Home: The Blueprints of Our Lives
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Home: The Blueprints of Our Lives

by John Edwards, Jonathan Prince, Cate Edwards
     
 

Most of us can trace the shape of our lives back to a physical place—a childhood home that played an enormous role in defining how we see ourselves and how we choose to make our way in the world. In Home, John Edwards has collected nearly sixty moving stories that reflect how these places, in many ways, are the blueprints of our lives. Home

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Overview

Most of us can trace the shape of our lives back to a physical place—a childhood home that played an enormous role in defining how we see ourselves and how we choose to make our way in the world. In Home, John Edwards has collected nearly sixty moving stories that reflect how these places, in many ways, are the blueprints of our lives. Home features uplifting, touching, and engaging narratives from all kinds of people across the country—everyday Americans with deeply inspiring stories share the pages with well-known figures from entertainment and religion, from politics and sports.

Visit the early homes of:

Mario Batali Benicio Del Toro Bob Dole Tommy Franks John Glenn Danny Glover Nanci Griffith Sugar Ray Leonard Maya Lin Jamie-Lynn Sigler Steven Spielberg Vera Wang Rick Warren
. . . and many more.

Through words, photos, and illustrations, Home paints a moving picture of America at its best—a country where people, no matter their background, no matter their circumstance, can build a great future. One by one, these different stories reveal our common story—a story that begins with the home we grew up in, the values it gave us, and the hopes that we share.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Former senator from North Carolina and John Kerry's running mate in 2004, Edwards delivers a poignant coffee-table meditation on an institution as intensely venerated in America as it is universal: home. Some 60 Americans from novelist Isabel Allende, chef Mario Batali, musician John Mellencamp, quarterback Joe Montana and architect Maya Lin to numerous lesser-known professionals in social work, farming and academia contribute reflections on the place where they grew up or the locus that has meant the most to them in their lives; large full-color photographs of those places accompany their stories. Their first-person testimony is consistently engaging and downright endearing. Danny Glover, for example, recalls his family's house in the Haight-Ashbury section of San Francisco as the source from which he and his siblings inherited their lifelong consciousness of "equanimity and responsibility, ownership and aspiration." Paging through the book offers the reader a pleasant sense of discovery of how people feel about how they live. Edwards's introduction, which unfortunately reads like a political speech, gives way to an inspiring, myth-making journey through diverse lives sprung from a vast, ever changing America. (Nov. 14) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
This large-format collection of brief, evocative personal essays presented by former North Carolina Senator and John Kerry running mate Edwards celebrates the vast emotional and developmental import of our beloved childhood homes. Nearly 60 contributors offer photographs of and reminiscences about the houses they remember: rooms, porches, sounds, aromas, and-more potently-relationships, lessons, the image of a family around the table or friends running in and out, and the influence of all these aspects of home. Director Steven Spielberg recalls making his first film with his electric train set and his father's 8mm Kodak, in Scottsdale, AZ. Television personality Star Jones describes three generations of her family in a small house in the North Carolina mountains. Other noncelebrity contributors, from farmers to educators, tell equally engaging stories, whether set in a Colorado barrio, a four-room Bronx, NY, apartment, or a trailer park for veterans in Ohio. With an introduction by Edwards, this book is a heartwarming collection appropriate for public libraries.-Janet Ingraham Dwyer, Worthington Libs., OH Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780060884543
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
11/14/2006
Pages:
176
Product dimensions:
9.00(w) x 10.75(h) x 0.60(d)

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Home

The Blueprints of Our Lives
By John Edwards

Wellness & LifeStyle

Copyright © 2006 John Edwards
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-06-088454-1


Chapter One

Jack Adair

No matter how big we get, our roots always stay connected to our leaves. It is our roots, after all, that determine how the rest of us grows. Well, my life has been living proof that the apple never falls far from the tree. I was born in a small farmhouse out in Oklahoma's farm country. My father, Madison Bates Adair, and my grandfather Jesse Eugene Adair spent two years building with their own hands the house that Dad and Ma would move into when they were married in 1922. They would live there for the rest of their lives.

With three bedrooms, a living room, dining room, kitchen, screened-in back porch, and a big front porch, the simple house was all we needed. It sat in a valley, nestled between hills, a creek, and sprawling green pastures. We swam, fished, and sometimes bathed in the creek. We carried water from a nearby cold spring, where we also stored our milk and butter. To cook and heat the house, we relied on wood; for light, we used kerosene lamps. Since our farm was so remote, we hiked two and one-half miles to and from school every day.

Our family grew in that house; we grew taller, we grew older, and we grew closer. When you're eleven miles from the nearest town, the folks you live with are pretty much all you've got. And luckily for me, my family was a good one.

Even though we were poor, we werenever hungry. The smell of Ma's bread cooking in the kitchen always crept through the house, making it warmer, and at suppertime we all gathered in my favorite room of the house, the dining room.

Even though it was quiet, we were never alone. And every night after supper, we used to gather around to hear Dad play the fiddle, and Ma would sing.

Even though it was simple, it was beautiful.

Growing up the way we did, out in the middle of nowhere and without a whole lot of spending money, you learn the meaning of hard work and self-sufficiency. I remember how hard the Depression hit, but we were very autonomous-raising livestock for our meat, milk, and eggs and growing our own vegetables. All of us contributed, and we relied on one another, trusted one another. I always found it funny how, miles away from our neighbors, we never felt isolated. In our little farming community, families understood one another and never hesitated to help out in time of need. I don't think we would have had that in a big city.

It wasn't until 1941 that we had electricity at the house, so that's when we added electric lights and got a radio and an electric iron. In 1946, after the war, we also bought a refrigerator and a washing machine. Even though we appreciated all this new, fancy equipment, sometimes we just preferred the simple life; in 1962, we put in modern bathroom facilities, but my dad still used the outhouse. We also drilled a well in the 1940s but still drew water from the old one for many years. I suppose we had just learned to make do with what we had and to trust it, and we didn't see the need for much more.

I lived in that house for twenty years, until I left to join the army in 1953. When I was discharged two years later, I took a wife and made a family of my own. Call me a simple man, but I loved the farm life. There were voices in those quiet hills that told me everything I needed to become a man. So once I became one, I decided to follow in the noble footsteps of my dad. We bought the farm from my parents in the 1970s before they passed away and built a home of our own on the property, not too far from the old house, where my sister still lives. I'm still on this quiet Piney, Oklahoma, farm today and, like my folks, don't plan to move out until I move on for the last time.

-Jack Adair, Farmer Hometown: Piney, Oklahoma

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