Once again, we are saying good-bye to another of our beloved Southern writers---Anne Rivers Siddons.
We walked to her house yesterday.
I stood outside and thought of the many hours and hours of reading pleasure this author brought me over the years.Paperbacks tossed into beach bags and pocketbooks, hard-backs packed into suitcases or picked up at libraries. Little stretches read while waiting for children to get out of elementery school.
I have read every single one of her books and loved them all. (Except for the House next Door one, ----it was a scary one and I don't go for scary ones. LOL!--I'm sure Anne would've forgiven me, LOL)
The writing is magical and it spoke to me.
(This was long before we even lived in Charleston)
I have carried this frame around for years--through many moves and locales. Sometimes it was up on a wall in a long ago house, sometimes it simply leaned up in a bookcase or near my typewriter or computer. I think it even might've been displayed in a kitchen somewhere, long ago. LOL
Mr. Front Porch helped me by holding it up so I could make pictures on the sun-dappled sidewalk in front of her home.
Our condolences to her family and loved ones.
"There isn't a single atom of it that I don't love. Oh Charleston, I thought. Oh, my Charleston."
.....Anne Rivers Siddons
I promise to keep on loving it as much as you did, Anne.