Jesse Stuart is a Kentucky born and bred writer. His collection of short stories and poems with his own preface to each work is a classic of pure delight. His first story, “Nest Egg”, has a wonderful story of its own. Stuart wrote the story when he was 16 years old while attending Greenup High School. An interesting aside to Stuart’s education is that before entering Greenup High, he spent twenty-three months in a one-room school house, Plum Grove. The teacher there taught first grade through eighth grade.
But back to Greenup High, his teacher during that sophomore year, Mrs Hatton gave his theme “Nest Egg” an “A”. When Stuart left Greenup High, his one and only suitcase contained many of his themes as he worked first in a carnival, then to Fort Knox, Kentucky in the Army and later in the steel mills. He was trying to save up for college. Finally he found a college, Lincoln Memorial University at Harrogate, Tennessee where he was given work to help pay his way though.
As a freshman in collage English he used “Nest Egg” for an assignment, and received an “A”. Later, doing graduate work at another college he used “Nest Egg” two more times. Both times he received an “A”.
Stuart goes on to tell that after he had become a recognized writer, after many years, he found the yellowed, brittle copy of “Nest Egg” then sent it off to the Atlantic Monthly. Well, his story received an “A” from the Atlantic Monthly too. Stuart recalls, that the money received from it “would have paid for a whole year of Lincoln Memorial University.”
This collection of stories begins with the story “Nest Egg”. Stuart draws upon the smells, the landscape, the colloquial language of Eastern Kentucky to draw us into a boy’s recollection of the improbable hatching of one particular egg, to one particular hen, and the riotous history of this hatchling which ensued. Although it is a story from childhood memory, this is no sugar coated, nursery tale. It is stark and funny and sometimes violent.
In “The Moon Child from Wolfe Creek”, Stuart recalls his first days of teaching in a one-room school house as a young man. There was one boy, Don Crump, who was afraid to come to school. He ran away as the other children entered the school. Don Crump wandered on the slopes above the school as the other students went about their days. The older students offered to chase him down, hog tie him and pull him into the classroom. Stuart had another idea. He remembered how his Dad tamed cattle that had gone wild in the big pasture where they had been left to themselves from late March. Stuart thought he knew exactly what to do.
“In the beginning of the third week , Don Crump walked down the little, narrow, winding valley road with the pupils. Then I got my first good look at this tall, blue-eyed, handsome, intelligent-looking boy. His hair, blond as frost-bitten crab grass, came about to his shoulders. He came onto the schoolyard but he wouldn’t come inside the schoolhouse. I never tried to get him inside…I looked at him and smiled, though I never approached him…”
Stuart tells the rest of the story which is sheer wonderment and very far removed from things learned in University classes about teaching.
The 26 stories in this volume, as well as 26 poems, splash with vibrancy, insight, depth and faultless story telling.