Borderland: A Midwest JournalWatch closely, Richard Quinney reminds himself, participate, experience the mystery. And watching, we experience with him the wonders of the borderland between a remembered past and an ever-unfolding present, the extraordinary mysteries of ordinary life in a world comfortably situated in the middle of a vast, unknowable universe. |
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... stand shadowless in the diffused light of evening . In a few minutes it will be dark , and I'm still south of Peoria . We sons and daughters of the middle border - between east and west , north and south— inhabit a special place on a ...
... stand beside the gray stucco house , hands joined and smiling , looking into the noonday sun . My mother , or the woman who would become my mother in four years , had lived in the stucco house her father built . She attended high school ...
... stand . Fresh towels hung on each stand . After a morning of cooking , my mother and the neighbor women served the noon meal on the back porch at a table as wide as the porch itself . Mashed potatoes were passed , meat loaf and gravy ...
Contents
A Sunday Afternoon 1937 | 15 |
The Farmhouse Basement November 1969 | 31 |
Elva DeKalb County | 84 |
Copyright | |
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