Thursday, October 21, 2021

Tradition and Culture: “Tradition is a matter of much wider significance. It cannot be inherited, and if you want it you must obtain it by great labour.” T.S. Eliot


“For a long time we have believed in nothing but the values arising in a mechanized, commercialized, urbanized way of life: it would be as well for us to face the permanent conditions upon which God allows us to live upon this planet.”
~~T.S. Eliot

Our farm was a broadly covered area of green stalks, blanketing the ground for hundreds of acres all around. In a slow-motion explosion, day-by-day, week-by-week, the land revealed the white birth of cotton, the king crop of the Mississippi Delta. There were great vines of honeysuckle on one side of the house. The aroma seemed more noticeable in the open country, too. It occupied your nostrils like a natural perfume; a fragrance of home. Also, large, fifty-year-old sweet gums, magnolias, and four giant oaks fortified the house and yard, forming a canopy of shade, from the hot dusty summers. There was no Bermuda grass or St. Augustine, just yard grass, crab grass, lush and green from the rich soil. We cut it with mower and sling blade.

The house was apropos to the Mayfields and their lives. But it was almost home to all of us. And each of us was in many ways like the other.

The rooms seemed bare, though wallpapered: browned by age and time and dust and humidity. Various prints of artwork: The Blue Boy; a ship sailing an unknown sea presenting dark sails against a moonlit night; a lake in the mountains somewhere, unknown but to the artist. A clock rested on the mantle in the living room, the hourly chime spilling throughout the house, somehow more wistful after bedtime.

The ceilings were high, and the furniture was dark mahogany, firm and sturdy and had a look of dominance. Though it could be scarred, it would hold its ground when bumped by an elbow, or a toe without a slipper; though it shared its masculine power with a feminine gentleness: No drink touched its skin absent a coaster.

The wall along the stairway was festooned with photographs of the Mayfield tree: great and grand uncles and fathers, many deceased; the depictions clearly etched, fading with age. One, a former Confederate soldier, an empty sleeve pinned to his chest.

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4 comments:

  1. We've lost lot in a very short time frame. Some of it will be relearned the hard way.

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  2. Defense instructor Tim Larkin discusses the 'knock-out game':
    https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aCjbS98cUzw
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    Similar to the 'co-exist' experiment between us and new york city bankers coming to its inevitable conclusion, the 'co-exist' experiment between rural and city-folk is closing on the end-game buzzer.
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    This could get interesting.

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    1. rural and city-folk is closing on the end-game buzzer.

      Yes and I haven't seen much on this in quite a while.

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