No sooner did the evening sun flap out a black sheet stretched taut with a million, shimmering holes, did my Grandmammy put down her empty martini glass and grab the porch flashlight.
Consider yourself to be a “Sunburnt Girl” (by way of J.C. M’Neill).
I guiltily envy the culture of the Rivertonians, and the natural, magical atmosphere of their special place. As has been of repeated: “Riverton is not a place, rather an experience.”
The July 4th parade, picnic, and the young Rivertonians swimming in the Lumbee all but certainly insure that the Riverton experience will continue.
Consider yourself to be a “Sunburnt Girl” (by way of J.C. M’Neill).
I guiltily envy the culture of the Rivertonians, and the natural, magical atmosphere of their special place. As has been of repeated: “Riverton is not a place, rather an experience.”
The July 4th parade, picnic, and the young Rivertonians swimming in the Lumbee all but certainly insure that the Riverton experience will continue.
Settle…I love this essay, reading about your grandmother AND Ella Mac!
Thank you Elaine!
Such special memories written so eloquently…
Love this!
Just beautiful. So glad I knew your Grandmommy.
One of the greats!
This is beautiful. Thank you, Settle.
Your writing is like a balm, Harriet Settle. ❤️
Thank you Anne!
Tears over here. I don’t like the whole getting older thing we all apparently have to do
It's the worst, but also the best, you youngin you!
Home. The section about Madrid gets me every time
Beautiful story of experience my Family and I have been lucky enough to enjoy. And always look forward to visiting again.
Hope to see you there soon!
Haunting and enchanting and lovely. How lucky you are, Harriet Settle.
Thank you, Susan