The House on Rock Harbor Road -- Wednesday, July 19 1961

Here's the latest, another scanned couple pages of the next post..er, entry in my Dad's early '60s journal. Highlights include more adventures of an artist struggling to make a living. Also, we discover my mother's secret desire!!!

The House on Rock Harbor Road -- Friday, July 14

It's been a few months, so let's get back to my father's journal. Here we pick it back up in the middle of July, 1961. His brother, Bob, and his family visit my family on the Cape. Meanwhile my father continues to make a go as an artist. Finally, my folks end up in Provincetown for dinner an eye-opening walk through the ever-present galleries.

Yep, it was the dawn of a new era - where my Dad was getting a firsthand look at Beats and the culture of artists. Remember, this was 1961, and while not exactly square, my father was unused to seeing, as he puts it, the "habitat of beats." [No scans of his pages this time, just my transcriptions of his longhand.]

July 14, Friday

The Bob Smiths arrived about eight Wednesday evening. Showed them the house, let the kids see each other and rub noses (our had already been tucked into bed, under protest, “Oh dear, now we’ll never get to see them.”) then showed them to their cottage in the woods. Moo and I returned after nine bearing ice bold beer, and we had a good time chatting.

On Thursday morning Moo and Ann took all the kids to Pleasant Bay where Robin, Laurie, and Cindy had to report for their swimming lessons. Bob and I drove off with the VW to sketch and take pictures. A friend of Aunt Moo’s said, oh if she could have a picture painted of the view from Fort Hill. So, obligingly I sketched the scene; that is, I made note-sketches of two or three parts of the panoramic 180 degree expanse of inlet, islands, salt marsh, outer beach, ocean, fields, and foothills. By late afternoon, after a time out for  a swim in Skaket, I had completed a 9x12 oil wash looking north across a cove beyond a cedar meadow, and a 14x17” painting of the inlet to the east, the largest oil wash I have done to date.

Priced them in the gallery. As yet, no comment from Moo’s friend. Though later that evening she looked at them and didn’t care enough for either to buy them. But she told Aunt Moo she might take one of the other small washes. Notwithstanding all this talk, she never mentioned the pictures again.

Saturday morning Aunt Moo drove home with them. Aunt Moo wanted one of the $7 pictures but being family and having stayed here for two weeks she thought she should be given a 20% discount and offered to give me $5 for it. We told her she could have the picture, especially since she had taken us to dinner and to the theater in Dennis.

Then followed much discussion – she said she wouldn’t take the picture unless I took the $5. But how would she carry the picture? Put it in her suitcase? Too big! Wrap it? It would bend. Lay in the car? Too crowded. It was decided that the pictures would stay here and mother would bring it when she drives home to Morristown.

Thursday evening Bob and Ann took us out to dinner. We left at 7 o’clock and drove to Provincetown. It was the first time there for any of us since Moo and I hadn’t gotten any further down on the Cape than Truro.

Provincetown is a rather startling experience. There were the dunes to be seen on the way into town and the long row of tiny cottages along the bay. Then suddenly the road narrowed into one crowded street where the station wagon had to crawl by a single row of parked cars, one sidewalk, and shops and houses fronting almost on the street. Add to this the shoppers and the strollers who step aside as you pass and the whole effect is one of edging your way through some thronging (foreign) street.

They are...a rather varied and motley crowd. Some of the throng comes across the bay from Boston by boat. Some arrives by Cadillac from Hyannis, others by motor scooter from Greenwich Village in Manhattan and the forefathers of many natives came by ships from Portugal and England. And they all make up the unique setting that is Provincetown.

There is much of the arty chic of New Hope here, and much of the grubbiness that has always characterized Bohemia and today marks the beats, but it’s all colorful, much of it talented, part of it great, still more of it without greatness or talent. Commercial Street finally runs its course and cheapens near the end.

We ate dinner in the Flagship and afterwards went gallery-hopping back along Commercial Street. We missed seeing the best art the town offers for at ten o’clock both the Chrysler Museum and the Provincetown Art Association were closed. Still, the people in the galleries proved almost more interesting than the paintings.

In the first gallery we came to, a one man show was being launched with punch bowl, paper cups and all. Having dressed for dinner and perhaps overdressed after wearing casuals for two weeks, Moo and I as well as Bob and I felt much overdressed. In fact, almost pleasingly so, for this was a habitat of beats. There were beards but mangy beards, and sandaled feet that vied for the honor of being the “dirtiest.” (I wondered if these people ever went on the beach but then if they did they might look as though they were square.) The women were variously dressed in a fashion that put them way out. Most with a spooky look (Editor's Note: I'm guessing they wore black eye-liner and maybe black clothes. Spooky indeed!).

My Next Big Thing

YA author Kimberly Newton Fusco asked me to participate in an Internet happening called My Next Big Thing. My Next Big Thing is a self-interview where published and non-published writers answer 10 questions about their current work. Many national and international writers have participated. It gives readers a glimpse into the working life of a writer.

Big thanks to Kim for choosing me. So, here is my Next Big Thing. At the end of it, I tag three other writers to carry the torch further into the blogosphere. (By the way, check out Kim's third novel, Beholding Bee, out Feb 12.)

What is the working title of your book? The Last Good State.

Where did the idea come from for the book? My parents moved me and my three sisters around a lot as a kid. I loved seeing new places, but I always wondered what it would be like if our family had never left the house we all grew up in. Then, what would happen if our parents sold the house after we had all moved out but a lot of our childhood stuff was still in it.

From there I started thinking about the different personalities of these kids living in my alternative universe house. I grew up on Cape Cod, where the story takes place. I worked in a restaurant in high school and college. The restaurant was run by this couple and they had three kids who all worked there. I got a real inside view of the business and this family. I had been wanting to somehow incorporate that experience into my writing for a while, and combining these two story-lines into one novel seemed like a no brainer.

What genre does your book fall under? It's contemporary fiction. Family drama, if there is such a category. Or family dramady.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? I have a hard time mapping my characters to actors. But here's what I came up with. There are four siblings and their parents:

Kids:
Ellen Page
Kat Dennings
Allison Williams
Joseph Gordon-Levitt

Parents:
Val Kilmer
Holly Hunter/Lea Thompson

I had no idea the kids were that good looking. The father is a bit unhinged, so Val on a good day could pass. Holly Hunter is great, although I might have to bolster her part a little. If Holly passes, let's give Lea a job. Of course, the part might have to be rewritten. Totally different acting styles.

What is a one-sentence synopsis of your book? After their parents divorce and decide to sell the  family house, four siblings, aged 18 to 28, return home to claim their stuff and run an estate sale before the house is sold.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? I'm still working on it. I'm at 73,000 words, around 70-75% through it. It's taken over 2 years to get to this point.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? I've just discovered Jonathan Tropper. He writes a lot about kids going home again and families coming together in crazy ways. I'm not as funny as him, but I guess I'd love to hit both a comical and dramatic tone. I really loved The Corrections, the comic and tragic of one family. I'm not comparing per se, but if there is a family drama category, Jonathan Franzen blazed that trail, at least for me. I also really liked the brother and sister relationship in Dana Spiotta's Stone Arabia, and the thread of family that runs through Jennifer Egan's A Visit from the Goon Squad, A.M. Homes' This Book Will Save Your Life and May We Be Forgiven, and any novels by Bruce Wagner.

Who or what inspired you to write this book? Initially I was interested in a family that was unlike any other family I could think of. I thought, what if each family member was somehow notorious, either a criminal or a reality tv star or some kind of news sensation. I quickly realized that the tone of a story like that was hard to pull off, and I also couldn't come up with sympathetic characters to write about. That's when this other more realistic family came to mind.

What else about your book might pique a reader’s interest? If you're tired of vampires or zombies or post apocalyptic landscapes, then this book is for you!

When and how will it be published? You would have to ask that.

Enough about my Next Big Thing. Here are three amazing writers who will now tell you all about their Next Big Thing:

Robin Black is the author of the story collection, If I loved you I would tell you this, a finalist for the 2010 Frank O’Connor International Short Story Prize. She is the 2012-13 Distinguished Visiting Writer at Bryn Mawr College and is currently at work on her first novel. You can read her blog posts at Beyond the Margins where she's a contributor. 

Cynthia Sherrick writes adult romantic suspense, although she has written YA along with some short stories and plays, as well. She began writing when she was just six years old. Growing up in a family of writers she knew creating stories was the path she would follow. Cynthia is nearly finished with her third novel and continues to pursue acquiring a literary agent and getting published. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New England Chapter of Romance Writers, and Tampa Area Romance Authors. 

Juliette Fay’s latest novel, The Shortest Way Home, was chosen as one of Library Journal‘s Top 5 “Best Books of 2012: Women’s Fiction.” Juliette’s first novel, Shelter Me, was a 2009 Massachusetts Book Award “Must-Read Book.” Her second, Deep Down True, was short-listed for the Women’s Fiction award by the American Library Association. Juliette received a bachelor's degree from Boston College and a master's degree from Harvard University. She lives in Massachusetts with her husband and four children. When she’s not trying to keep track of her kids or daydreaming about her next story, Juliette can be reached on her website, Facebook and Twitter.

The House on Rock Harbor Road -- Wednesday, July 12

Today I'm posting scans of my father's journal from July 12, 1961.

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The House on Rock Harbor Road -- Tuesday, July 11

The next in my ongoing project to post my father's journals from the early sixties. Today I'm posting scans of his pages from July 11, 1961.

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