One of the best.
When I was growing up I just couldn't figure...
My grandma she was Cherokee. She'd make her coffee, pour a teeny teacup full, go to sip it, and dump it into the saucer, and drink it out of the saucer.
I thought it was just a her thing. But other people her age did it too. Would dump their tea cups of coffee into their saucers and drink their coffee that way.
I'm getting excited that we are getting closer to the storytelling in theatre. The play "Knoxville" starts soon! I guess it's a rendition or iteration of the James Agee novel A Death In the Family. My own copy of the novel with its slightly worn black cover and earthen-soiled pages was a fave. I kept it with Thomas Wolfe's Look Homeward Angel. Both stories were read hungrily and savoringly by a me not old enough to have even a middle ager's wisdom about life. Also as a step closer to a real person with a craft/art. Like Steinbeck and Angelou and Walker and many others, readers of such writers' nonfiction and essays was one way to know a writers work, but it wasn't until poetry and novels where we got a more multi-experience. And putting emotions and human nature into examples and stories, it was like whoa, we can understand more and better and stand beside in reading. Anyway, it's great to see theatre doing stuff. I remember a similar excitement about performance of "Our Town" and some of Ibsen's work.
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