Allen Johnson with his dog Co-Co in the early 1940's
Allen Johnson
Jr., 79, has lived a life filled with adventure, travel and success, but he
insists, “My life peaked at nine.” He has written a memoir and books of poems
and essays, often reflecting on the unfettered joy of growing up under the
“benign neglect” of his parents and the loving guidance of black employees in
his parents’ large Alabama home surrounded by forest in Mountain Brook, an
affluent suburb of Birmingham.
Johnson
attended three universities, and sailed to Europe in the mid Fifties on the Ile de
France when he met Ernest Hemingway on board. He has lived in a variety of
places including Switzerland, Cuba, Florida and Vermont, where in 1971 he
founded the Vermont State Craft Center. He
plays jazz guitar. He met and wrote about Albert Einstein and Nat King Cole and
he served in the army in ’59 and ’60.
But he insists the best time of his life was his boyhood in the South.
His
memoir “Fun! A Boyhood”, was written and
published over twenty years ago, primarily “so that my descendants would be
able to know what I was like as a boy. I also wanted to memorialize what was an
extraordinarily joyful time in my life along with some of the people—and dogs—who
gave me so much love and fun.”
In “Fun” Allen
remembers the particular pleasures of a boyhood in the 30’s and 40’s--handmade
slingshots, comic books, pocket knives , war-time Spam and margarine instead of
butter, his Dick Tracy cap gun and the little comic strips that were wrapped
around Double Bubble gum, radio shows like “Terry and the Pirates”, hoecake
dripping with melted butter, BB guns and firecrackers, water pistols, yoyos,
chemistry sets—most of which would never be permitted by careful parents
today. “Having a dollar in your pocket
was money. Having six cardboard tubes of copper-coated BBs in your pocket
dragging down your pants was wealth,” he wrote.
Re-reading
his memoir 20-some years later, Johnson reflected, “I found the seventy-three
year-old me in complete accord with the fifty-two year-old me on the subject of
the negativism in the modern world. I
continue to want to do my small part to turn this trend around. It is essential that we start to pay more
attention to the source of the joyful, fun things in life.”
So he drew on
his childhood memories for three books, known collectively as the Blackwater
novels, and turned to his long-time friend George Schnitzer of Premium Press America,
an independent publisher, to publish them.
The books, which are reminiscent of Mark Twains’ works about boyhood a
century earlier, are targeted at forth and fifth graders but appeal just as
much to adults and especially grandparents who want to share their childhood
adventures with their grandchildren. (Many
of Johnson’s own adventures, bad and good, including blowing up the toilet with
a cherry bomb, appear in the books.) They have won a number of awards including
the INDIEFAB Book of the Year Award, and the IPPY 2015 Bronze Medal for Best
Juvenile Fiction.
In the first
novel, “My Brother’s Story”, identical
twins Johnny and Will are orphaned and adopted by two families, Johnny by an abusive
aunt in Tennessee and Will by a loving couple who live in the country near
Birmingham. Johnny runs away and is sheltered deep in the Blackwater Swamp by
Linc, a reclusive black man who is persecuted by Bobby Scagg, the son of the
man who lynched Linc’s father. In turn,
Johnny is able to care for Linc when he becomes ill with malaria. “My Brother’s
Story” is a record of the twins’ adventures as they search to find each other
and then to win the right to live together.
The second
novel, “The Dead House,” continues the tale of the twins, and draws on author
Johnson’s love of tree houses, riding on Pullman trains, dogs, and mysterious
mansions. The third, “A Nest of Snakes” begins when the twins, up
in their tree house, overhear a plot. With
their friend Rad Fox they decide to help Linc, who is in danger from the Ku
Klux Klan. One reviewer, Morris Dees, of
the Southern Poverty Law Center said, “Their story has an important childhood
lesson at its heart: How good men and women, black and white, would stand up to
violent, scheming racists in the era of Jim Crow.”
Race
relations and the inequities of the past play a part in each of the Blackwater
novels. As Johnson told me, “The point I
try to make in these books is that a lot of love existed between the races, and
in my entire boyhood I never saw one interaction that wasn’t based on love and
respect. When I was growing up, a lot
of us were exposed to a black person who worked for the family. I learned about honesty from our cook, Nettie. They became part of the family and helped to
raise us.”
But as an
adult, Johnson realized the poisonous injustices rampant in the South. “As a child I didn’t understand. But my college years at the University of
Alabama also gave me first-hand experience of the good people coming together
with love to help each other and to confront racial hatred. I was in the audience when Nat King Cole was
attacked.” (In 1956 the entertainer was
assaulted on stage during a concert in Birmingham, Alabama.)
Beyond describing
interactions between the races in the
1930’s and 40’s, the novels are a celebration of the joys of an
unfettered, unscheduled boyhood. “My
hope is that grandparents will read the novels to their grandkids for fun and
to help them understand how life was back in their day.”
He laments that such an unregulated and independent childhood is not necessarily possible today. “The country is much more urban than when I was a child. Roaming free in the woods is not possible for many kids. Rough and ready fun, contact with nature, has been lost. Also, the media have got parents so scared that they won’t let kids go off on their own. Modern kids are over-structured and hooked on technology and there may not be much we can do about it.”
But Johnson, who
has three adult children but no grandchildren (yet), is hoping that he can help
today’s kids rediscover the possibilities of childhood. “I consider these books to be parables on how
to live. They come from an earlier time when young people played outside as I
did as a boy in Alabama. Fun was my goal
and the possibility of getting into trouble added spice. When I went out the door in the morning, I
knew I was going to have fun. The only
question was how much fun.”
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