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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, December 11, 2017

Posted on December 11, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“I haven’t given a thought to Christmas, except where to get a little whiskey for the eggnog.” — Eudora Welty writing to her agent, Diarmuid Russell in 1947  

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, December 4, 2017

Posted on December 4, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“I can, with one eye squinted, take it all as a blessing.” —Flannery O’Connor     Photo: Deborah Fagan Carpenter

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, November 20, 2017

Posted on November 20, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Bless You, O Lord, for the bounty of our table, the varied fruits we can be thankful for on this Thanksgiving Day of a troubled year.” —The Thanksgiving grace by Uncle B., a character in Truman Capote’s The Thanksgiving Visitor … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, October 23, 2017

Posted on October 23, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“His voice had this thick, Charleston accent, where every word had more syllables than ever intended, yet each word seemed as if it had been carefully chosen and presented in a way that only a man born and raised in … 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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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, October 9, 2017

Posted on October 9, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.” — Helen Keller

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, October 2, 2017

Posted on October 2, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Tell about the South. What’s it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there.” — William Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom!    Photo of Faulkner’s Rowan Oak: Deborah Fagan Carpenter

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, September 25, 2017

Posted on September 25, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“One place understood helps us understand all places better.” — Eudora Welty   Louisiana shack photo: Deborah Fagan Carpenter

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, September 18, 2017

Posted on September 18, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air – moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh – felt as if it were being exhaled into one’s face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing.”  — … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, August 28, 2017

Posted on August 28, 2017 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

In “June Recital,” a story I wrote laid in a small Mississippi town in the 1930s, a lady comes home from a Rook party to tell her little son what they had to eat: “ ‘An orange scooped out and … Continue reading →

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