MY NEW BLOG---PAXTON PEOPLE

HARBINGER is one of my favourite words---it has all the anticipation of awaiting a holiday or the turn of a season, or many other moments of import or enjoyment.

With all the Harbingers of Spring and eclipses and SuperMoons and Equinoxes and melts and greening and the scent of First Turning already wafting across the clumps of still-lingering snow in the fields, I’m ready.  

I’ve been spending bits of days getting a little group of my posts together, little vignettes and glimpses of the People of Paxton---that little wisp of a town floating in my imagination, with its gentle pace and quiet green streets lying comfortably in the sun.   They’ve almost all appeared in Lawn Tea before, bits and pieces of lives and personalities and small quiet happenings of fleeting importance, but I’d like to have them all in one place.

When I had all the back issues of Lawn Tea printed in the past few months, they did a splendid job with them, but to get one printed of just the Paxton Folk, I have to compile all the small stories into one group---thus the fresh little blog to neighbor them in.

No doubt Sissy Covington is hosting a party or planning a trip for her and Perk, and Miss Peg Ogletree is still mowing those acres on her small tractor, followed by her dogs, and coming home to her quiet, tidy house full of books and the piano her Daddy bought her in third grade.   Harliss MacIntire is just her old self, into stuff and primping as long for Kroger as for the country club dance, and Bobbie Helen and Hairl Shumake are off to whatever game their boys are playing in tonight.

The Misses Milam are going about their small ways, tending their cats and secretly providing scholarships to deserving students, while Travis Keene greets his long-time customers at the Dress Shop and sends his ethereal music wafting over neighboring lawns on Sunday afternoons.   Meanwhile, Edelstein's Dry Goods is still doing a pretty good business in Mogen David, located just between the Shoe Section and Sewing Notions in the back.

I’ve KNOWN these people, or compiled these people from several others, or every-town-needs-one and I just thought them up.   They’re much a part of me and my thoughts and raising, and I hope you’ll drop in to have a look sometime.

And do overlook the fact that I waver in tenses from character to character, person to person in places, though every post itself will retain the "is" or the "was" consistently through.   Many of them were written when I was reminiscing on people who were a great part of my past, and whose doings were expressed so, as in the Fifties or Sixties when I knew them, and they lived their interesting-to-me lives.   They're all of the NOW and of the THEN, and always the Twain shall meet.

Their address is in my Sidebar, and I'll be updating it often until I've used up all the pieces I've already done.

And of them all, Moire non, in Paxton, Mississippi---happily  situated somewhere between Plumb Nigh and Mought Near, where you can always walk in the soft Summer rain.

Y'ALL COME SEE US!!