Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Visiting Buckleberry.  We go down a two-lane highway by the house where I used to go to parties at Mary’s, down to the church at which one late fall night I encountered my first ghosts, down into lowlands and swampy areas until we get to Buckleberry Road.

It is paved for a while, but it turns to an unpaved and narrow way.  We meet a car from the Sheriff’s office.  We take a fork to the right, drive through pine woods.  The road opens up to lakes.  At one a dedger is bring up sand and stacking it, making tall dunes.  At the dead end, we turn and backtrack.

The morning sun is bright, and I am amazed at the vivid colors.  In an open field of electric green winter wheat, we see a bare sycamore tree with startling white trunk and branches.  At what appears to be a building for a hunting club, we admire a beautiful pier and continue to the right to find that we are on a road which circles back to the road which took us to the lake.  We startle a flock of large vultures, obviously feeding on something we smelled but could not see.  Driving back to the highway, we encounter a man driving a truck in camouflaged design.  We returned home through the countryside, by Bentonville and with a detour to Four Oaks, where the Baptist and Methodist churches were in full session.

A gift of a frying pan.  It is an old cast iron pan which had places of rust.  I eliminated the rust by cleaning with salt and vegetable oil.  I seasoned it with more vegetable oil and cooked bacon and eggs as my first use of this useful gift. 

Dinners with friends.  Both Saturday night in Smithfield and Monday night in Greensboro.  Good winter visits and good conversations:  France, the French, travels, high school days, plans for a white trash tapas party.

Re-reading “Picnic.”  The play is now in revival on Broadway.  I hope to see it there.  I enjoyed reading it again.  The characters are doing well in life, but we see each living with just a narrow edge from despair.  Playwright William Inge gives witness to generational differences, social class concerns, power of passions, hopes for the future, and settling for our lots in life in this engaging classical American drama. 

Thank you for reading.  I hope this finds you well and enjoying winter.

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About billwednesdayblog

Retired high school English and French teacher.
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2 Responses to Wednesday, January 23, 2013

  1. kay says:

    What is a white trash tapas party?

  2. Paul says:

    Very helpful advice on how to clean a rusty pan, Bill–thanks!

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