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Prologue: On Familiar Terms
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3 Prologue: On Familiar Terms Fore bears n., de scrip tive, usu ally with di rect ob jects. At the turn of the twen ti eth cen tury, Hat tie Lit tle mar ried a quiet, po lite, hard-working Yan kee who’d come south to find work, which he did, as a saw yer for a lum ber mill, and also found her, a small woman with waist-length au burn hair, a spot less record of at ten dance at the Pres by ter ian Church, and a love of danc ing par ties. They mar ried and had three daugh ters (and two still born sons whose head stones were in the back yard). The first daugh ter be came a li brar ian and mar ried a man with orange groves in Flor ida. The sec ond was a bit of a flap per, flir ta tious and par tial to the Charles ton, and she eloped. The young est, El eanor, asked for vi o lin les sons. She had learned to read music by copy ing the notes from her eld est sister’s piano étude books. Eleanor’s father, the Yan kee saw yer and a fine car pen ter, gave her an old fid dle that had be longed to his father. It was enough to learn on, but the sound was ter rible. The New Or leans Times-Picayune ran a weekly essay con test; she won it weekly until she had fifty dol lars and could order from the Mont gom ery Ward cat a logue a new vi o lin, with case, bow, and a cake of real rosin. The sound wasn’t alto gether ter rible but it was fairly awful. Until then, she had scraped sap, dry and hard ened, from pine bark. Her father was him self a se ri ous afi ci o nado of clas si cal music, and be cause of that was con sid ered a lit tle strange, but Hat tie was so well liked that 4 Prologue: On Familiar Terms the neigh bors put up with the music. This was in Loui siana—bayou coun try—and then Mis sis sippi. In South Car o lina, a law yer who loved Shake speare, fre quently re read ing the plays in his offi ce when he was sup posed to be work ing, mar ried a woman seven teen years younger than he. She was slen der and dark-haired, with pierc ing eyes; he was red headed, going gray, and even tu ally went white. She taught drama and math e mat ics. She was her self dra matic and told out ra geous sto ries. She would have been a prin cess, she said, if an an ces tor had not thrown away her crown to marry a Por tu guese com moner. She told her chil dren they were de scended from John Mar shall, signer of the Dec lar a tion of In de pen dence. Hu gue not an ces tors had fled from Swit zer land to Ire land. She began to be lieve her sto ries. The law yer and the drama teacher had two boys and two girls. (The younger girl, dis cov er ing that their cat had had a lit ter of kit tens in the rain, brought the kit tens in doors and tried to dry them out by put ting them in the oven. She turned it on so they wouldn’t catch a chill.) The town held the law yer in high es teem—“Judge,” they called him—but he would work only for the de fense and, sadly, Rock Hill had few peo ple who needed de fend ing. When his chief client—his brother (!)—died, the Judge went broke. Very broke. As broke as a rusted bike with no wheels, no bas ket, and no seat. No han dles, ei ther. Their young est child, a boy, heard a vi o lin being played, was rav ished by the sound of it, and made one from a cigar box fol low ing di rec tions from The Book of Knowl edge. He’d thought a vi o lin made the most beau ti ful sound he ever heard, but the vi o lin he’d made for him self did not, quite. The sound was so dis ap point ing that he im...