Passage from the 1960 essay “Some Aspects of the Grotesque in Southern Literature.” Context, transcript and discussion of the full essay here: http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2014/03/25/flannery-o-connor-grotesque-reading/
I haven’t gone up there, yet. I am hoping the squirrels hate peppermint oil. That or they absolutely LOVE what I’ve done with the place, with the homey air freshener and all.
The Time Thief –by J. Bea Young
My Nana lived down a darkened, quiet hall
I tip toe in and stand inside the gloom
Seashells in pastels decorate a wall
A long, former life in an empty room.
Wedding quilt repatched in modern cotton
Folded silently in patient waiting
To be loved again or else forgotten
A soft remembrance of a mind fraying.
Sentinels of perfume bottles yet stand
On vanity‘s jewl’d glass, linger fragrance.
Children, gardens, roses held in gloved hands.
A just woman of wit, faith and patience.
Taking Nana’s measure, time torn apart,
I hold her watch against my gentle heart.