Ireland’s First Sacred Harp Convention: “To Meet To Part No More”
...Sacred Harp singings for its geographic range and provided a group of fifty Irish college students with their first exposure to the emphatic style and spiritual energy that characterizes large...
Interstate Road Project, Single-State History: Tammy Ingram's Look at the Dixie Highway
...popular vote, and it lost" (192). In other southern states, too, "voters recoiled at the power and the cost of the state and federal institutions necessary to implement actual road...
African American Community Building in Atlanta: A Guide to the Study of Race in America
...of their surrounding communities. A Community at Risk Confined for the most part to the deteriorating neighborhoods east and west of downtown, relegated to the lowest paying jobs in common...
Preserving the Memory of Ybor City, Florida
..."Florida's oldest restaurant and the world's largest Spanish restaurant."10See http://www.columbiarestaurant.com/The-Columbia-Experience/History. It is one of the few aspects of early Ybor City that still exists much as it did a century...
Submission Guidelines
...in the following areas of inquiry: geography, southern studies, regional studies, women's, gender, and sexuality studies, public health, African American, Native, and American Studies, spatial theory, and digital scholarship. If you would...
Nannie's Stone: Commemoration and Resistance
...Union Band Society and Mount Zion Cemeteries. The old Methodist Burying Ground was purchased in 1808 by the Montgomery Street Church in Georgetown, one of the first Methodist churches in...
My Grandmother's Plot in the Family Cemetery
...story is told by this place. The two of them lie beneath one stone, Mother and Father in cursive carved at the foot of the grave. My grandmother, as though...
Untitled Opening from Pinion: An Elegy
...what were the fields of tobacco, the shrunken pasture. One of the curing barns still stands, struggling against poison ivy, saplings, wisteria, but that insistent pull cannot undo the smell...
Aftermath
...sharp frame the window made of the darkness. I confess that last house was the coldest I kept. In it, I became formless as fog, crossing the walls, formless as...
Homage to Mississippi John Hurt
...sing to heal the language of its long service as a tool. Greatest of the fingerpickers, lost in dark mud, I do not know about the god of the fathers,...