Volume 1 Number 16
September 29, 1995

The Twilight Marsh and Other Wilderness Adventures. Todd Lee. Illustations by Jim Brennan. Vancouver: Polestar Press, 1995. 92pp, paper, 10.95. ISBN 1-896095-07-0. Grade 3 - 5 / Ages 8 - 11. Review by Harriet Zaidman.

excerpt:

Bob chucked out loud and at once the furry clowns disappeared. For some time we could hear them following along through the rank swamp grass, snorting and blowing.

``They may have young ones somewhere close," Dad explained. ``All these antics could have been to divert our attention and lead us away. Still bored?"

``No way!" I replied excitedly. ``That was neat."

The Twilight Marsh is the autobiographical account of Todd Lee's childhood in Northern British Columbia. Lee, who passed away this year, was a tremendously prolific writer of six books and more than fourteen hundred published articles and stories. The Twilight Marsh is a sequel to The Snoring Log Mystery, which also documents growing up in the 'twenties and 'thirties in a much less populated B.C..

Lee's recollections are of a time when children were more innocent and families such as his were isolated in the wilds of the Caribou Mountains. He recalls with wonder the excitement of observing animals and birds in their natural habitat, and the difficulties of life in an untamed wilderness. The boys (Gary and Bob) are good friends, and good sons, and the book exudes the warmth of simpler times gone by. The pressures of today's world did not exist. Gary and Bob have time to explore the wilderness, learning and playing at the same time. He relates adventures seeing a moose, an otter, beavers and barn swallows, and describes his amazement at the beauty of wildflowers:

Bob led the way, moving carefully to avoid sinking into the mud. Finally he pushed through a clump of bushes and came to a stop. ``There!"

``Wow!" I gasped. I was completely stunned. For a dozen metres in front of me I saw a bright yellow carpet of flowers clustered on long stalks, swaying gracefully in the breeze. It was like a burst of sunshine filling the glade.

``What are they?" I stammered. I had never seen flowers like these before.

``Snapdragons," Bob replied, pleased by my reaction. . . . ``Let's take a bouquet to Mom."