REL 3938 Assignment: Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
To be
honest, I have never heard of Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings before taking this
class. I was surprised to hear that a
state park was named after her since most of the state parks we will be
attending are named after Native American tribes/peoples, famous explorers, or
park attractions. However, after digging
deeper into history, I began to realize how Rawlings not only deserves a state
park in her name, but also how her thoughts continue to echo in the hearts and
minds of those readings her books today.
Before
stepping foot on the park grounds, I took a virtual tour of the site. In comparison, taking a virtual tour is like looking
at ones memories – one can capture certain images and thoughts, however those
images, limited to only the sense of vision, cannot be constructed into a full
experience (which would include every sense).
The physical experience of touring the grounds was much more engaging (I
would like to give a special thanks to my classmate Caroline Nickerson for her
excellent tour).
When we
arrived, the first things I noticed is that I was being attacked by a bunch of
mosquitoes. Fortunately, I had the
luxury of being able to use bug spray (which was subsequently borrowed by a few
other classmates). Later on one of the
porches, a huge spider (5 inches minimum length) was found perched in a web
right next to the door – we all shuddered in fear. After these two encounters with a little wildlife
I began to think – Rawlings obviously had to encounter her fair share of these
kinds of creatures (given that we ran into them within a mere 30 min of each
other). So if she couldn’t put on bug
spray to repel mosquitos – if she lived with terrifying spiders right outside
her porch door – if she didn’t even have a toilet in her house for the beginning
of her life in Florida - this would mean that life in the scrubs of Florida was
not an easy endeavor, but rather required a lot of strength, mentally and
physically. This hypothesis only added
to my respect for Rawlings.
Being from a sophisticated
northeast region and attending a University, she was not growing up in a place like
rural Florida. However, as Florence M.
Turcotte claims in “For this is an Enchanted Land: Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings and
the Florida Environment,” at her family farm, Rawlings “learned to share her
father’s love for living close to the earth” (488). So when she and Charles Rawlings, her first
husband, moved down to rural Florida, they had an interest for living away from
urban areas. Sadly, since there marriage
did not last, Charles left Rawlings and she was forced to live on her own. This independence added to her tough life.
Turcotte explains how tough her life got in one anecdote where Rawlings was
about to starve and was “down to a box of uneeda crackers and a can of tomato
soup” (498). Even through these hard
times, as history tells us, Rawlings stayed and bonded with the local “Florida
crackers” (Rawlings words). One might
ask why she enjoyed the simple life of the crackers as opposed to her more
elite life up north. Turcotte emphasizes
how Rawlings did not view the crackers as bad people, but rather as
“independent, self-sufficient” (492) while linking their “tenacity…to the
harshness of their natural surroundings” (496).
Even though the locals always considered her an outsider from the north,
Rawlings still held the crackers with high esteem and respect, which is most
likely why she fell in love with Crossed Creek (the area she lived in) and the
cracker culture.
On the tour, we got a chance to
look at both the Rawlings house as well as the tenant’s house. According to Caroline, the tenant’s is about
the size of what the Rawlings house originally was before all of the
additions. The tenant’s house included one
room (which contained a liquor cabinet where Rawlings hid her moonshine) and a
front porch. In the Rawlings house, the
back porch was used for socializing while the front porch was used for her
writing. Unfortunately I am not familiar
with any of Rawlings’ literature, although I understand she considers herself a
“regional writer” because she writes about the region (Florida scrubs). However, Turcotte believes a more accurate
description is an “environmental writer” because Rawlings is able to “establish
[her] own connection to the natural world through her work without having
experienced life in the Florida woods” (489).
Perhaps if I want to try to experience what Rawlings experienced instead
of looking at images online I should simply read what she wrote.
Right behind the tenant’s house
lays the orange groves. Rawlings has a
quote where she compares “the orange grove” as a “mysterious heart of” a new
world. In order to get to this new
world, one has to “leave the impersonal highway to step inside the rusty gat
and close it behind.” She compares this
“impersonal highway” to long years of spiritual homelessness, of nostalgia” and
the orange grove to “mystic loveliness of childhood” and “home.” To me this quote is all about change – not
gradual change but rather a sudden transformation that is very apparent. When relating this quote to Rawlings’ life,
her impersonal highway she left to get to her orange grove was the period of
time she lived amongst the more elite up folks north. Rawlings’ orange grove is
not just the grove behind the tenant’s house, but rather her tough but much
appreciated life in the Florida scrub.
This life that Rawlings loved,
“where a man can still make a living with an axe and a gun,” was something that
she believed was available to everyone, however could not be seen by
everyone. Just as some people may have a
passion for music instead of sports, or academics instead of labor, Rawlings
held a passion for her rough and laborious life in the Florida scrub (as
opposed to a more privileged life up north), despite not everyone being able to
see such beauty in the Florida scrub. She considered the ability to see such beauty
“the invisible Florida” since not everyone can “see” such beauty as she can. Since
Rawlings wanted more people to be able to experience the life she loved, not
only did she share these experiences in her writings, but she also wished to
preserve the Florida scrub so others would be able to come and experience her
type of living for themselves. Consequently,
Rawlings was not in favor of commercial people, according to Tourette, since
many of these people “had snatched what they could get,” making life hard for
the crackers. Thankfully, this desire to
preserve this invisible Florida has been carried on by the State Parks who, like
Rawlings, are focused on letting others take a peak at the type of life
Rawlings lived. Perhaps through such
efforts, more people will begin to realize that parks such as Marjorie Kinnan
Rawlings are more than just land with old houses, but rather a passage in time
anyone can appreciate and love.