Marshfield Dreams: When I Was a Kid

Marshfield Dreams: When I Was a Kid

by Ralph Fletcher

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The colorful boyhood of a popular author comes to life in this personal account

Imagine learning from a nosy classmate that your mother is having yet another baby. To Ralph's classmates, news of one more Fletcher baby is just "scuttlebutt." But for Ralph, the oldest of nine, being part of a large family means more kids to join in the fun—from making tripods in the woods and "snicking" up the rug to raising chicks and even discovering a meteor (well, maybe). It doesn't feel like there's life beyond Marshfield, Massachusetts. Then one day Dad's new job moves the family to Chicago, and there's so much Ralph has to leave behind. In this humorous and captivating memoir, Ralph Fletcher traces the roots of his storytelling.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250010247
Publisher: Square Fish
Publication date: 09/04/2012
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 208
Sales rank: 91,492
Product dimensions: 5.47(w) x 8.19(h) x 0.65(d)
Age Range: 10 - 15 Years

About the Author

Ralph Fletcher is the author of a wide range of books for young readers, from picture books (The Sandman) to novels (The One O'Clock Chop), from memoirs (Marshfield Dreams) to writing advice (Guy-Write). He also teaches workshops on poetry and writing. Mr. Fletcher lives with his family in Lee, New Hampshire.

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Marshfield Dreams


THERE’S A TOWN called Marshfield in the state of Vermont. You can also find a Marshfield in Maine, one in Missouri,and one in Wisconsin. I grew up in Marshfield,Massachusetts. The curly part of Massachusetts that sticks out into the ocean is Cape Cod. Marshfield sits on the ocean,just above that curl.

I lived on Acorn Street in a regular house bordered by forest on two sides. Dad owned seven acres of woods in back. Across a dirt driveway we had Ale’s Woods,a forest of pine trees. The pines dropped millions of needles,which gave the forest floor a nice,springy feel. Those trees were great for climbing. If I crawled out too far on a limb and fell,the soft needles cushioned my fall,so I never got hurt.

The woods held magical things. We found snake skins,real Indian arrowheads,box turtles, beehives,snake spit on tall grass. We dug up the buried trash from people who lived there many years before. We saw gravestones so old we could no longer read the names carved in them. We found all kinds of mushrooms. Some were edible, and others were poisonous toadstools. Mom said to think of them as strangers—some are good, some are bad,and since you couldn’t tell the difference it was best to leave them alone. One morning in the woods I stepped into a fairy ring of mushrooms,a big circle ten feet across.

There was a tiny stream in our backyard small enough so you could step from one bank to theother. This stream flowed under the dirt driveway and formed a swamp at the edge of Ale’s Woods. I loved the dank smell of that swamp and all the things that lived there: mossy logs and goggle-eyed frogs,bloodsuckers and eels and foul-smelling skunk cabbage. Half the swamp was underwater,and the other half contained thick, dense mud. It was impossible to walk through that muck without getting stuck. More than once I tried and left behind one of my sneakers,a lost sole sunk forever at the bottom of the swamp. I got in trouble for that. But today I’m glad to know that something of mine was left behind in Marsh-field.

Here is my story.


AS THE OLDEST of nine,I was named after my father and my grandfather. Some kids on Acorn Street teased me,calling: "Hey,Juuuu-nioooor!" not that I minded. I liked having the same name as my father,but it did cause confusion in the house.

Whenever Mom called out,"Ralph!" Dad and I would both answer,"Yeah?"

"No,Big Ralph!" or, "Little Ralph!" she yelled back,to clarify things. I guess that would have annoyed some people,but it didn’t really bother me. Dad was tall and handsome. I bragged to my friends that my father was so cool he had three jobs: teacher,milkman,bartender. I was proud of him. I loved knowing that Ralph could fit us both in one snug syllable.


BY THE TIME I was three I already had a brother, Jimmy,who was a year younger than me. My sister Elaine was a year younger than Jim. Dad worked as a traveling book salesman,and Mom took care of us when Dad was away. Dad came home on Friday nights. On Saturdays,after breakfast,the whole family would play outside.

As soon as I saw Mom and Dad coming out the door,I’d get excited and run to the big boulder in the front yard. We were about to play my favorite game,Statue. I arranged my body in a certain pose and froze. Then I closed my eyes,waiting. My heart beat faster as they came closer.

"What’s this?" Dad asked.

"It looks like a statue!" Mom said. She had Jimmy and Lainie in the stroller and pushed them closer.

"A statue of a little boy!" Dad exclaimed. "It’s beautiful! It’s absolutely perfect! Amazing!"

Mom knelt to touch my nose. I could feel the eyes of my whole family studying me closely. Jimmy laughed. The baby just stared.

"A little boy carved in stone!" Mom exclaimed. "You think we could buy it?"

"Hey look!" Dad said. "There’s a price tag right here on the sleeve!"

I remained absolutely still,barely breathing, while Dad examined the invisible tag.

"How much?" Mom asked impatiently. "How much is it?"

"It’s a lot—one hundred dollars!" Dad told her. "But who cares? It’s worth every penny! I’d pay five hundred dollars for a statue like this! I’d pay a thousand!"

I tried hard not to smile.

"Excuse me,madam," Dad said to baby Lainie. "Is this your store? My wife and I would like to buy this statue here. A hundred dollars? Certainly. Here you go. Ten,twenty thirty forty fifty sixty seventy eighty ninety one hundred. What? Ship it? No,no thank you. We’ll just put it in our car and drive it home."

He handed Lainie to Mom and picked me up. With me in his lap,stiff as a board,he sat on the boulder. Mom sat beside him. Dad pretended to turn on the car ignition.

"Drive carefully," Mom said. "We don’t want the statue to get damaged."

"Don’t worry," Dad replied, while turning the steering wheel. He pretended to park the car. "Here we are."

"Where should we put the statue?" Mom asked.

"I’ve got the perfect place for it," he said. "Right here in our front yard."

"How wonderful," Mom exclaimed. "We’ve got two boys,but I’ve always wanted another."

"Look at the detail on the face." Dad bent down to examine me closely. "It almost looks alive!"

That was my cue. Slowly,I lifted my chin and looked up,first at my father,then at my mother.

"My goodness!" they shouted. "He’s alive!"

Hugs! Kisses!

"It’s a real boy!" Dad exclaimed. "Would you like to live with us?"

Shyly,I nodded. With more hugs and kisses, they welcomed me into the family.

"It’s a miracle," Dad kept saying. "An absolute miracle."

Excerpted from Marshfield dreams by Ralph Fletcher.
Copyright © 2005 by Ralph Fletcher.
Published in First edition-2005 by Henry Holt and Company.
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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Marshfield Dreams: When I Was a Kid 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book out loud to my 4th grade students and had tons of laughs! Their favorite chapter was "Michele with one L". They made me read it over and over, even after we were finished. The book was great for teaching point of view, characterization, and text to self connections. We were learning something new about being a writer in every chapter. We felt like Ralph was one of our classmates and we were on the adventure with him in Marshfield, all the way from Texas! isThay asWay an wesomeAy ookBay!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A really good book! Its really funny! :)
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a delightful, easy read about the author's life when he was young. I will be using this for a common core unit on memoirs with my 4th graders. They will love the stories and be able to ask great questions about the past.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book its like a childhood book i wish they can make a chigao dreams i love this book. Most book are good but this one was great i cant wait to share more book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really a good book we read in school. Ralph came to talk a few years ago. Of course its not the year im in 6th grade!! Anyways, i absolutely love the book. And i have the same name as his sister oohh
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am 2 pages in to the book and I like it.I totolly recomend you buy this book if you are having truble getting it or not!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a awsone book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved the book he does a great job writing it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book ever ever ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Guest More than 1 year ago
The stories are charming and magical and evoke the array of emotions we experience in childhood. I loved the map of the neighborhood!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I grew up in Marshfield, MA during the 70's and had many of the same outdoor experiences that Ralph captured in his book (even though I am a girl and of a new generation- I could still relate). This is a quick and easy read that takes you on a wonderful journey of a happy childhood celebrating family, local history, and the natural landscape and residents of a small coastal town. Marshfield has become developed much since the 70's of my childhood but it was nice to be reminded of all the wonders and joy of growing up in a wooded wonderland (pre-sub-division craziness). I wish town planners would read this book! Overall, this story will leave you with a warm feeling and a smile on your face.