Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Or maybe she and her Portsmouth friend Grant Creekmore are up in heaven having liver and onions the way they used to at Mama Jean's, when they'd straighten out all the problems at St. John's during lunch. I think Grant Creekmore has to be the definitive patrician Old South old lady name, don't you? Hester Kimpel was also a perfect old lady name, but Hester didn't have an old lady demeanor. Another wonderful old lady name from my church was "Carter Vermillion." You can't make this stuff up...it is the South.
I remember Grant's beautiful snowy white hair and the silver necklace with charms of small children on it which she always wore, fitting for a retired teacher. She had an imperious, high-pitched voice, pronouncing her name as "Grant Creekmo." Grant didn't invite you over for a drink, but for some "libation." She could have been another character on The Waltons, an old friend of the bootlegging Baldwin sisters or something.
Anyway, I have digressed terribly. I have used two of Hester's tablecoths (one aqua and one in a pink and white dogwood blossom pattern) in window treatments and one white one is folded on my bed. A certain disreputable dachshund has claimed it when the morning sun sreams in the windows.
A fourth one is so lovely, a time-worn white with beautiful openwork, that I just decided to leave it on the now-white trunk to enjoy up a little closer than draped over my window molding at 11 feet up in the air.
Posted by JPG at 11:03 AM