It's difficult to explain the deep connection I feel with Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. Perhaps it's because she lived in a rural Florida setting that was so famillar to me. As I read her book Cross Creek, I could smell the sand soil and smell the orange groves outside her door. She could hunt and fish, cook and write the most wonderful passages. My trip to her home, now a museum, was an emotional journey into the past.
Marjorie's Home
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Now it's my turn to say I never knew her home was in the panhandle. I loved her books as a child. Cross Creek is going on my list to read as soon as I can find a copy. Thanks!
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