A Memoir of Farm and Family
Publication Year: 2011
Published by: University of Arkansas Press
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The shelf for the contemporary American memoir is increasingly occupied by accounts of incest and deprivation, drug and alcohol addiction, and grief. These narratives, nurtured as they are in sensational soil, almost always ripen into familiar success stories. Despite the horrors of an abject history, the subjects all come out okay. These personal testimonies are ...
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I thank the MacDowell Colony for residencies during the writing of this book, as well as Melanie Baden, executive director of the Museum of the Arkansas Grand Prairie, and Donna Robertson, administrative officer of the Arkansas Post National Memorial, for help in research. ...
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I grew up on a rice farm in southeastern Arkansas, near the small town of DeWitt, in a part of the Delta known as the Grand Prairie. I came of age during and immediately after World War II. Daddyâs Money is the story of that time and place. ...
SUMMONING THE LOST
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1: Daddyâs Money
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MOTHER places one foot on the chickenâs head and yanks. It flops a few feet in the stingy grass, blood spurting from its headless neck. Iâm nine years old, standing in the drought-bitten yard beside my mother, learning how to murder a chicken: Hold it upside-down by the feet, put its head under your foot, and separate its head from its neck. Blood spatters ...
2. Red Wagon
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ON a sullen March morning in 1997, frost had set up housekeeping on the north sides of fence posts; the steely smell of sleet thinned the air. Mother had been dead twelve years, my father three. Recently retired from teaching at Pittsburg State University in Kansas, my husband and I had moved to Little Rock. My son, Duke, and I had come ...
3. A Footstool with Hooves
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MY motherâs attic offers no electricity. Darkness weasels in, even on this faultless November afternoon. The outer corners of the house bemoan the windâwhich, Iâd learned as a child, was a mystical woman flying over the landscape, her long hair cascading behind her. Itâs 1997, forty-two years after my marriage, and Iâve come to the attic looking for my wedding dress. Iâm also looking for the stuffed dog I had ...
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SCOUGALEâS Fine Jewelers loomed in a corner of DeWittâs courthouse-square, its black-marble storefront sleek and formidable. Inside were tiled floors, brightly lit cases, and a cylinder of artificial flowers in colors not seen in nature. I was there under duress: Mother had decided it was time I chose a silver pattern. âThat way,â she reasoned, âpeople will know what to give you for graduation.â I was a sophomore ...
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WHENEVER my parents arguedâand as I came into adolescence, their arguments were frequent and intenseâmy father often would remind Mother how far she had come, how he had taken her from that âred clay farmâ where she âhad to pick cotton dawn to duskâ and âgo to an outhouse to piss.â ...
6. Against My Skin
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IâVE just arrived in New Hampshire from Little Rock for a second residency at the MacDowell Colony, a retreat near Peterborough for writers, composers, architects, and artists. Itâs May 1998, and Iâve taken early retirement from Pittsburg State, where I taught English and creative writing. My father has been dead four years. ...
7. Town [Includes Image Plates]
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MY earliest memories of DeWitt are its driveways. Mother maintained a milk-and-egg route in town; in the summer and on Saturdays, Iâd go with her to make deliveries. She sold cream, milk, and henâs eggs with brown or white shells. The money from this enterprise she kept for her very ownâmy early introduction, in the 1940s, to womenâs ...
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On a Saturday in late September 1940, Iâm playing hopscotch in the backyard of the house. Itâs absurdly hot, and Iâm dressed in my favorite pink shorts and white sandals. Adjacent to the yard lies one of my fatherâs rice fields, ready for harvest, the field I see every day from my room. Bob, the hired hand who, my father says, âhasnât got the brains God gave a ...
9. Where the Saltwater Canât Get at the Rice
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MOTHERâS words brush my arm with foreboding like the wings of a moth. Searching the family archives for letters, Iâve found the one Mother gave me on July 3, 1957, before she, Dad, and Nancy traveled to Europe. Among other things, she writes of the homeplace and the farm. ...
10. Villa Augusta
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WHEN my grandfather Garot left the farm for an undeveloped lot near Hot Springs, he entered the over-the-top, boisterous culture of a tourist town to surpass all tourist towns. By 1936, when my paternal grandparents built their cottage beside Lake Hamiltonânaming it Villa Augusta in honor of Grandmotherâthe city had cobbled a history of ...
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IN those nonchalant summers of my childhood, when I scampered off the farm to visit relatives in Hot Springs or Cabot or North Little Rock, I discovered another layer of being beyond my fatherâs fields. I was beginning to internalize the contrasts of other landscapes and cultures to our Delta farm, beginning to understand who I was. The lakes, ...
12. A Circle in the Ground
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Itâs a warm, silky day in January 1995, a Saturday. Taking a break from teaching to visit Arkansas, Iâve asked my grandchildren to come with me to the homeplace. I want to show them the imaginary circle in the groundâthe house, the barn, the fieldsâwhere I grew up. I want to tell them my story. ...
13. Little Diamond and the North Wind
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ONCE upon a time there was a boy named little Diamond, the son of a coachman. He slept above a stable of horses, in a bed surrounded by hay. All was well until one winter night a chink fell out of the wall of his room, and the wind found him. Not just any windâthis was the North Wind, an extraordinarily tall, elegant woman with thick, dark, miles-long hair, who invited Diamond to climb into her tresses and ...
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HAVING set down the legends of a farm, a time, and my kin in this tribute to them, I know better now who my vanished predecessors were, the complex worlds they inhabited, the subtle ways they shaped me. I understand more completely my parentsâ obsession with hanging onto things, hoping to keep the past alive. Iâve answered many of the questions with ...
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Page Count: 184
Publication Year: 2011