MY MOSTLY HAPPY LIFE - AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A CLIMBING TREE
Paperback: 292 pages
Publisher: BookBaby (April 27, 2018)
Samuel Swerling, a World War II veteran, decided to build a park and fill it with trees that would be easy to climb. People fall in love in the Samuel Swerling Park. Painters paint pictures; pretty girls bask in the sun, and time stands still. Most of all, though, children do what the park had been built for them to do: They climb trees.
The narrator of this book is one of Sam’s climbing trees.
He thrives on human contact, and in his long and happy life, he has had few disappointments. Lately, however, his very existence is being threatened by Jarvis Larchmont, a politician thrown out of the park for bullying when he was a twelve-year-old boy.
When a hurricane floods the area, Sam Swerling’s family provides shelter in the park to those seeking refuge from the storm. At the same time, Jarvis is put in charge of all municipal recreational facilities, and he joins forces with Eco-terrorists to destroy Sam’s creation.
Suddenly, our narrator and his fellow climbing trees are separated from people. Separated from all that they know and love. Separated from children.
They cry…and they begin to die.
But the Swerling family organizes.
And they fight back.
Most of us are aware of trees which are a well-respected landmark. Yes, there are many instances throughout history of special trees.
In this heartwarming and unique fable, we learn the tree does a lot of eavesdropping and is narrating the story. And not just any tree, but a climbing tree that is over eighty-years-old, and refers to its branches as arms.
Every Tree has a story to tell!
I think the first time I realized this was as a child. I toured our local history museum with my parents and we paused at a tree to look at its life events.
In this trees autobiography, we see it recognizes everything. It describes the many people that take advantage of the space within to sit and rest on its arms. It watches as children and pets grow up and adults grow older.
The tree has a great appreciation for the written word. Yes! The tree enjoys poetry and can tell the story of O Henry's, 'The Voice of the City', better than most humans.
It tells of a sad day when people in dark green overalls stake metal signs at its feet.
We learn the tree feels pain as well as joy and a slew of other emotions.
The tree is observant. It knows of jovial exchanges and it knows of death.
The tree loves and is loved.
I received this charming autobiography of a climbing tree through the generosity of the author for an honest review.
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