Summer
By Alice Gordon
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Summer - Alice Gordon
Preface
Alice Gordon
If I ever exchange my New York City address for a mailbox on a country road, it will be because I have succumbed, finally, to a river I first saw in summer. The Guadalupe is clear and green in the environs of the town of Hunt, Texas, which is really only a post office and store in the Hill Country. Much of the river is narrow and shallow, a limestone bed bubbling with artesian springs; elsewhere it is as deep as eight feet and 50 yards wide—making jade-colored swimming holes, half a mile long. Old cypress trees droop over stretches of the river; other parts of it are bounded by limestone cliffs, and as you swim beneath them you can hear canyon wrens singing from the ledges. Except during storms the water is slow-moving because it has been picturesquely dammed at irregular intervals by girls’ camps and the owners of big river-rock houses built many years ago. There are also smaller houses on the river road, wooden cottages like the one I visited with my best friend and her parents the year I was 12. That was the year this river became my future South of France, my Lake Tahoe, the place I want to be when summer comes.
I guess I had better things to do than go to Hunt in the summers between 12 and 25; but since 25 I have tried to return every year. Very little has changed. While I am there my time is spent more or less as it was when I was 12: I’m in the water for hours, swimming, floating, exploring, doing nothing. I’ve found a particularly beautiful spot on the river where no one else ever seems to go, a big flat rock jutting out under a cliff. I have swum to it again and again with various friends and sometimes their dogs, pushing inner tubes holding coolers full of lunch or notebooks full of work destined not to get done. Amazingly, after all this time, the Crider family’s old arena, café, and dance floor are still down the road, and there’s still a rodeo followed by a dance under the stars every Saturday night. One of the cooks in the café is a man I had a crush on back when he was a 16-year-old from Houston, where I lived then, too. With a few other odd jobs he manages to make a living in Hunt during the rest of the year. I haven’t asked him how it feels to live there when the summer is over or not yet begun.
Houston lost its favor after I discovered the Texas Hill Country, and yet I loved the summers I spent there as a child for being filled with peculiarly suburban pleasures: waking up to the buzz of the lawn mower and the fragrance of San Augustine grass filtering into the house through the air-conditioning; pointing the hose on our neighbor’s smooth cement driveway and sliding on our backs in the water that pooled under the porte cochere; playing block-long hide-and-seek at dusk, or darting in and out of the fog made by the tanklike DDT machine as it lumbered through the neighborhood spraying for mosquitoes—little did we know then about fractured chromosomes. The great thing about summer is that it seems to bless you wherever you are.
Being at home and just around the neighborhood in summer meant having nothing special to do. I still have the feeling on summer mornings that I can jump out of bed and spend the whole day fooling around and seeing what’s up, even—or perhaps especially—when my life must follow an orderly agenda. In spite of my adult responsibilities, editing this book was more like seeing what was up than following an agenda, for I had the privilege, as you will now, to see summer topics transformed into tales of wonderful or not so wonderful but always rich and complicated summers, summers I would love to have been a part of and now am, in a way, for having read about them. All together these writerly increments of a season made me think of something obvious, something I have been known to forget in the heat of a concrete-city noon: in summer, everything in nature is designed to grow and thrive. Everything includes us.
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