The last story in Welty’s The Golden Apples might just be my favorite, but I think it can only be a favorite if you’ve already read everything leading up to it.  It’s like a TV finale in which the whole cast of the show is brought back to reminisce over its life.  In this story, the whole cast of the book is brought back to reminisce over the town for the occasion of Katie Rainey’s funeral.  It ties things up, answers questions about what happened later as a result of incidents in earlier stories.  Yet it is also fully its own story with its own impact.  It’s a story about a woman who has lost her mother and lost her way.  It’s about her memories and her grief.  It’s beautifully lyrical while packing a real emotional punch. 


I wish I had time to say more.  I’m working on my presentation for our Welty day at JCJC, though, and I have to put my thoughts about this into another format.


I don’t think I’ve accomplished what I set out to do with this blog, mainly because I’m so busy that I haven’t been able to devote the kind of attention to it I wanted.  I’ve decided that means it’s just going to take longer to do what I wanted. 


I said I would blog at least until Welty’s birthday on April 13.  I’m going to keep going after that.  I may not blog daily, but I’ll keep blogging some for the next few months.  I want to blog through all of Welty’s work, and I’m not nearly there yet.  I also want to blog through her short stories a second time.  That should keep me busy for the rest of the year.