|Grape arbor behind Rowan Oak, William Faulkner's home|
Two or three years before my father passed away he made a casual comment about William Faulkner and his crusty personality. Later it dawned on me that judging from this comment that Daddy knew him and possibly had stood with the other men in front of the courthouse (as was the custom of that time to gather and share news) and spoken with him. How odd that I never thought of Daddy as knowing William Faulkner even though the two men lived together in the same small town with residences only a few blocks from each other. My father was not a literary man, yet he knew this Nobel Prize winning author very matter-of-factly. Now I wish I had asked more questions!