Cake Mixes and Bibles
I tried reading this book years ago, but I never got past Tom’s picket fence painting scam. This time I finished the book. He was very clever in getting the neighbor kids to paint the fence for him by telling them that it was fun. What a little con, I thought, and in this story, he often was just that, a con. Maybe he grew out of it.
I love to paint the inside and outside of houses, and I love painting much of anything that needs painting, but I can’t imagine getting any joy out of painting a picket fence. Too tedious. This story reminded me of the time that I was painting the front porch of our old house at 506 Oaks Street in Paso Robles, CA. I was twelve or so at the time. It was the Sabbath, not that that mattered, and not that I even knew it at the time. My friend, Pat DeBusk, came up the hill to visit with me. She must have been to church because she knew that it was a Sunday. “You are not suppose to be working on the Sabbath,” she let me know. I didn’t know that I was working, and if I was, it didn’t matter. I don’t recall my answer to her. Her mom didn’t even cook on that day. How do you get around cooking? Isn’t heating up yesterday’s food, still working?
Well, the first part of this book was boring to me, and when I wasn’t reading it, I was trying to analyze why. I loved the movie but not the book. Maybe, it is the way he wrote. If some modern writer had written it, maybe I would have loved it. I mean, the story is great, but it is Twain. I didn’t like “Huckleberry Finn” or “Roughing it.” either. Yet, at least in “Finn: I loved the idea of taking a raft with a slave and trying to save him.
The story picked up when Tom and Huck went to the cemetery one night. What they were doing there I don’t recall, but even I went to a cemetery one night with a friend. Kids just like to do that sort of thing. It was then that they learned of Indian Joe’s doings. It was then that a man got killed. It was then, in my own mind, that this book went from a two-star read to a three-stare read, which meant that I liked the book but not enough to ever read it again.
There was another story in this book that reminded me of something that had happened in my own childhood: Tom had traded trinkets with kids for tickets so he could win a prize at church. What he won was a bible. Maybe, I thought, he could trade the bible for a dead rat, since he wasn’t into religion. Well, I thought of my classmate in high school may have read this book. One year we had an Easter egg hunt in the city park where the old library stood. I won second prize and received a child’s box of cake mix with mini baking dishes. Benny Hall won first prize, a large Easter basket with all kinds of goodies in it. The next day the news at school was that Benny’s friends had given him their eggs for a share in the winnings. Years later, at my high school reunion, I was standing in line behind Benny and we got to talking and laughing about the Easter egg hunt, and he apologized and said that he didn’t want to share his basket with the kids, so they chased him home. I don’t recall if they caught him or not.