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Sunday, August 2, 2015

Sassafras Fortune



by Clarence Wolfshohl

The first spring we lived in our house, I stumbled upon the sassafras trail. I was clearing brush from around the house, which we had built in the midst of our nine-acre wood, saving what wood I could for the coming winter’s fireplace. A pile of logs and cut brush ran across the streamlet alongside the house, gathered there by the previous owners. They had cleared only a small area before they were transferred and sold us the mostly white oak and hickory woods. As I chainsawed the logs into fireplace lengths, the air suddenly exploded with the odor of sassafras. One of the logs was of a sassafras tree.

Two images immediately appeared in mind. One was a dollar’s sign. Back when we lived in West Virginia, it had cost us a small fortune (at least, for us) to have one of Patricia’s teeth capped when she broke it on a piece of sassafras candy. The other was a page I had seen recently in the Norton Anthology of British Literature, a page containing a poem by Michael Drayton, a contemporary of Shakespeare, entitled “Ode: To the Virginia Voyage.” Not being an Elizabethan scholar, I had never read the poem before but found it as I was browsing through the anthology on an idle, rainy Sunday. The poem was in celebration of an expedition to Virginia that set off from England in December 1606. Drayton had published the poem before the three ships left and had anticipated the fortune to be found. Among the treasures of pearl and gold; fowl, venison and fish; fruitful soil; and “earth’s only paradise,” were

The cypress, pine,

And useful sassafras.

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 Clarence Wolfshohl is professor emeritus of English at William Woods University. He has published  both creative and scholarly writing in small press and academic journals.  He is a member of AAPA and operates El Grito del Lobo Press.  A native Texan, Wolfshohl now lives with his writing, two dogs and one cat in a nine-acre woods outside of Fulton, Missouri.

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