To the memory of my brother, Edward Jefferson Welty Walter Andrews Welty
When the rooster crowed, the moon had still not left the world but was going down on flushed cheek, one day short of the full.
When the mire of the roads had permitted, the aunts and girl cousins had visited two and three together and pieced it on winter afternoons. It was in the pattern of "The Delectable Mountains" and measured 8 feet square, the slanty red and white pieces running in to the 8 pointed star in the middle, with the called for number of sheep spaced upon it. Then Aunt Beck had quilted it on her lap with her bent needle.
"Possum, then what would she have had you do?" "Teach, teach, teach!" Gloria cried. "Till I dropped in harness! Like the rest of 'em!"
"Oh, books! The woman read more books than you could shake a stick at," said Miss Beulah. "I don't know what she thought was going to get her if she didn't."
On the hot dry first Sunday of August, three generations of Granny Vaughn's descendants gather at her home in Banner, Mississippi, for a family reunion in celebration of her ninetieth birthday. The action covers two days, but in memory many decades, for the members of this enormous family are wonderful raconteurs. Through a myriad of raised voices we enter their world - -both present and past - and as this magnificently orchestrated novel rises to its crescendo, Eudora Welty subtly reveals that battles seemingly lost can also be secretly won.
Three generations of Granny Vaughn's descendants gather at her Mississippi home to celebrate her 90th birthday. Possessed of the true storyteller's gift, the members of this clan cannot resist the temptation to swap tales.
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