This is a short story that I found when cleaning out my basement. Apparently, I bought it when I was shortly out of college and my mother had it in a box of stuff with my name on it, I never went through. I wonder if I gave it to her, thinking she would enjoy it, but I doubt it. It’s not the kind of work she’d like. I wonder if someone gave it to me and I just left it at my parents� house. I’ll never know.
It's a lovely little story, but not particularly memorable. A mature woman writes about the residents of their “terrace,� particularly the Professor and the Woman Nobody Called On. They are all somewhat dismayed to notice a hobby horse coming off the moving van when new tenants move in. They aren’t particularly fond of children. But Jack-A-Boy, with his gentle sweetness and genuine concern for everyone wins them over.
It's rather sweet but predictable. Not her best effort.
Friend of My Springtime � Willa Cather
3***
Subtitle: A Classic Story of Friendship
This is a short story that I found when cleaning out my basement. Apparently, I bought it when I was shortly out of college and my mother had it in a box of stuff with my name on it, I never went through. I wonder if I gave it to her, thinking she would enjoy it, but I doubt it. It’s not the kind of work she’d like. I wonder if someone gave it to me and I just left it at my parents� house. I’ll never know.
It's a lovely little story, but not particularly memorable. A mature woman writes about the residents of their “terrace,� particularly the Professor and the Woman Nobody Called On. They are all somewhat dismayed to notice a hobby horse coming off the moving van when new tenants move in. They aren’t particularly fond of children. But Jack-A-Boy, with his gentle sweetness and genuine concern for everyone wins them over.
It's rather sweet but predictable. Not her best effort.
LINK to my review