December 10, 2012 by Scott W. Smith
?At one time Dixie and Meredith [Willson] were equally famous.?
Tom Longden
Des Moines Register 2004
When I took the tour last week of the childhood home of writer/composer Meredith Willson (The Music Man) I learned that he wasn?t the only writer in the family. His sister Dixie Willson (1890-1974) was a novelist and screenwriter. And it?s not just that she sold some books and earned some IMDB credits, she actually influenced one of the great American writers of our time.
Back in 2003 Tom Wolfe (The Right Stuff, The Bonfire of the Vanities) in the article The Books that Made the Writers published by?Yale Alumni Magazine wrote some of the logical infleunces of one writer on another??Balzac ignited Zola? and then added:
?Speaking for myself, I was? galvanized? by a writer who never rated so much as a footnote to American literary history: Dixie Willson.
Dixie Willson wrote, and Maginel Wright Barney illustrated, a book called?Honey Bear?in 1923. My mother used to read it to me at bedtime long before I knew one letter of the alphabet from another. Over and over she read it to me. I was small, but like many people my age I had already mastered the art of having things my way. I had memorized the entire poem in the passive sense that I could tell whenever Mother skipped a passage in the vain hope of getting the 110th or 232nd reading over with a little sooner. Oh, no-ho-ho? there was no fooling His Majesty the Baby. He wanted it all. He couldn?t get enough of it.
Honey Bear?is a narrative poem about a baby kidnapped from a bassinet by a black bear. Maginel Wright Barney drew and painted in the japanais Vienna Secession style. To me, her pictures were pure magic. But?Honey Bear?s main attraction was Dixie Willson?s rollicking and rolling rhythm: anapestic quadrameter with spondees at regular intervals. One has to read it out loud in order to?be?there:
Once upon a summer in the hills by the river
Was a deep green forest where the wild things grew.
There were caves as dark as midnight?there were tangled trees and thickets
And a thousand little places where the sky looked through.
The Willson beat made me think writing must be not only magical but fun. It isn?t, particularly, but?Honey Bear?was fun, and I resolved then and there, lying illiterate on a little pillow in a tiny bed, to be a writer. In homage to Dixie Willson, I?ve slipped a phrase or two from?Honey Bear?into every book I?ve written. I tucked the fourth line, above, into the opening chapter of?The Right Stuff?(page 4) from memory as I described how not-yet-an-Astronaut Pete Conrad?s and his Jean Simmons-lookalike wife Jane?s little white brick cottage near Jacksonville Naval Air Base was set in a thick green grove of pine trees with ?a thousand little places where the sun peeks through.??Peeks? looked??Ah, well, hey ho??
There?s no question that Meredith?s successes outshone Dixie?s, but maybe they should change that sign at Meredith?s boyhood home to say ?Childhood home of Meredith and Dixie Willson.?
Scott W. Smith
Source: http://screenwritingfromiowa.wordpress.com/2012/12/10/the-music-mans-sister-dixie-willson/
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