Steinbeck's Salinas...
Recently, I have found myself on a Steinbeck kick (thanks to author Lewis Buzbee). Mr. Steinbeck is the reason we planned this Salinas Sojourn.
Our first stop, and a must-experience, was The National Steinbeck Center, whose mission is building community and celebrating creativity inspired by the words of John Steinbeck.
In the John Steinbeck Exhibition Hall, literature jumps off the printed page and into your imagination. Discover Steinbeck’s world through interactive, multi-sensory exhibits for all ages, rare artifacts, and seven themed theaters showcasing East of Eden, Cannery Row, Of Mice and Men, The Grapes of Wrath and much more.
The car from the film East of Eden.
The Red Pony was brought to life for school children and me.
Salinas' fame came from its lettuce. The art of the produce labels was quite interesting.
One our favorite books of Steinbeck is Travels with Charley: In Search of America. This travelogue depicts his 1960 road trip around the United States with his standard poodle, Charley. Steinbeck wrote that he was moved by a desire to see his country on a personal level, since he made his living writing about it.
Steinbeck's specially made camper, Rocinante, name after Don Quixote's horse, has always appealed to the wanderlust within us. It is so extraordinary that it is here, as it was over 50 years ago. Oh the stories it can tell!
John Steinbeck’s birthplace and boyhood home is a restored Victorian (1897) owned by the Valley Guild. It is now a charming luncheon restaurant, located two blocks west of the National Steinbeck Center and the perfect place to savor Steinbeck.
After a sumptuous meal of a chicken, apple and brie sandwich, we were given a tour of the home by our volunteer waitress. This was pretty awesome.
John Steinbeck died in 1968 at the age of 66 in his New York home. His simple funeral was attended by a small group of friends, per his wishes, with Henry Fonda (who played Tom Joad in The Grapes of Wrath) reading some of Steinbeck's favorite poems.
His ashes were then returned to his hometown.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone...
-Tennyson, the poem read by Henry Ford
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