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Childhood memories: Review of Running on Red Dog Road by Drema Hall Berkheimer

running on red dog roadAn Appalachian childhood in 1940s West Virginia comes to life in Drema Hall Berkheimer’s memoir, Running on Red Dog Road. It’s a delightful and whimsical look at a slice of life few people have firsthand experience with. The author tells stories of Pentecostal church meetings, gypsies and moonshine that seem bigger than belief but are told with such nostalgia and emotion they ring true. (Disclaimer: I received a free copy of the book from the publisher in exchange for my review.)

If you grew up in the mountains or are drawn to them, or if you’re interested in first-hand accounts of life lived differently than your own, then Running on Red Dog Road will be an enjoyable journey. It’s packed full of childlike wonder and mischief that brings a smile to the reader’s face. The details are vivid and engaging.

It’s a good choice for any memoir enthusiast.

There’s a book for that: Memoirs of an English Governess at the Siamese Court

Watching the film version of The King and I is one of my best childhood memories. I don’t know if it was the first musical I ever watched, but it certainly added to my love for the genre. The song “Getting to Know You” runs through my head when I meet new people. Fortunately for them, I don’t sing it out loud.

Years later, when Jodie Foster took the lead role in the non-musical Anna and the King, I gained new appreciation for the story of the widowed British woman who takes on the role of teacher and governess to the children of the King of Siam.

The two movies share some similarities in theme, and while they are based on a true story, I was never sure how much was fact and how much was fiction.

As part of this series, I decided to read Anna Leonowens’ book Memories of an English Governess at the Siamese Court. I was pleased to discover that the king’s quirks, portrayed so brilliantly by Yul Brynner, were accurate. Who can forget his repetition of “Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera” or his “Who? Who? Who?” when Anna first arrives on the scene. These are documented in the book.

In fact, Leonowens’ work is incredibly detailed so that if you’ve never traveled to the Orient, you feel as though you are there. As with most things I read, I want to read more about this area of the world. On the downside, I did get a little bogged down in the details about midway through the book and almost didn’t finish it because it wasn’t holding my attention.

What I didn’t find in her account was any trace of love story, which appears in both film versions. I like both movies as stories, independent of the truth, and I’m glad to have read the story straight from the source. It reminds me that historical fiction is both based in history and fictionalized for dramatic effect.

One more week to go in this series. If you missed my other posts, check out my thoughts on the book versions of Mary Poppins, The Princess Bride, and The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

Next week: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.