Friday Fictioneers: That House on Brambleberry Drive


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That House on Brambleberry Drive

I grew up in the valley in a bramble-covered house.

“It’s nature,” Mama said when we buried three stillborn kittens. “Sometimes stark, but beautiful no less.”

From your tidy lawn in Mountain Heights, you condemned my father’s free-range children.

But I’ve seen you tug at your buttoned collar, heard you sigh as your shoes slide off. I’ve felt your terror of enclosing walls.

So take my hand, love. I’ll show you where the wild berries thrive, where the human spirit comes alive.

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A few notes:

First, if you know me personally, you know burying things in our backyard is no novelty. Thank the huntress cat for that, but it’s really not my idea of fun. Really.

Also, I have nothing against nice lawns, but our backyard is a place of exploration, creation, and well… whatever the kids imagine. We had a four foot deep hole and a wooden “teepee” back there for a good six months this year. Our kids and our home are pretty free-range. So you can take some aspects of this story as semi-autobiographical.

On the other hand, if you’ve read my soon-to-be published novel (or if you read it when it comes out in March), please know that while I enjoy a good bowl of berries, I don’t have any special attachment to them. As a writer, I choose many details – especially those related to nature – for their purported symbolism. Beyond a vague notion of fertility, however, I have no idea what multitude of things “wild berries” might symbolize, and frankly, I’m a little scared to delve too deeply for fear of finding I’ve inadvertently written some rather provocative pieces. Berries just happen to be convenient…





21 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: That House on Brambleberry Drive

  1. Oh the contrasts of attitudes.. I love the image of the nature’s beauty.. really the beauty of bramble and bracken appeal so much more to me than lawns that look spray-painted on concrete… so yes the house talked to me too.

  2. I love the way the character from Mountain Heights is depicted through actions. And I suspect the human spirit not only comes alive but also runs free in that valley. Beautiful.

  3. I was a free-range child back in the day. I love that term, too, and it’s sad that it’s not more the norm for kids. If I could have my wishes, my kids would have a huge backyard in which to roam and explore! Great piece and lovely writing. Good luck with your novel.

    • It’s a struggle these days. We have a big yard, and the kids do use it a lot, but there’s still the allure of inside stuff, especially when the weather is too hot or too cold or they’re just bored of the same old scenery…

  4. Delightful. Your mind works in splendidly different ways. I tend to plod from point to point. I like the variation in step between the beginning and the end. If it had been rhyme-y all the way through, it would not have worked nearly as well.

  5. Lisa, Good and well-written story. I also wish children could roam free as my friends and I used to years ago. Unfortunately, with all the terrible things happening to children these days, you have to keep a closer eye on them. It’s great if you have a large back yard where they can play safely. Well done. 🙂 —Susan

    • A very good point, Susan! I think the key is to have a well-defined range on which children can roam freely. My kids have set limits to WHERE they can go, but we give them a lot of latitude within those limits to build forts, dig holes (in the dirt, NOT the grass!), climb trees… and inside, to read, draw, build blanket forts and Lego cities. This might be why our house and yard aren’t on any of the local home tours… 😉

  6. A lovely invitation … makes one want to give the racconteur one’s hand and follow … Like following Suzanne … great bid for freedom outside the inner wall of convention!

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