The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You



That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

the first baptist church welcomes you to denmark, sc:

from what my father says, the sign used to read, "welcome to denmark, sc. impeach earl warren." chief justice. integration. you get it. anyway, on sunday i followed carlyle to denmark to meet his family. i'd met roughly a third already but none of the biggies: mom, dad, grandmother, various neighbors.

after turning off of I-26 onto 321, the highway speed limit dropped to 35. train tracks ran through the center of most towns, churches (some pentecostal, some presbyterian) lined the road. at one point, an unattended piglet lingered on the side of the road.
hannah yelled, "DELIVERANCE! turn back!!!" into the phone.

call waiting beeped. carlyle.
he said, "i've got a story about that piggly wiggly grocery we passed back there."
we pulled onto a dirt road. he parked, motioned for me to park and get into his truck.

hannah yelled "do not get out of the car!" into the phone.
in the truck, carlyle said, "you're going to blog about this."

"absolutely not," i said.
later, hannah yelled into the phone, "what? you've got to!!! stop putting him before your art!!!" she was kidding. of course she was kidding...

anyway, his family was lovely. we ate dinner in courses on fine china. each of us had our own salt and pepper dish. they asked if carlyle had met my family. i remembered, faintly, our defrosting the gumbo for his visit.


okay, so then a sort of pub crawl...only with people. families came over to deliver presents. we went to their houses (where it took all i had not to blurt out, "is that a bayonet on the wall?"), drank german beers by the indoor pool.

anyway, it was awesome.







7 comments:

hannah said...

i'm still waiting for the truth: what really happened in denmark, sc. you can't tell me there wasn't Something. town like that. there's bound to be.

Anonymous said...

It was not "integration".
It was the communist agenda of the Warren Court.
The always decided cases in agreement with the party line.
Civil rights was just one point of the CPUSA agenda. -- eddie

Anonymous said...

So, how did you deal with the salt'n'pepa bowls? Was there a separate spoon involved?

Mamie said...

um, okay, which to address first: communism or watt family etiquette...

one spoon. two itsey bitsy dishes. one spoon.

daisy said...

Um, are you in love?

*looks away and gags quietly, then turns back to you and smiles and nods eagerly*

Mamie said...

hate you, daisy. by which i mean am blushing and turning away.

or just saying so in order to sicken you...

Morgan said...

you always meet the perfect boys!