Elmira Grogan

On thursday nights in Esterville was the weekly drill of the National Guard. And the country bucks from Flatwoods district, Stinchcombe and Dewy Rose, throttling their way over bad roads in tinny Fords, diked out in faded drab breeches and shirts, to [...]

The old home place rose from the road by a ruined avenue, the house shell standing four-square in a grove of water oaks. There were the remembered trees. But we had forgotten how beautiful the spot was. Neither the dilapidation of the deserted dwelli [...]