Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Beth in Atlanta asked about Schulz and Peanuts: A Biography (HarperCollins, 2007) by David Michaelis. Well, I'm on page 151 and Charles Schulz is waiting to be shipped home from Germany at the end of the Second World War and so far, this is a terrific book, as good as an epic novel (566 pages, plus meticulously assembled end matters): from Minnesota to Needles and back, the death of Sparky's mother, off to the war and soon to launch Peanuts. Michaelis matches stories from the life of Schulz with cartoon panels and shows how closely they relate without stripping away the ineffable Charlie Brown/Snoopy mystery. It's impressive.
I remember living in St. Paul, up in Mendota Heights actually, walking around as a little kid, seeing otters play in a creek, Fort Snelling, eleven cent chocolate milkshakes at Target, the history of the Sioux Uprising and family fun at Diamond Jim's restaurant. I remember snowbanks as tall as a house and hoping the yellow school bus would pass by so we could play all day, poplar trees in the back yard and ice tunnels and the NASA Moon program.
Today, a thanks for new blogger friends and acquaintances, for Peanuts, for old and in between friends, for still intact family and for the experiences of a lifetime.
Today's Rune: Fertility.
Ciao!
2 comments:
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Peanuts is always good for a smile.
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