i saw my sec one copy of margaret craven's i heard the owl call my name lying around yesterday, so i picked it up and read it of course. i was not a margin scribbler when i was thirteen, i wonder why not, because i now am, spiritual lovers be damned. there were just a few illegible notes: "change will come to the village" "has gd manners" "upset keetah thought he's judgmental" "?" and some bracketed paragraphs. i was surprised that on this reading, parts of the book made me cry. and many recalled episodes made me laugh - remember the field day we had with "how do i look?" "like an egg, exactly like an egg." and chief eddy? and the victorian we and the bear dying of shock because he had never seen a vicar so far up the mountains? it is better to be a shrimp in the sea of faith than a dead whale on the beach. and mashed turnips, the small revenge on the white man. i've always wanted to know about the mashed turnips bit. i asked someone at school once, but he didn't know what mashed turnips were and thought i asked because they were a special delicacy. that could prove it.