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Dust On the Bible von Stanard, Bonnie (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 01.01.1900
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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Dust On the Bible

In Dust, as 1944 WWII's autumn becomes winter, we experience Christmas in South Carolina through the eyes of twelve year-old Lily. Because she can't always understand the meaning of what she sees and hears, we learn that beyond Lily's senses there are secrets and adult human drama she is not privy to. Big events - letters from France, hog slaughtering, the cow's death, school fights, Gone With the Wind - give us a feel for rural South's rhythms of life in the mid-1940s. Dust is a chapter in a young girl's coming of age experience at an important and changing time in her life.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: none
    Seitenzahl: 246
    Erscheinungsdatum: 01.01.1900
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781682228784
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 398kBytes
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Dust On the Bible

CHAPTER ONE Brass Mirror On a Saturday morning, Lilleitha stood at the woodstove and baked her backside. Waves of warmth cast a spell over her. She stared at whatever she faced-slabs in the wood box, an enamel dishpan on the shelf, Grandma's knives stuck behind a wood slat nailed to the wall. Steam rose from the iron kettle so silently she could hear whispers coming through a crack in a windowpane. It was hardly October and already a cold morning. She served herself grits Aunt Theda had left simmering on the back of the stove. A pan of biscuits rested on top of the iron skillet where the fatback had been fried. She listened for family sounds, a door slamming or voices, whether Grandma or Grandpa, Archie or Uncle Freeman. Even the yard hens were quiet, as was the cow in the barnyard and the mules in the stable. Eventually a hound moaned under the steps. Lilleitha's mother was often at the barn milking the cow by the time she got out of bed, even on school mornings when she hustled to catch the bus. Some parents complained about the pupils' long ride to Cane Shoals School, but Lily didn't mind it. She liked to be going places. What she did mind was being in the class with Vera, who had by mean tricks taken charge of practically all the sixth grade girls. It wasn't unusual to hear Grandma spurt out, "Ohhhh, nowwwww! Where'd I put my glasses!" for she was often misplacing this or that. Even with nobody around, she talked out her complaints, and on any given morning, that might be a dull knife or an empty water bucket. Nobody liked to haul out to the well to draw water. Then there was Grandpa, whose temperament could be gauged by the heft of his footsteps on the floorboards, which registered room-size tremors when he was irritated. And if it looked like a rainy day, he could be counted on to shake the house, for cotton was still in the field. Most nights at the supper table he and Uncle Freeman talked about the cotton they needed to complete another bale and who would take it to Hudson's Crossing to be ginned. As the nights grew longer and colder, the family spent more time in the small kitchen, the only warm room. It was what made the Reinhart home different. It was effectively a one-room building, separated from the main house by a covered plank walkway and just big enough for the iron cook stove, butcher table, and dish shelf. In recent history, kitchens had been built as part of the house as the inconvenience of going outside to the kitchen had taken precedence over whatever danger the fires posed. Aside from that, once electricity became available, people expected to have electric stoves. The cook stove was mostly Aunt Theda's territory, though Lilleitha was expected to keep up the supply of wood and carry out the ashes. Every day after school she toted stove wood from the woodpile and stacked it on the walkway at the kitchen door. Grandpa and Uncle Freeman regularly stocked the woodpile with logs and slabs, which they sawed into pieces short enough for the stove. Those pieces that were too thick had to be split with an ax, which Lily did. She was also responsible for chipping splinters from pitch-filled pine knots Uncle Freeman brought from the woods. These, along with corn cobs, were used to start fires. Though allowed to use a knife or ax, Lily was strictly forbidden to touch matches. Starting fires and lighting the lamps were duties reserved for adults. The kitchen could accommodate the family for breakfast because the seven members of the household ate at different times, which had become their custom after a couple of bone-chilling mornings in the dining room. Lily's mother, uncles, and grandfather ate early breakfasts and left to do chores, but Aunt Theda or Grandma was usually in or about the kitchen anytime. On this particular morning Lily alone sat at the side of the rough-hewn wood table pushed ag

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