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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, August 21, 2023

Posted on August 21, 2023 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Men’s stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon and after their three o’clock naps. And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Posted on December 15, 2020 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“We saw Uncle Jack every Christmas, and every Christmas he yelled across the street for Miss Maudie to come marry him. Miss Maudie would yell back, “Call a little louder, Jack Finch, and they’ll hear you at the post office.” … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, June 25, 2018

Posted on June 25, 2018 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Men’s stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon and after their three o’clock naps. And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, October 30, 2017

Posted on October 30, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

““The weather was unusually warm for the last day of October. The wind was growing stronger, and there was no moon. The street light on the corner cast sharp shadows on the Radley house. I heard Jem laugh softly, ‘Bet … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, October 16, 2017

Posted on October 16, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see … Continue reading →

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Only the Children

Posted on September 28, 2016 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

Only the Children by Deborah Fagan Carpenter “Atticus—” …said Jem bleakly. “How could they do it, how could they?”   “I don’t know, but they did it. They’ve done it before and they did it tonight and they’ll do it … Continue reading →

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