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“No matter where I go or what I do in this world, nothing will be found anywhere on earth as wonderful as a Mississippi Monday.” With these words, Anna Elizabeth Gant lets her heart join with the hearts of all who, like her, have grown up in a quintessential Southern atmosphere surrounded by faith, family, food, fellowship, and fun.
When the air is thick with the sounds and smells of summer, the reader of Mississippi Monday, can run barefoot through the tall green grass all the way to Willow Creek, and splash into the cool, rippling water. Remembering that fried chicken and apple pie are waiting on the table at home wets the appetite, as does the anticipation of homemade ice cream out on the front porch when the last warm rays of the setting sun glimmer on the horizon. As the summer shadows give way to the hazy hues of a hot summer night, fireflies beckon to be chased, and the promise of a cool, soft bed beside an open window, when all the world is hushed and still, brings about the perfect ending to a perfect day.
When great billows of scarlet and golden leaves dance across the path, a saunter across the pasture leads to the grand old oak. “I remember that my great-grandfather played under this same tree when he was a boy,” Anna writes for her audience. “This land has belonged to my family for many years.” The smell of country ham frying wafts on the chilly afternoon breeze and calls out the expectation of hot homemade biscuits like only Mama could make. Popcorn by the fire and a crossword puzzle with Dad gently ease a little sleepy head toward bed as the clock in the hall chimes its bedtime song.
When a blanket of new-fallen snow sparkles like diamonds in the smiling sun and the evergreens wear fancy new coats of white, the untouched world of brilliance is just begging for childhood’s exploration. Breadcrumbs scattered in the apple orchard provide a snowy day feast for all sorts of critters. Mama’s vegetable soup and hot buttered cornbread fill the tummy and feed the soul. Snuggling under grandmother’s hand-stitched quilts far away from the North wind as the firelight chases the night shadows away, draws to a close another perfect day.
When the sun once again warms the cool, sleeping earth, Wildwood Hill beckons with a flamboyant display of pink, white, and purple wild clover. A family of plump brown bunnies disappears into the nearby thicket. When the relatives come to call, a huge family supper is spread out like a feast before a king. Chicken and dressing, homemade rolls, and chocolate pie all find honored places and hearty appetites. There are lots of games, funny stories, and plenty of hugs to go around. A gathering around the family piano to sing best-loved hymns seals the night with sweet and precious memories that time can never erase.
In the classic film The Wizard of Oz, Dorothy clicks the heels of her ruby slippers together and breathes the words, “There’s no place like home.” The pages of Mississippi Monday echo this same sweet sentiment: a desire to embrace the people, places, customs, and traditions we hold so dear. As Mississippi Monday warms the heart, it reminds its readers that indeed, there is truly no place like home.
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Anna Elizabeth Gant is a fulltime student at Regent University in Virginia, Beach, Virginia. She is an English Major with a cognate in Professional Writing and a minor in Journalism. She is a Dean’s List scholar and is a member of the Regent English Club, the Regent Animation Club, Regent Students for Life, Regent Republicans, and the Regent Intellectual Property and Entertainment Law Society. She also writes for Regent’s campus newspaper, the Daily Runner.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
"On a Mississippi Monday, when the crisp, autumn wind sends great billows of scarlet and golden leaves dancing across my path...I saunter across the pasture to the grand old oak. I sit down under the magnificent tree and rest against its sturdy trunk. I look up at its ancient, gnarled branches and remember that my great-grandfather played under this same tree when he was a boy. This land has belonged to my family for many years. A chill in the afternoon air makes me head toward home, and soon I can smell the country ham Mama is frying. When the biscuits come out of the oven, we'll be ready to eat. Later, we'll have popcorn by the fire and listen to funny songs on Grandfather's old Victrola. When Daddy and I have finished the crossword puzzle in the newspaper, and the clock in the hall chimes its bedtime song, I'll curl up under my cozy covers, close my eyes, and smile. Surely, there is nothing to be found anywhere on Earth as wonderful as a Mississippi Monday."
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