I’m going to Kansas City
Kansas City here I come.
They got some pretty little women there
And I’m gonna get me one. ~~Nat King Cole
Set in the fictional black town of Rattlebone, Kansas near Kansas City, Kansas where a young girl named Irene is growing up. Rattlebone isn a small community, and it is the 1950s.
It is a quiet town where there is not much to do. And by quiet, I mean, there are no power mowers, no leaf blowers, and no fast cars, although there are fast boys.
Irene and her friends get together to talk, listen to music, and just do what many kids do, only they do not have computers or other modern contraptions. So, whatelse do they do? I forgot. I know that Irene does not have a dog to play with or take on walks to the river or the hills, not like I did. I doubt if Kansas City has any hills, at least that is how I view it.
So, what happens in this book? Irene is bent on getting an education, wants to go to college, but a boy has other ideas, he wants to make it with her. And her parents want to make it with others, but this is not Peyton Place; it is a story where people are just trying to get by, trying to make things work, make a better life for themselves. A boy drowns, a girl gets pregnant, an airplane crashes in town, and Irene is intent on getting a scholarship.
Her mom and dad fight, he leaves the house for another, but he comes home on Sundays for his wife’s fried chicken and gravy on biscuits. I just made that up, because I forgot what he ate, but that was what most of us ate on Sundays in the 50s. Now, I do not recall if it was on Sundays or if it happened only once. Sounds good. I just thought it odd that he would come home after all he was doing.
Later, her parents start a laundry business, and all I could think about was the steam and heat inside the store. Then her dad moves into the room upstairs, has it all fancied up. Again, I think of the heat and steam that could rise to his room. Would serve him right.
Irene made a new friend and headed over to her neighborhood. Her friend’s parents lived in its basement, and the house’s nameplate said, The Tourist Home, another name for Cat House. Irene checked out the upstairs and saw something she should not have seen, and this, I suppose, is called, growing up. There are worse things to learn in life.
All in all, it was a nice story, a light read, just what I needed.