Authors: Lisa Alther
Original Sins
Original Sins
Lisa Alther
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following for permission to reprint from previously published material:
Al Gallico Music Corp. /Algee Music Corp.:
Excerpts from “Stand By Your Man,” words and music by Tammy Wynette and Billy Sherrill. Copyright © 1968 Al Gallico Music Corp.; from “You Make Me Want to Be a Mother,” words and music by Billy Sherrill and Norris Wilson. Copyright © 1975 Algee Music Corp.; “Take Me to Your World,” words and music by Billy Sherrill and Glenn Sutton. Copyright © 1967 Al Gallico Music Corp.; “Woman to Woman,” words and music by Billy Sherrill. Copyright © 1974 Algee Music Corp.; “My Man,” words and music by Norris Wilson, Carmol Taylor, and Billy Sherrill. Copyright © 1972 Algee Music Corp. Used by permission.
Arc Music Corp.:
Excerpt from “Reelin' and Rockin',” words and music by Chuck Berry. Copyright © 1958 and 1965 Arc Music Corp., New York. Used by permission.
Blackwood Music, Inc.:
Excerpt from “Baby I'm Yours” by Van Allen McCoy. Copyright © 1964, 1965 Blackwood Music, Inc., 1330 Avenue of the Americas, New York, N.Y. 10019. International copyright secured. Used by permission.
Copyright Service Bureau Ltd. and American Metropolitan Enterprises of New York Ltd.:
Excerpt from “(I Wanna Be) Bobby's Girl” by Hoffman and Klein. Copyright © 1962 AME Music Ltd. used by permission.
Peer International Corporation and Campbell Connelly Ltd.:
Excerpt from “Georgia on My Mind” by Hoagy Carmichael and Stuart Gorrell. Copyright 1930 by Peer International Corporation. Copyright renewed 1957 by Peer International Corporation. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
Warner Bros. Music:
Excerpts from “Blowin' in the Wind” by Bob Dylan. Copyright © 1962 Warner Bros. Inc.; from “Hello-Hurray” by Rolf Kempf (additional lyrics by Meg Christian). Copyright © 1968 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
For my friends and family,
who've given me so much help
on this book, and
so much joy in my life.
“Definition of a grapefruit: A lemon that had a chance and took advantage of it.”
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Contents
Chapter One: A Team That's on the Beam
Chapter Two: The Sadie Hawkins Day Dance
Chapter Three: The Minstrel Show
Chapter Four: Hollowed Be Thy Name
Chapter Five: The Plantation Ball
Chapter Seven: Independence Day
Chapter Nine: Homecoming Queen
Chapter Eleven: Black-Eyed Peas
The Five had always known they were special. During the summers of the polio scare, when their mothers insisted their legs would shrivel if they didn't take afternoon naps, they complied only to humor the poor women. They themselves had good reason to believe they were invulnerable.
The plan was that the Prince sisters, Emily and Sally, would marry the Tatro brothers, Jed and Raymond, so that their children would be double-first cousinsâmore than double-first cousins since their families were distant cousins to start with. (This arrangement excluded Donny, of course, but he understood the charmed status of double-first cousinhood.) Emily and Raymond, Sally and Jed had signed in blood a lifetime pact to this effect; it lay in a hollow in the Castle Tree. The remainder of the plan involved Emily's going to the top plateau on “The $64,000 Question.” With her prize money they would build a treehouse in the Castle Tree, with an elevator. Maybe they would buy a penthouse in New York City as wellâso as to live the lives of glamour and achievement they were destined for. They had decided on New York City because the Statue of Liberty was there. (Also in the hollow of the Castle Tree lay a rolled-up picture of the Statue of Liberty with the inscription “I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”) Although they didn't know exactly what jobs they'd do in New York City, they knew that whatever they decided onâbaseball star or ballet dancer or waitressâthey'd have no difficulty doing it, since, number one, they were special. And number two, they lived in the Land of the Free. Every now and then they saw Senator McCarthy on the evening news. He looked mean, but their parents assured them that because he was getting rid of all the Reds up North, Miss Liberty would be able to forever hold her torch on high. Yes, they would be like the daughter of Dr. Bradley down the street, who played Elvira on the afternoon soap opera “Love for Life.” Occasionally she would come down from New York City. The Five would crouch behind the boxwoods next door and watch her sweep down the sidewalk to her parents' white Impala, wrapping her fur coat around herself and impatiently shaking her long blonde hair out from under the collar. Her real name was Mary Lou Bradley, but the screen magazines listed her as Marya Bradford.
Sometimes The Five sat in the Castle Tree and discussed what they would change their names to when they got to New York City. Donny favored Lorenzo. Emily was thinking about Amelia, or Emeline. Jed insisted he liked his name fine just like it was.
The Castle Tree was a weeping beech that grew in the side yard of Mr. Fulton, the Southern history teacher at the high school. It was maybe sixty feet tall, and its branches drooped like a willow's to form a tent. Within, the branches twisted and curled into fantastic sitting places. They sat in them according to a revolving pecking order. The Tire, for instance, was far more desirable than the Couch. And the Throne was preferable to both. Here they'd perch, day after day, a treeful of Cheshire cats, as the Southern sun burned down outside. They would run their hands up and down the smooth grey bark, studying the initials and cryptic symbols carved by generations of climbing children. Mr. Fulton had carved his name on the arm rest of the Couch fifty years earlier. They couldn't believe that the grey stooped old man, whose primary interest in life now seemed to be whether or not Raymond was over-collecting from him on his paper route, could ever have hoisted himself way up here. But there was his nameâArthur F., â05. It was swollen up like scar tissue.
From a distance the tree looked like the mountaintop castles belonging to wicked giants in fairy tales. It was cone-shaped, but with turrets thrusting up like the humps of hunchbacks. Its grey-green leaves would shimmy in even the faintest breeze, making it look as if the tree might vaporize at any instant. With the shimmering went a rustling sound, as though a crowd of faceless strangers were whispering secrets. The tree had to be two hundred years old. Maybe three hundred. But where had it come from? Weeping beeches didn't just spring up in fields like wild raspberry canes. Someone, they suspected, had planted this tree, placing it on purpose in the exact middle of Mr. Fulton's yard. It was intended to convey a message across the years: The Five who now climbed it were meant to know that they were special, had a unique destiny, were being watched over and protected.
Once in the Anderson's Drugstore parking lot, when they emerged with grape snowcones, they saw a coral Cadillac with orange and dark blue New York license plates that read “The Empire State.” A fitting destination for denizens of a Castle Tree. The Five peered inside, to see what a car from such a place would look like. They were not disappointed: The seats were covered with white leather, and on a small white satin pillow slept a miniature white poodle with a scarlet bow on its head and a rhinestone collar. They sat on the curb crunching ice for as long as they could without missing “Superman” on television. The owner never appeared, but The Five got the message.
They would ponder these messages as they sat in the Castle Tree and parted the branches and gazed down, down, down into the smoky valley at the mills and factories. Along the Cherokee River was the paper millâa boxy grey structure surrounded by railroad tracks and flatcars. A yellow crane towered over mountains of logs and tossed the huge tree trunks as though they were toothpicks in the tartared teeth of a giant.
Upriver was the shopping area, the simple townhouses of the original market settlement transformed by plate glass and molded plastic into furniture stores and finance companies. And downriver, often obscured by smog, was Pine Woods, the Negro development of low, red-brick apartments, where Donny lived with his mother Kathryn and his grandmother Ruby, who had worked for Emily and Sally's family as cook for many years.
Next to Pine Woods was the brickyard, filled with acres of stacked bricks in every shade of red and grey, made from the clay of the surrounding countryside. Lining the river below the brickyard were tobacco warehouses, semicircles of corrugated aluminum.
Back from the river, at the base of the hill that was crowned by the Castle Tree, was the red-brick cotton mill, windowless for humidity control, with round towers at each corner. The mill village of nearly identical one-story cottages, where Jed and Raymond lived, surrounded the mill like vassals' huts in the shadow of a medieval fortress. The village crept up the hill almost to the street of rambling, neo-Georgian and late Victorian houses owned by the town professionals and factory managers, among them Emily and Sally's father, who ran the cotton mill. The Five felt great pride in this millâthe largest under one roof in the whole entire South! Jed and Raymond's father would bring home bundles of small cloth squares, samples of the plaids and checks and ginghams woven at the mill. The mill ends of these fabrics, sewn by housewives into shirts and dresses, appeared on people all over town.
In the middle of the river, across from Pine Woods, was a long narrow island called Cherokee Shoals, which had been a sacred site to the Cherokees. With the arrival of white men, the Cherokees hid out there and attacked the flatboats as they wove through the shallows. In a savage battle the white men disposed of these pirates. The treaty between the United States Government and the Overhill Cherokees was signed on Cherokee Shoals, opening the territory to white settlement Now the island was covered with shacks and gardens belonging to poor white people and to a few half-breed Cherokees whose forebears had evaded the Removal.
Across the river on a bluff stood the ruins of the lead mine that had supplied the entire Confederacy with bulletsâsome rusted equipment, stone foundations. In school they studied how Union troops marched north from Knoxville to destroy it. They gathered near Pine Woods, only to discover that the ferry had been sunk by Confederate sympathizers. The Yankees offered area residents huge sums for conveyance across the river. The offers were refused. Finally a few soldiers swam their horses across, burned the sheds and ripped up some equipment. Then they marched off, taking as prisoners the locals who had refused help. Two days later the mine was again turning out Confederate bullets.
Beyond the mines and factories were the mountains, stretching range upon range eastward into North Carolina, northwest into Kentucky, north into Virginia. The valley floor on which the town sat was the dried-up bed of an inland sea. Once upon a time waves had lapped and pounded against the mountain walls. Strange sea creatures had bred and fought and struggled and died under fathoms of salt water in the very spot where The Five now sat. Parts of the valley had been reflooded by the TVA and blocked with dams that housed the turbines that produced electricity for the factories. Each of their families had crossed back and forth over these mountains before coming to rest on this valley floor.