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I Love You, Miss Huddleston: And Other Inappropriate Longings of My Indiana Childhood Hardcover – April 14, 2009
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- Print length208 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherHarperOne
- Publication dateApril 14, 2009
- Dimensions5.5 x 0.77 x 8.25 inches
- ISBN-100060736593
- ISBN-13978-0060736590
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“Philip Gulley’s memoir is sweet and funny - funny enough that you’re tempted to read parts aloud just to amuse yourself further.” — Jay Allison, host and curator, NPR's "This I Believe"
“Gulley has illuminated a childhood where risk and frivolity are combined into one. An engrossing and propelling story that never once lets the reader forget that it’s our youth that makes us all what we are….” — Doug Crandell, author of Pig Boy's Wicked Bird and The Flawless Skin of Ugly People
“A wonderful account of the treasures, trials and plain old wackiness of growing up in small town Indiana. Gulley tells his stories with a bright intelligence, a wry wink and warm-hearted good humor, which are at the same time tender, thought provoking and downright hilarious.” — Carrie Newcomer, singer and songwriter
“Philip Gulley gives us the good laugh, the good cry and a good read of a world still in reach through faith and family.” — Thomas Lynch, author of The Undertaking
“A laugh-out-loud funny tweaking of a not terribly misspent youth.” — Publisher's Weekly
“Flat-out hilarious.” — Booklist
“...a positive, feel-good escape in times that aren’t so simple anymore.” — The Miami Herald
“In the fashion of Mark Twain and Garrison Keillor, Gulley has crafted a book that is great fun, but fun with a message beneath the surface.” — Indianapolis Star
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With his ear for the small town and his knack for finding the needle of humor in life's haystack, Philip Gulley might well be Indiana's answer to Missouri's Mark Twain. In I Love You, Miss Huddleston we are transported to 1970's Danville, Indiana, the everyone-knows-your-business town where Gulley still lives today, to witness the uproarious story of Gulley's young life, including his infatuation with his comely sixth-grade teacher, his dalliance with sin—eating meat on Friday and inappropriate activities with a mannequin named Ginger—and his checkered start with organized religion.
Sister Mary John had shown us a flannelgraph of the apostles receiving the Holy Spirit on the day of Pentecost. They looked quite happy, except that their hair was on fire. . . . I was suspicious of a religion whose highpoint was the igniting of one's head, and my enthusiasm for church, which had never been great, began to fade.
Even as Kennedy was facing down Khrushchev, Danny Millardo and his band of youthful thugs conducted a reign of terror still unmatched in the annals of Indiana history. With Gulley's sharp wit and keen observation, I Love You, Miss Huddleston captures these dramas and more, revisiting a childhood of unrelieved and happy chaos.
From beginning to end, Gulley recalls the hilarity (and heightened dangers) of those wonder years and the easy charm of midwestern life.
About the Author
Philip Gulley is a Quaker minister, writer, husband, and father. He is the bestselling author of Front Porch Tales, the acclaimed Harmony series, and is coauthor of If Grace Is True and If God Is Love. Gulley lives with his wife and two sons in Indiana, and is a frequent speaker at churches, colleges, and retreat centers across the country.
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I Love You, Miss Huddleston
And Other Inappropriate Longings of My Indiana ChildhoodBy Philip GulleyHarperOne
Copyright © 2009 Philip GulleyAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-06-073659-0
Chapter One
My Perilous StartWhen I was four months old, a few days after a photographer had taken my baby picture, my father lost his job. When the photographer returned bearing the proofs for my parents to choose from, they could no longer afford the photos. The man took pity and gave them a proof for free, which my parents displayed on our living room wall, alongside pictures of my siblings. I wore a cute little Onesie. My right hand was extended in a posture of blessing, a beatific smile lay upon my features, purple ink etched the word PROOF across my belly. Adding to this indignity, I was afflicted with cradle cap, which, in combination with a stray shadow, gave me the appearance of wearing a yarmulke. I looked like a miniature rabbi whom the Lord, in that fickle way of the Divine, had placed among the Gentiles. Like my brothers and sister, I was baptized Catholic, though I now believe that was done to throw me off.
When I was old enough to notice my picture, I asked why I was branded so peculiarly.
Glenn, my oldest brother, took it upon himself to explain this and other mysteries to me. "You're not one of us," he said. "Someone left you in a banana box on our front porch."
"We thought someone had given us bananas," my father said. "It was a real disappointment."
Shaken by this revelation, I looked at my mother.
"We love you just the same," she said, patting me on the head.
Thus, I was as Moses among the Egyptians, set adrift in the reeds, a stranger in a strange land.
As a young child I was prone to illness, lurching from one infirmity to another. After one was healed, another rose and took its place. When I was finally healed of the cradle cap, my eyes became inexplicably crossed and my legs turned inward. My mother drove me to Indianapolis to the Shimp Optical Company, where I was fitted with binocular-like glasses. A few weeks later, splints were lashed to my legs and I lay on my back for several days, like a bug-eyed beetle stunned by a spritz of Raid, which is where I was when John F. Kennedy was shot. But I had my own problems and gave his predicament little thought.
In addition to my poor vision and limited mobility, I had a profound speech impediment and could barely make myself understood. My parents employed a speech therapist who came to our home each Thursday and had me repeat words with the letter r.
"The wed caw dwove down the gwavel woad," I would say, over and over again.
The therapist, a Mr. Wobewt Fowtnew, eventually diagnosed me with a weak tongue that couldn't curl sufficiently to make the r sound. He advised my mother to have me take up bubble gum and brought a bag of Bazooka each week for me to chew. This gave me little incentive to correct the problem, and I continued to suffer.
Suffering was the common theme of that decade-the 1960s. Although my parents tried to hide its more violent aspects from us, I sensed something nefarious was under way. It had been our custom to watch Walter Cronkite after supper, but more and more often my siblings and I were shooed outside to play, where we would consult with the other children about world affairs.
Tom Keen-who lived three doors down, was four years older than I, and knew everything there was to know-told us we were at war, fighting the communists in Vietnam. I wasn't sure who the communists were, but knew they were bad since we had drills at school in the event they attacked us. Ours was a passive resistance-we crouched in the hallway, hands over our heads, until the theoretical bombs stopped falling and Mr. Michaels, our principal, came on the intercom to tell us it was safe to return to our desks.
Mr. Vaughn, our immediate neighbor, blamed every social ill on the commies. I deduced from him that communists had long hair, didn't bathe, listened to rock music, and lived, not only in Vietnam, but also in California, which I looked up in the atlas my father kept next to his recliner. California seemed perilously close, less than a foot from Indiana. I would lie awake at night, worrying about the communists and their near proximity.
The communists weren't the only threat to our well-being. Mr. Vaughn also warned us about the Japanese. "Gotta watch those little Nippers. Turn our backs on 'em for a second and they'll sneak attack us. Feisty little devils, the whole lot of 'em." Mr. Vaughn had a German shepherd named King, ostensibly to protect him against the Japanese and communists. But I fed him dog biscuits through the fence and we were thicker than thieves, King and I.
Despite these threats to my well-being, I reached the age of seven and went with my father to the town dump on a Saturday morning in search of a bicycle. Doc Foster, our town's garbage man, guided us past heaps of trash, scavenging various parts of bicycles until we had enough components to fashion suitable transportation. It was, when we finished assembling it, an object of kaleidoscope beauty-a Schwinn Typhoon, consisting of a green, slightly bent frame, two tires of differing sizes, a blue back fender and a yellow front one, and Sting-Ray handlebars. The bike lacked a seat, adding to its uniqueness, so I learned to ride standing up.
Thus equipped, I set out with my brothers to explore our surroundings, riding east down Mill Street and north on Jefferson to the Danner's Five and Dime, where we visited the parrots and listened while hoodlums taught them dirty words. The hoodlums not only led the birds astray, they played pinball, an activity I have ever since associated with moral delinquency.
(Continues...)
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- Publisher : HarperOne; First Edition (April 14, 2009)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 208 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0060736593
- ISBN-13 : 978-0060736590
- Item Weight : 10.9 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.5 x 0.77 x 8.25 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #2,632,979 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #389 in Quaker Christianity (Books)
- #5,498 in Christian Faith (Books)
- #5,820 in Religious Faith
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About the author
Philip Gulley has become the voice of small town American life. Gulley is a Quaker pastor, writer, and speaker from Danville, Indiana. He has written 21 books, including the "Harmony" series recounting life in the eccentric Quaker community of Harmony, Indiana and the the "Hope" series which continues the exploits of Sam Gardner, first introduced in the "Harmony" series.
Gulley also authored the best-selling "Porch Talk" essay series. Gulley’s memoir, "I Love You, Miss Huddleston" was a finalist for the Thurber Prize for American Humor. In addition, Gulley, with co-author James Mulholland, shared their progressive spirituality in the books "If Grace Is True" and "If God Is Love,"" followed by Gulley’s books "If the Church Were Christian," "The Evolution of Faith," and "Living the Quaker Way."
Gulley's 22nd book entitled "Unlearning God: How Unbelieving Helped Me Believe" will be released on September 25, 2018.
"An illuminating spiritual memoir from America’s favorite Quaker storyteller shows how beliefs learned early must often be unlearned so that more helpful and enduring understandings can thrive."
You may read Philip Gulley’s essays in every issue of INDIANAPOLIS MONTHLY and THE SATURDAY EVENING POST. His weekly messages and upcoming speaking appearances are posted on his GraceTalks website at www.philipgulley.com
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Such delightful selection of words, for just the right moment.
About a summer's garden abundance: "No calculator exists that can accurately extrapolate the tons of tomatoes generated by a hundred plants."
Or the footnote on the church dealing with delinquency: "Quaker men, I would later learn after becoming one, are big believers in the redemptive powers of checkers."
And "mothers were soothing our cowlicks with mother-spit..."
One liners infiltrate the story as frequently as salt crystals in a theatre box of Indiana's Weaver Popcorn. The fast-paced story progression and continuous clean, homey, humor is reminiscent of this author's much acclaimed series of Harmony books. This autobiography is the perfect start, followed then with the entire series. Don't forget the two Christmas specials, both so so-o-o funny, they are like Christmas classics. The wife and I actually sent copies out as Christmas cards to special friends.
Yes, I do own almost every Gulley book. His humorous books could potentially be equaled, but never surpassed in fun entertainment. You'd best read it twice because it is packed so full of laughs you'll likely miss some of the subtle humor during just one read. Recommended without reservation, and you don't even have to be a native of Indiana to enjoy. Just a kid at heart.
Even older youth will like "I LOVE YOU, MISS HUDDLESTON".
With Amazon's price--IT IS A BARGAIN BARREL OF LAUGHS.