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Fern Arable (Dakota Fanning) and Wilbur (a piglet, voiced by Dominic Scott Kay) are pals in E.B. White's story Charlotte's Web. This promotional work, for the live-action movie "Charlotte's Web," depicts the two friends together. Image, copyright Paramount, all rights reserved; provided here as fair use for educational purposes and to acquaint new viewers with the film.

 

Andy White always believed that a farm is a place where there are strong smells and life is hard but rewarding. He didn't shy away from talking about manure. He took it as a part of the life cycle that animals, like people, are born and die.

Although he wrote for a living, he struggled with getting his words just right. (This link—an interview with White—requires logging-on to the New York Times' website. Registration is free.)  According to his stepson, Roger Angell, he rewrote the first page of Charlotte's Web eight times.

After he finished the manuscript, White set it aside for awhile. When he went back to the story, he created a much bigger role for Fern.

In about 1970, he agreed to make an audio recording. He wanted to be sure Charlotte's Web was read just right. Today, that rare recording still survives. Thanks to the New York Times' web site, which also requires a free log-on, we can hear an extended portion of it.

White wrote about what he knew of his farm and his animals. He studied spiders for a year before he wrote his book. He filled pages of notes with thoughts and ideas.

Thanks to Peter Neumeyer, and his not-to-be-missed The Annotated Charlotte's Web, we can see many of White's notes and thoughts. And thanks to an interview with E.B. White, we can learn about the process of creating the beloved book.

Andy White lived a long life. His stepson tells us what he was like at the end:

...He was the same, still lithe and only a bit slower, and one evening in August, 1984, when he came for dinner he complained that he'd knocked his head the day before while unloading a canoe from the roof rack of his car, over at Walker Pond; now he was having trouble knowing exactly where he was or what was happening around him. Carol and I smiled at him. "Yes, that happens sometimes, doesn't it?" we assured him.

But he knew better. A couple of months later, after we'd left, he took to his bed and never again knew exactly where he was. It looked like a rapid onset of Alzheimer's, but more likely, the doctors thought, was a senile dementia brought on by the blow to his head that day. He was eighty-five now. Nurses and practical nurses and other local ladies were hired, round the clock, who took extraordinary care of him. My brother managed it all, and somehow managed his own life as well. When I came up for a visit, early in the winter, Joe said that Andy would know me but that our conversation would be interesting. "How do you mean?" I said. "You'll see," he said.

I walked in and found him restless in his bed and amazingly frail. His eyes lit up and he said my name in the old way: "Rog!" He wanted to know how I'd come from New York and I said that Henry Allen had picked me up at the Bangor airport. "Did you fly over Seattle on the way?" he asked. He didn't seem troubled when I said no, and after a moment murmured, "Lost in the clouds."

He died the next October, still at home and able to recognize the people around him. Joe told me that in that long year he'd read aloud to his father often, and discovered that he enjoyed listening to his own writings, though he wasn't always clear about who the author was. Sometimes he'd raise a hand and impatiently wave a passage away: not good enough. Other evenings, he'd listen to the end, almost at rest, and then ask again who'd written these words.

"You did, Dad,"  Joe said.

There was a pause, and Andy said, "Well, not bad."  (See Let Me Finish, by Roger Angell, pages 136-7.)

Charlotte left a legacy:  Her spiderlings—and generations more—who continue to live in the North Brooklin barn. 

Andy White left a legacy, too: His books which continue to inspire generations of children and adults.

The end of White's life brings to mind the words he wrote about the Death of a Pig:

At intervals during the last day I took cool fresh water down to him and at such times as he found the strength to get to his feet he would stand with head in the pail and snuffle his snout around. He drank a few sips but no more; yet it seemed to comfort him to dip his nose in water and bobble it about, sucking in and blowing out through his teeth. Much of the time, now, he lay indoors half buried in sawdust. Once, near the last, while I was attending him I saw him try to make a bed for himself but he lacked the strength, and when he set his snout into the dust he was unable to plow even the little furrow he needed to lie down in. (E.B. White, Death of a Pig.)

Who can say whether losing his real pig caused White to write a story about a spider who helps a fictional pig to live? He always denied the two events were related. But perhaps, after all, Charlotte's Web was a way for White to give his lost pig a different ending.

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Author: Carole D. Bos, J.D. 5119stories and lessons created

Original Release: Dec 01, 2006

Updated Last Revision: Feb 26, 2015


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