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Start by marking “Cider With Rosie” as Want to Read: At all times wonderfully evocative and poignant, Cider With Rosie is a charming memoir of Laurie Lee's childhood in a remote Cotswold village, a world that is tangibly real and yet reminiscent of a now distant past. Cider with Rosie is a book by Laurie Lee It is the first book of a trilogy that continues with As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning () and A Moment. "Cider with Rosie" is a wonderfully vivid memoir of childhood in a remote Cotswold village, a village before electricity or cars, a timeless place on the verge of change. Growing up amongst the fields and woods and characters of the place, Laurie Lee depicts a world that is both.
Shelves: non-fiction , memoirs-autobiography , great-britain Ah Reading Cider with Rosie bought back so many memories of my own childhood, I almost forgot about Laurie Lee's. Filled with elaborate metaphors that conjure up wonderful im Ah Filled with elaborate metaphors that conjure up wonderful images of life in the English Gloucestershire countryside post WW1, Lee uses a poetical descriptive prose in describing his early life just as huge change and upheaval took place in society. He offers us his intimate sharing of the people, events, and places that helped shape his days.
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Description "Cider with Rosie" is a wonderfully vivid memoir of childhood in a remote Cotswold village, a village before electricity or cars, a timeless place on the verge of change. Growing up amongst the fields and woods and characters of the place, Laurie Lee depicts a world that is both immediate and real and belongs to a now-distant past. Other books in this series.
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During one particularly cold winter the village boys go foraging with old cocoa-tins stuffed with burning rags to keep their mittenless hands warm.
The week before Christmas the church choir goes carol-singing, which involves a five-mile tramp through deep snow. Calls at the homes of the squire, the doctor, the merchants, the farmers and the mayor soon fill their wooden box with coins as they light their way home with candles in jamjars.
In contrast, the long hot summer days are spent outdoors in the fields, followed by games of "Whistle-or-'Oller-Or-We-shall-not-foller" at night.
Sick Boy is an account of the various illnesses Lee suffered as a young boy, some of which brought him to the brink of death. He also writes about the death of his four-year-old sister Frances, who died unexpectedly when Lee was an infant. All of them fought as cavalrymen in the Great War and then settled back on the land, though Ray emigrated to Canada to work on the transcontinental railway, the Canadian Pacific, before returning home.
Outings and Festivals is devoted to the annual village jaunts and events. Peace Day in is a colourful affair, the procession ending up at the squire's house, where he and his elderly mother make speeches.
The family also makes a four-mile hike to Sheepscombe to visit their grandfather and Uncle Charlie and his family.
There is also a village outing on charabancs to Weston-super-Mare where the women sunbathe on the beach, the men disappear down the side-streets into pubs and the children amuse themselves in the arcade on the pier, playing the penny machines.
There is also the Parochial Church Tea and Annual Entertainment, to which Laurie and his brother Jack gain free admittance for helping with the arrangements. They finally get to gorge themselves on the food laid out on the trestle-tables in the schoolhouse and Laurie plays his fiddle accompanied by Eileen on the piano to raucous applause.
First Bite at the Apple describes the growth of the boys into young adolescents and the first pangs of love. Lee states that "quiet incest flourished where the roads were bad", and states that the village neither approved nor disapproved, but neither did it complain to authority.
Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again They wait for her one Sunday morning in Brith Wood, but when Bill and Boney accost her she slaps them twice and they lose courage, allowing her to run away down the hill. How those bosoms filled my Infant dreams for several years, before I was abruptly wrenched from her creamy embrace! Death was never far away, for the Cotswold nights were as cold as Cotswold nights can be, yet we never complained or fussed o'er much.
Death was part of the cycle in an existence raw and bloody and whether it was the discovery of Miss Flynn's body lying naked in the mill pond or the murder of a loud New Zealander, the village closed ranks. Life was given and life was taken away, and we were answerable only to ourselves. I had never known my father. He had abandoned my bounteous mother after four happy years, leaving her with 19 children, so I was brought up almost entirely by women. When my mother was out trudging the 27 miles along the rutted tracks to gather the scrapings of mould from the bakery or to trap a diseased rat, Granny Trill or Granny Wallon would battle to drip-feed me their fermented turnips, hand-squeezed through their soiled muslin drawers.
Winter marched to its own beat. We would slide our bodies along the gleaming, frozen pond in almost sexual ecstasy, while around us everyone would die. First Granny Trill, then Granny Wallon in quick succession; then we heard my father had cranked his car into a wall in Morden and our mother faded away within minutes. It was like that in our valley; death took whom it pleased in a heartbeat.