A Welty Sense Of Place

This is a strange post. I published it once by mistake. Thirty-four people read it before I could remove it from my blog. I updated it and published it again. I removed it from the blog completely and reverted the post to draft.  Then, I re-published it a third time. Last night, I removed it again, and this morning I am updating it for the fourth time; however, this morning, I know why. This post is not about a wedding venue; this post is about a Welty sense of place.  I was reading from The New Encyclopedia of Southern Culture edited by Charles Reagan Wilson, and I came across an entry entitled, Place, Sense of.  The first line of the encyclopedia entry was a quote by Eudora Welty.  "One place comprehended can make us understand other places better." 

The second paragraph of the entry reads as follows: Attachment to a place gives an abiding identity because places associated with family, community, and history have depth.  Philosopher Yi-Fu Tuan points out that a sense of place in any human society comes from the intersection of space and time. Southerners developed an acute sense of place as a result of their dramatic and traumatic history and their rural isolation on the land for generations.  As Welty noted, "feelings are bound up with place," and the film title Places in the Heart captured the emotional quality that places evoke.  "Home" is a potent word for many Southerners, and the "homeplace" evokes reverence.

So I absolutely had to read Space and Place: The Perspective of Experience (which I read this morning) by Yi-Fu Tuan (which for some reason is the most difficult name to type).  One word ~ AMAZING!  This book should be required reading for every person who resides on the planet earth! I haven't digested the book completely, as I will need to read it twice or maybe three times; however, there is one excerpt that begs to be included in this post:

What is a place?  What gives a place its identity, its aura? These questions occurred to physicists Niels Bohr and Werner Heisenberg when they visited Kronberg Castle in Denmark. Bohr said to Heisenberg: "Isn't it strange how this castle changes as soon as one imagines that Hamlet lived here? As scientists we believe that a castle consists only of stones, and admire the way the architect put them together. The stones, the green roof with its patina, the wood carvings in the church, constitute the whole castle.  None of this should be changed by the fact that Hamlet lived here, and yet it is changed completely.  Suddenly the walls and the ramparts speak quite a different language. The courtyard becomes an entire world....

Mississippi author Eudora Welty was born on April 13, 1909, in Jackson, Mississippi, at 741 N. Congress Street. On April 26, 2014 ~ one hundred and five years later ~ at the very same location, my daughter is getting married.  We now know the date is completely official as it is listed on the 2014 Calendar at the Welty Commons website ~ all of which is very exciting, to be sure!

The Commons Hall is described on the website as "a grand Southern house with the spirit and style of the South and all the comforts and amenities of modern sophistication."  Katie and her fiance considered a variety of venues; however, the description of this location provided clear direction for the special day ~ the spirit and style of the South with modern sophistication. The first time I saw the house was dusk, and the golden sun of a western Mississippi sky seemed to gild its facade.  As my daughter guided me through each building, outside area, and inside room of what is known as The Commons at Eudora Welty's Birthplace, I felt a congenial invitation ~ not from a person, but from a place.  I have felt a similar propinquity with place at other times in my life, almost as if I were given the setting of a story in order to magically conjure up the unknown narrative to follow ~ a proximity, a vicinity, a nearness that provides an instant connection.  For my daughter, the grand Southern house was the perfect choice for a wedding; for me, the grand Southern house was "THE place" of Eudora Welty's One Writer's Beginnings.
 

The Welty Commons is surrounded by courthouses and Capitol buildings, magnolias and crepe myrtles, a few nationally-acclaimed restaurants and the locals' favorite tavern. On the property itself is the Tattered Pages Bookstore and Congress Street Coffee, both of which will be open on the day of the wedding!

Inside the Commons Hall, beautifully ornate chandeliers hang in every room...even the bathrooms! The time of day could not have accommodated this photographer's love of illumination with any more brilliance and intensity...each image more breathtaking than the next.

Natural lighting also finds its way into every great room, hallway and alcove and is just as radiant as the lambent light. I knew in my heart that my daughter's wedding narrative had found its perfect setting...a perfect sense of place.  

And yet, with all the Southern charm inside the Commons Hall, the grounds and outbuildings offer a more current, contemporary vibe to the venue...well-appointed places to sit, to reflect, to relate, to connect, to celebrate, to dance, to interact, to engage and to wed.  I am immediately transported back to the present...to a venue, to an event, to a wedding, to a reception, to a list of decisions.  My daughter is no different from any other bride-to-be.  It's all about the wedding, Mom; but, for me ~ the writer ~ for a brief intersection of space and time, it's all about place.

"Place is vitally important to a story.  Place answers the questions, "What happened? Who's here? Who's coming?" Place is a prompt to memory; thus the human mind is what makes place significant. This is the job of the storyteller." ~ Eudora Welty

Eudora Welty is said to have crafted the modern Southern fairy tale.  She served as queen of this Southern place, and she understood its people.  Like the phoenix that rises up from the ashes, a new story will emerge from 741 N. Congress Street. On April 26, 2014, an intersection of space and time will take place at the Welty Commons.  We will not be enamored by the lighting, or charmed by the location, or even fascinated by the birthplace of Eudora Welty.  An abiding identity will be created from experience and memory, and we will forever know it as "THE place" where Katie and Brandon were married.

Dianne ; )

My Cardboard Box of Books

An elderly man came into the library this week with a special request.  His wife died recently, and he wanted to donate two boxes of her books to the library. He stated that his wife had filled a dedicated home library with hundreds of books ~ most of which were divided among their four daughters.  Only two large cardboard boxes of books remained. We accepted his donation to add to our ongoing book sale.

Even with the best intentions, most death-related donations are shoddy-looking paperbacks or moldy-smelling Reader's Digest Condensed Books...especially when the donor makes the statement that "most of the books have been divided and these are the ones that are left."  So my branch manager and I rummaged through the books to check their condition, which was surprisingly pristine ~ almost brand new.  As I separated the books by subject and genre, I  began to see a life unfolding.  The deceased wife and mother had enjoyed books about gardening, cooking, crafting, and decorating ~ as one-half of the two boxes clearly noted.  The remaining books were grouped into a singular subject area: weight loss. Years of bestselling diet and fitness books (many of which our library did not own a cataloged copy) made up the other half.

With so many weight loss books, I couldn't help but wonder...was she overweight when she died?  She certainly did not aspire to live (or die) in an overweight condition. Judging by the sheer volume of books that she purchased, her desired body weight was the primary focus of her life.  Had she simply read about weight loss, or did she finally achieve the outcome she was seeking?  Was her weight a contributing factor to her death?  Or had she accomplished her weight loss goals and lived a healthy life? Also, why was this popular collection of weight loss books weeded in its entirety by her four daughters?  Her cardboard box of books clearly had a story to tell.

That's when I had a Tomorrow Trunk moment to take from the day and tuck away. What story would my cardboard box of books tell?  Would a total stranger looking through my box of books have any idea of the life I've lived? Which books would my children keep and which books would they give away? As much as I love my books for what they have spoken to me, what would my box of books say about me?

After taking an quick inventory last night, my cardboard box of books is divided into seven groups: 1) Children's Literature, 2) Writing/Storytelling, 3) Spiritual Enlightenment and Devotionals, 4) Dogs, 5) Domestic Life (decorating, cooking, gardening), 6) Travel, and 7) Rare Books.  I lay in bed this morning, perused my shelves, and tried to imagine which books of mine would end up at the local library ~ culled by my own kids.

I decided that my travel books would probably be the first to go, mainly because I have not traveled to my desired destinations. Those books might remind my children of something that I had hoped to do, but never fulfilled (as of this writing); however, that notion isn't completely true. My most favorite travel books have transported me to Tuscany, Vermont, and Prince Edward Island.  I have taken literary trips through Sonoma Wine Country, along the Big Sur Coastal Highway 1, and to the top of the Empire State Building.  I have even flipped through the Mississippi Delta on a food lover's road trip ~ recipes included. I own beautifully illustrated books about America's hidden corners, the country inns of the South, the best bike rides in New England, and the world's great gardens...all of which I have viewed from my reading chair.

Which brings me back to the box of weight loss books...there is something so implicitly sad about a collection of a hundred books on any unfulfilled desire, whether it be travel plans, weight loss, money management, sobriety, or marital bliss. I am assuming that the first weight loss book led to the second, and then there were five on up to ten, followed by five more ~ new and improved.  After accumulating an entire box, did one book ever make a difference?

I can't let go of that thought.  I am bothered that my children might set aside a stack of books that make them feel sorry for me, especially if I am not there to defend that particular segment of my life. I want my box of books to represent a life that was diverse, scopic, evolving, resilient, liberal, and surprisingly sufficient for a wannabe writer and a children's librarian.  I surely do not desire to carry a lifelong deficiency with me to the grave, nor do I intend for my children to donate a box of unwanted books that reveal a signature fault, flaw, or failure.

I have always heard that we are what we eat, but are we what we read? Do I see my real self on my bookshelf?  I do not wish for my box of books to reveal illusory hopes, impossible dreams, or failed plans. Eventually I hope to swallow one literary seed that grows into something of value and gives true meaning and closure ~ without regret ~ to my cardboard box of books.

Dianne ; )