He Got It Up
A quick post with weak internet. We are at French Camp, Mississippi. In an ancient cabin. Too dark to see much outside.
The big lines from today:
(Note: Woman in bonnet in the Eisenhower photo in previous post is actually Miss Ethel. We found that out on the after-breakfast house tour at the B & B.)
Miss Ethel – “When in doubt, 1850.”
Miss Ethel – “I just don’t know what to think about people who don’t drink coffee.” (I don’t, either.)
Miss Ethel – “My cousin – who is INSANE – let that plantation go to ruin. He lived with goats and chickens. Bless his heart.”
Miss Ethel – “I opened this cabinet and found…….an entire set of Limoges!”
Miss Ethel – “My Yankee daughter lives in Richmond. She doesn’t like how much they talk about Robert E. Lee, and I told her she was never going to have any friends if she didn’t stop complaining about that.”
Miss Ethel – “We lived in Waterproof, Louisiana. I came home in fifth grade, and told my parents it was the best day of my life. My best friend was going to have a baby. We moved to Natchez the next week.”
MTM – “It’s no wonder all the great writers come from The South. In Wisconsin, where I grew up, nobody would even talk to you on one of these treks. Here, you get the whole family tree.”
I may get another novel out of this weekend. We shall see.