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Bringing Eulene Home

Bringing Eulene Home FICTION Agnes Scott Stevens Until Eulene died at eighty-three--that's Mama's oldest sister--she'd never been to a flea market, maybe even never heard of one. Now she to be Eulene." Crazy, you say. Maybe. It's like this. practically lives in one. Someone's always spotting her, saying, "That has Eulene, it's said, was a fast learner of anything she set her mind to. She'd have a quilt pieced, off the frame and on the bed while the weather was changing. She could crochet, tat, knit, spin, weave, and do any embroidery stitch you could name. They say the day after a flour sack was emptied, Eulene had it washed, ironed, and a crocheted border around it, not to mention a colorful spray of flowers at each end. Turkey-red was her favorite color, and it's rumored she'd boil up a rooster's cockscomb to get that exact color. I suppose that's all hogwash. Maybe not. After Eulene died, her highfalutin daughter, Bernice, who had gone away to Birmingham, sold all the stuff her mama had made to a flea market woman. There were trunks and boxes in the attic stuffed with dresser scarves, crocheted doilies, and pot holders. The colder and longer http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Bringing Eulene Home

Appalachian Review , Volume 25 (1) – Jan 8, 1997

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FICTION Agnes Scott Stevens Until Eulene died at eighty-three--that's Mama's oldest sister--she'd never been to a flea market, maybe even never heard of one. Now she to be Eulene." Crazy, you say. Maybe. It's like this. practically lives in one. Someone's always spotting her, saying, "That has Eulene, it's said, was a fast learner of anything she set her mind to. She'd have a quilt pieced, off the frame and on the bed while the weather was changing. She could crochet, tat, knit, spin, weave, and do any embroidery stitch you could name. They say the day after a flour sack was emptied, Eulene had it washed, ironed, and a crocheted border around it, not to mention a colorful spray of flowers at each end. Turkey-red was her favorite color, and it's rumored she'd boil up a rooster's cockscomb to get that exact color. I suppose that's all hogwash. Maybe not. After Eulene died, her highfalutin daughter, Bernice, who had gone away to Birmingham, sold all the stuff her mama had made to a flea market woman. There were trunks and boxes in the attic stuffed with dresser scarves, crocheted doilies, and pot holders. The colder and longer

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 1997

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