in a truly "human" way how the land that belongs to all of us is just being thrown away for money rather than being saved for all of its beauty and all of the various types of life within it. It really makes one think.
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