For most readers, this would be about a three star reading experience.
For me, it’s just shy of a five star read.
This little gem, TAFFY OF TORPEDO JUNCTION, was originally published in 1957. It’s a work of historical fiction, written by a school teacher, Nell Wise Wechter, who was born and raised in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
I never knew this before, but in 1942 German U-boats sank more than 60 American ships off the coast of Cape Hatteras, within a span of 6 months.
Naturally, the Outer Banks saw a sharp increase that year in both a military and a Coast Guard presence.
Enter Taffy Willis, an orphaned 13-year-old who is being raised by a grandfather who goes by the name of “Gramp” to everyone. For some reason, he’s a 71-year-old grandfather of a 13-year-old, in 1942, and he seems to have no other identity other than “Gramp Morgan.” He has a terribly stereotypical dialect, quite over the top, but let’s get back to Taffy.
So, Taffy is a redheaded girl, and she’s a cross between Nancy Drew and Pippi Longstocking, two of my favorite characters in all of juvenile lit.
Because Taffy has red hair, you always hear about it. A fictional character with red hair never just brushes their hair; they brush their fiery red locks. (The rest of us just brush our hair).
Taffy is living my freaking dream—she lives in a little house, a modest ocean front property right off of Cape Hatteras, and she rides a pony, Sailor, to school and all over the island. She rarely wears shoes, and she knows all of the neighbors. But, wait, it gets better: a full-bred Boxer puppy washes up on shore, so then she starts riding her horse to school, while the dog, who loves her more than life itself, follows along and waits for her to be done with her classes.
The kids frolic on some of the best beaches in the world, just because they had the dumb luck to be born there, and then, before you know it, Taffy’s helping out the Coast Guard, catching German spies!
The Outer Banks is where I want to be. It’s where I go every Christmas, and I cry when I am forced to leave at the end of the week. I feel more alive there than any other place on earth, so when I found this old classic in an independent bookstore there, last year, I couldn’t resist it. I finally read it to my 15-year-old this week.
The narrative isn’t totally fabulous; Ms. Wechter was a teacher, after all, so some of the adventurous parts of the story are a bit slowed down by some didactic history lessons she slips in there.
But, I loved Taffy and Sailor and Brandy and Gramp. I loved their neighbors, too, even the crotchety old postmistress, Mrs. Oden.
Young, modern readers might be a little put-off that the kids in the novel get a spanking if they disobey their parents, but their parents loved them, and they understood the rules. It wasn’t abuse; it was cause and effect. When I was growing up, I was spanked every time I misbehaved, and, of all the things I dislike about my mother, that isn’t one of them.
This is a story that couldn’t even exist anymore—kids who ride their horses to school, fisherman who can afford beachside property, people whose lives are as wrapped up in nature as the local wildlife.
I want to jump in this book and take permanent residence there forever.