The Beauty of the Ozarks
This is the second time that I have read this book, the first being 65 years ago when I was a teenager. I just wanted to see if it was as great as I thought it was back then, especially since it had been one of my favorite books. Yet, I am often disappointed after re reading a book that I once loved.
This book came into my hands by way of a librarian who chose it for me. When I finished the book I asked her if she could find me more books about mountain people, and that she did: “The Little Shepherd of Kingdome Come,” “The Trail of the Lonesome Pine,” “The Bee Keeper,” and “The Girl of the Limberlost.” I found two books on my own: “Bald Knobbers,” and “Tobacco Road.” When I brought “Tobacco Road” home, my mom saw it, took it away from me, read it, and said that it was “too dirty” for me to read. I read it at a later date when I thought of it. I didn’t really like it because it depicted a different type of mountain people, the kind I would not wish to befriend.
Set in the Ozark Mountains, the author painted a beautiful picture of the area, and I wanted so much to see it. When I was sixteen in August, my step-uncle and grandmother had cousins in West Plains, MO that they wanted to visit, and they invited me to come with them.
California was no longer green due to the hot summer sun and lack of rain. The Ozarks were beautiful with their green rolling hills, and it rained some every day. I fell in love with those green hills, with the Ozarks, so much so, that when my husband and I retired, we began looking for a place to buy a home, and ended up in another part of the Ozarks, Eastern Oklahoma. Again, rolling lush green hills in the summer. and humidity. The chiggers, which I didn’t know were here, are just as horrible as they were in West Plains. This kind of paradise has its price, bugs, humidity and lots of pollen that bother me more as I age.
After moving here, I reread “The Bald Knobbers,” again, because I remembered how much I liked that non-fiction book about the vigilantes that roamed the hills of Branson, MO. So, when my sister and niece came to visit, we headed for Branson, but not to see where this book had taken place. I wanted to see Bald Knob Mountain. I think the book called it Dewey Mountain. We drove into a small town on our way to find it, and they were having a Bald Knobber play in their city park, nothing sophisticated. I bought a T-shirt with a painting of a Bald Knobber on its front. It looks evil with its horns on top of the man’s hooded head. I have yet to wear it.
We were then directed to the mountain where the Knobbers held their meetings, but we could not drive up to see it because the owner didn’t allow visitors. Yet, it didn’t look like a mountain at all to me. No matter where I have traveled in the Ozarks, mountains look like hills. At least that is what we call them in California.
After leaving the Branson area, we drove to West Plains, and I got to see that lovely town once again. I even found the old watch shop where my uncle had taken me where he could get his watch fixed. While it was no longer a watch shop, the old counter was still in the same place. I could almost see the old watch repairman sitting behind it with his magnifying glass in front of his eye, held on by a leather band that was wrapped around his head. Then we walked down the street to an antique store, where I found an antique flour sack quilt top. When I came home, I had it quilted, and was even able to do some of the work myself.
So, what was this book like the second time around? Well, in short, it was only a three-star read for me this time, but my star rating remains as it was when I was young. What made it different? Wright was into eugenics and thought that humans should be bread like pigs to make what he called “finest human specimens.” I googled “origin of eugenics,” and I learned that Plato was also into it. Perhaps, it was first thought up by him, but I doubt it. Wright referred to tall and muscled men as great specimens. And in the book, he interchanged some men’s names with the word, “Giant.” One of their men folk went to college, and when he came home it was noted that he had lost his muscles; he was now a weakling. Next, Wright was complaining about education. I suppose this came from the Holy Bible, where it warns against listening to the philosophies of men. Maybe I am right about this, but I had heard this scripture used as a reason to not go to college. So, this book was a rough start for me. Yet, if you can wade through all this, it would be a great story.
It begins with a stranger coming up the mountain on horseback. He became The Shepherd. While his real name was Daniel, he was later called, Dad. I was surprised that Wright didn’t have him riding a donkey. Just that The Shepherd always reminded me of Christ. The word Dad reminds me of Our Father. And we know where Danile came from. Right now I am wondering if the book of Daniel prophesied the coming of Christ.
So, Daniel was riding up the mountain and met a man on the trail. He stopped to ask him if he knew of a place where he could stay the night and was directed to Mr. Matthew’s homestead. Matthew took him in and soon had him tending to his sheep. Now we get to meet the other people who lived in the mountains, and they are all fine Christian folks. At least there was no preaching, but at the end of the book there is talk of God, not the fire and brimstone kind that I expected, but a God that created everything, a God that was palatable to me.
There was talk of the Bald Knobbers, which I did not recall being in this book, but perhaps that was why I picked up that book about them at my childhood library in the first place. It was said that the government stopped the vigilante group when it realized that they had become just as bad as those that they were trying to stop committing crimes. Ah, but they had a few left in Wright’s book, because near the end of the book they held a meeting, but it didn’t go very well.
There were two love stories in this book. One ended in tragedy; the other difn’u. Even Dad’s life was tragic. He had come there to get away from the city, from what was bothering him. He finally had to face his own demons.
So, why did I love this book as a young girl? The author painted the Ozark country in beautiful colors, the people were wonderful, except for a few, and it was wholesome. And last of all, I still love books about mountain people. [