The Blossom Festival

The Blossom Festival

by Lawrence Coates


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The Blossom Festival by Lawrence Coates

The Blossom Festival is a richly panoramic chronicle of rural life in the Santa Clara Valley during the decades before World War II. Against the lush backdrop of literally millions of fruit trees unfold the personal dramas of a fascinating cast of characters.

Young Harold Madison, taking a page from his own father's book, seduces and abandons Betsy Moreberg, whose tyrannical father, a successful home builder, packs her off to bear her illegitimate child at a distance. The boy, Peter, returns when his mother agrees to marry Steen Denisen, an ambitious immigrant who wants Betsy's father's business as well as Betsy. Steen seeks nothing better than to bulldoze thousands of fruit trees to make way for new homes as little San Natoma becomes a bedroom community for San Jose, and the land-rich father of Olivia and Albin Roberts must sell prime orchards to keep his family afloat during the Depression.

Peter becomes fascinated with Olivia, who has always wanted to star in the annual Blossom Festival, the traditional spring pageant that heralds the new growing season. Olivia has befriended Fumiko Yamamoto, the nisei daughter of prosperous Japanese fruit growers. The rancorous politics of race and the palpable presence of the overseas war conspire to mar the Blossom Festival of 1940, however, and the friends will scatter. Fumiko's family to a Japanese relocation camp.

This wonderful and leisurely read is an honest rendering of the complex relationships between parents and children in the changing context of a rich region of California that is leaving behind its agricultural past to become Silicon Valley.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780874173376
Publisher: University of Nevada Press
Publication date: 08/01/1999
Series: Western Literature Series
Pages: 360
Product dimensions: 5.60(w) x 9.30(h) x 0.90(d)

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Chapter One

The Last Game November 11, 1920

They played ball on a dirt field that sloped up toward the railroad embankment in right field and dropped off beyond left field into a ravine. They always called it the Southern Pacific Field, because the railroad owned it. None of them thought it had ever been called anything else. Leafless fruit trees marked the foul lines, but the boys could not have told if the field had once been an orchard before the railroad bought and cleared it. They didn't know if it had once served as wheat field for Yankee, or grazing land for Spaniard, or vineyard for Franciscan, or, in times past, a seed meadow where Ohlone women walked and gathered and greeted each clump of trees and each large rock by its true name. The boys played in the endless present of the game, hit and ran across a field created, they had no reason to doubt, especially for them.

    Harold Madison, the oldest and tallest of the players, watched a ball crack cleanly in the air toward him in left field. He circled in, the ball a high white mark in the dark sky, then knew in an instant he'd misjudged, It was over his head. He spun and ran with his back to the field, but he saw the ball land beyond him, bounce twice, and disappear into the ravine.

    "Damn," Harold swore automatically. He hung his glove on the foul-line tree and spidered down to find the ball. The sides of the ravine were slick and leaf-covered, and putty-colored trees curved in toward the creek at the bottom, and everywhere the air smelled wet and rotten.

    Then he stumbled over some rockand ash—a dead hobo fire—and he heard a noise.

    "You lost something? Or just lost."

    An old man with leaves tangled in his hair grinned at Harold from across the creek. He held the baseball up, and Harold saw that the man was missing three fingers. Stumps, dirt-grained as old carrots, played across the seams.

    Overhead, a freight train pounded slowly across the railroad bridge that leaped the ravine.

    "Can I have the ball back, mister?"

    "So, you did lose something," the man said. Harold figured that this was another crazy logger or teamster, left over from the lumbering days. The last redwood had been brought down the hill nine years earlier, when he was seven, and some men had never quite caught on anywhere else. They wandered through the prosperous valley like graying ghosts, and Harold had always been told to leave them be. They were dangerous, people said. Strays.

    "What did you lose?" The man's yellow teeth showed in his smile.

    "The baseball."

    "This baseball?"

    "Please, mister." Harold didn't want to get any closer to him.

    "Ho, ho, ho. Please!" He laughed, then threw the ball across the creek to Harold.

    "Thanks." Harold turned and scrambled up the hill, and he heard the old man behind him.

    "See you around, sport."

    The trees thinned and the sky grew lighter as he reached the edge of the ravine, and the air was colder and cleaner, without the damp rotting smell. He pushed off one last tree and clambered up to the playing field. The other boys were waiting for him.

    Paolo, the shortstop, waved for the ball.

    "Come on. Rain's coming."

    Harold signaled thumbs-up and threw in to Paolo, and their makeshift diamond grew alive again with game chatter. But Harold looked up to the sky, and he knew this would be the last day for baseball. Time was passing. After this holiday, the days would grow short and the rains would come frequently, turning the field to mud. This was Armistice Day, two years after the war, and he and the others, standing on the field under the gray sky, had decided to skip the flags and parade and speeches in San Jose and play one last time together.

    Now the old man had taken him away from the game. He looked back to the ravine, half afraid he would see him rising out of the leaves, rank and enormous. He saw there instead a picture from his memory, a day in October, some years past.

    From the yards a track switch clacked into place and a train whistle blew.

Table of Contents

1Lone Hill
1The Last Game3
3Lone Hill24
4The Well-Kept Home32
5Mrs. Madison36
6The Lye Shed41
7The Butterfly Skirt52
8Full-Time Man59
9Knock on the Door74
10The Last Game86
11Beat the Chinaman95
2The Coast Daylight
12The Coast Daylight107
13Off Visiting Relatives114
14A View from the Tower130
15The Valley of Heart's Delight138
16Lone Hill155
18The Forge172
20House Fire200
21Coal Oil207
22Shorty's Dream213
23New Deal219
24Steen's Dream226
3The Blossom Festival
25The Year of the Rooster233
26The Fairy King249
27Cherry Rain257
28The Language of Birds272
29The White-Limbed Girls281
30The Blossom Festival292
31The World's Fair325
Epilogue: To 1942341

What People are Saying About This

James G. Houston

Lawrence Coates' fondness for the orchard country of central California in the years before World War II brings to mind John Steinbeck and William Saroyan. His novel emerges from that same world, the fertile fields, the crossroads culture, where immigrant families collide and intermingle as they strive to claim some piece of the legendary western terrain. The Blossom Festival is an old American story made new. Coates knows the sorrow of Santa Clara Valley, he knows its history, and his tale shines a haunting light on the world we all inhabit now.

Teresa Jordan

Lawrence Coates' debut novel is full of luminous moments and quiet, true epiphanies. The Blossom Festival introduces a writer you will want to follow.

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