Queering Southern Gospel: A Review of Douglas Harrison's Then Sings My Soul
...worked in the music printing company Kieffer's grandfather, the Mennonite Joseph Funk, owned. The two reunited over a shared love of shape-note singing and a desire to reclaim "the pastoral...
Whiskey and Geography
Shooting Creek Making Whiskey in the Backcountry Whiskey making, while rare in southern England, was highly developed in both Scotland and Ireland by the time of the Ulster emigration. We...
Mapping Souths
...not any one smile," he wrote, "to think of the Ohio River and the Potomac being such grand national barriers as must . . . constitute of necessity the nations...
Eggleston's South: "Always in Color"
...artist. Born in Memphis in 1939, Eggleston grew up there and in Sumner, Mississippi, at his grandparent's home. While Eggleston has worked across the United States including Califorinia, New York,...
Reverend Will D. Campbell, Southern Racial Reconciler
...years; daughters Penny and Bonnie Campbell; a son, Webb Campbell; four grandchildren, Harlan, Kyle, Will, and Cole Campbell; and a brother, Paul Campbell. About the Author John Egerton was born...
Putting up Beans
...the funeral for the grandma down the road how she’d spent so much time making this apron I remember on my lap. In a time where women don’t wear aprons...
Prop Master at Charleston's Gibbes Museum of Art
...a portrait painting by Logan, all in antique frames from the collection. Once grand, these aging portrait frames suggest the decaying porticoes of Charleston, now in the process of renovation....
Retelling Virginia's Migration History
...“I myself am from Texas,” writes a child, “though my mother was from Mexico, and my grandmother from the Yucatán, I am proud to be third generation to travel great...
Insistent Traces
...reads the poem "Aftermath." View poem text here. https://vimeo.com/134757059 Claudia Emerson reads the poem "My Grandmother's Plot in the Family Cemetery." View poem text here. https://vimeo.com/134757420 Claudia Emerson reads the...
Nostalgia May Not Be the Right Word
...the living from the eight winds and flung petals of the compass. And I won't assume, much as I've known it certain all along, that I'll never see Grandma again,...