#Haralson

[2t2r]

30 portes superbes qui semblent mener dans un autre monde

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30 portes superbes qui semblent mener dans un autre monde

[nerdygaymormon]

[smashpages]

Out this week: The Old Willis Place (Clarion Books, $15.99): 

Mary Downing Hahn, Scott Peterson and Meredith Laxton tell the story of a haunted mansion where two kids live in total freedom — until a new caretaker and his daughter show up and threaten their way of life.

See what else is coming to a comic shop near you this week.

[todieforimages]

Stephens Grave Covers-Buchanan, Georgia

The Buchanan City Cemetery is a small town cemetery located in Haralson County, Georgia. In this cemetery, there are six grave covers made of Georgia red clay, utilizing a uniform design. Jessie Parks Stephens, 1880-1880 Several generations of family members rest in these plots. Isabella Hill is the grandmother to John Henry Stephens and Exah Cowart. Jessie Parks Stephens is the son of John…

[chrisnaustin]

If only I were she!

[conandaily2022]

26 people arrested in Coweta County, Georgia; 6 human trafficking victims rescued

A human trafficking operation was recently conducted in Coweta County, Georgia, United States. According to Coweta County Sheriff’s Office sergeant Toby Nix, one of the primary purposes of the operation was to locate human trafficking victims. The Coweta County Sheriff’s Office organized the operation along with its counterpart in Haralson County, Georgia. The operation also included cooperation…

[popuprecordshop]

Sat Jul 20: Record show Noon to 4 at Minneapolis Cider Company, located at 701 SE 9th St in the Haralson Room. Free admission.

More info on Facebook

[sluttytommykinard]

A piece from my past

Relationships: Evan "Buck"Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson & Tommy Kinard & Howie "Chimney" Han

Characters: Tommy Kinard, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Howie "Chimney"Han, Dan "Hondo" Haralson, Erica Rodgers, Vincent Gerrard

@cannibalhellhound since you requested it

[dangerousthingobservation]

62-4228 F105D Status: On Display at Haralson County Veterans Memorial Park, Tallapoosa, GA Comments: Re-located from Lackland AFB, San Antonio, TX.

[mariacallous]

Hulda (Huddy) Horowitz Cohen learned about Southern cake baking from her neighbor Julia Haralson in Blytheville, Arkansas, in the 1950s. Haralson baked a blackberry jam Bundt cake each year for Christmas, and Cohen would bake the cake for Rosh Hashanah to toast in the Jewish New Year. Jam cake, fragrant with spice, has shown up across the South, most often in Kentucky and Tennessee, with blackberry or strawberry jam-filled layers draped with a caramel icing. 

Jewish peddlers and merchants began arriving in small Southern towns to sell clothing and household goods in the late nineteenth century, long before Walmart, says Marcie Cohen Ferris, Southern Jewish foodways scholar, author of “Matzoh Ball Gumbo,” and daughter of Huddy Cohen. For Jews living in towns without synagogues and rabbis, one way of feeding their soul was at the dinner table, she says. And while fried chicken, beaten biscuits and sliced tomatoes could be found on Jewish and Gentile menus alike, jam cake reminded Jews of cakes baked by their ancestors. Ferris’s paternal grandparents, immigrants from Russia, had arrived in the Arkansas Delta from New York City in 1920. They assimilated into a world of church socials, football and layer cake.

A decade ago, when my own family was hosting a German exchange student, Philip walked into the kitchen where I was baking and knew the aroma as jam “kuchen,” just as his grandmother made for holidays back in Germany. The story goes that German immigrants, arriving via steamboats into Louisville in the early 1800s, traveled south searching for land on which to settle. When they found black walnut trees, it predicted rich limestone soil for farming. And they brought a spice cake recipe to bake with the berries that grew lush in their new home. 

Notes:

Instead of layers, if you wish to bake this recipe as a Bundt like Cohen, it will need about 1 hour of baking time at 350°F. Dust with confectioners’ sugar after it has cooled. 

This is the icing recipe my mother handed down to me many years ago. It is a lot easier to prepare than the old-fashioned method of caramelizing the sugar. This frosting has great flavor, dirties few pans in the kitchen and is ready in a snap. 

[asha-the-viking]

Welcome to the World

April 19. 1071

It was a beautiful spring day when Siri went into labor. 

The sun had not quite reached its peak when frantic knocking disturbed the Haralsons from their lunch. Ander had answered the door and immediately the entire family went into a tizzy. It was Will and he had come to tell them it was time. He had barely finished speaking when he turned tail and started heading in the direction in which he had come to tell Ingrid and Clover (in no particular order). 

And Will had moved so fast, he beat them to the little house he shared with Siri. They found him panting for breath in the main room of the house, door flung open to accept the people that were on their way. 

Katryn, as planned, had gone to the Felmans to play with her cousins and would be notified quickly when the baby arrived (Siri promised). Ander, on Siri's request, was to be present at the house but not in the room with her, and the same went for Clover. Siri wanted three people in the room with her; her Grandma Ingrid, Will, and her mother. Luckily, that was easily accomplished.

Asha bounced anxiously on her feet while Will caught his breath and practically ran after him when he headed to the bedroom. 

“I'll send Ingrid in once she gets here,” Ander promised. 

“Thank you!” Will called over his shoulder as he opened the door. He waved Asha in first. 

“Hi Mama,” Siri said from her place on the floor. She was kneeling beside the bed, her arms folded on the mattress and her head resting on it. She already looked rather sweaty and exhausted. 

“Hi sweet girl,” Asha said softly, lowering herself to the floor beside her daughter. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty awful,” Siri said with a laugh. “I… may have made Will wait a while to get everyone. If he would've had it his way, he would've woken you all up at the crack of dawn.”

“She's been at it for a few hours now,” Will said, sitting on the bed beside Siri and reaching over to re-tie up her hair. “Being amazing of course, but she didn't want to bother everyone.”

“Being in labor is not a bother, Siri Helena,” Asha chastised lightly. 

“I know, Mama. I was fine by myself for a while but things… have really started to pick up,” Siri grimaced and closed her eyes and her whole body tensed. She reached a hand out for Will and he took it, letting her squeeze. “Oh shit,”

Asha put a hand on her daughter’s back. “Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.” 

“Okay, okay, I need to be up now. This hurts worse,” Siri declared once the contraction had let up. Will stood immediately and offered both hands to help her stand. 

Asha stood slowly, a hand on Siri’s back for good measure. But she stepped back when Siri put her head on Will’s shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her. Siri was well supported. Asha smiled. She was glad her little girl was so well looked after. 

The bedroom door opened and in stepped Ingrid Bergman, Grey's mother and the best healer on Haligan. Will waved her in. 

“Hi Ingrid.”

“Hello… Oh, she's quite far along isn't she?” 

“It started at dawn apparently,” Asha said. “Siri didn't want to bother us.” 

“Hi Grandma,” Siri murmured. 

“Hello dear. We'll have to see how far along you are, but no rush. Seems you've got it under control for now.” 

Siri held up a thumbs-up and Will chuckled. 

“Your mother's in the living room too, William,” Ingrid said, placing her bag down. “They're quite the nervous pair out there, Ander and Clover.” 

Will laughed suddenly. “Oh man, who's going to out-awkward the other first.” 

Asha hid a smile behind her hand. Clover and Ander were both on the quieter side and they both had their awkward moments. And they never had really spoken before. Will was probably right, it was bound to be really awkward out there.

“Will!” Siri scolded. “That's not nice. My dad and your mom are perfectly normal, perfectly… lovely… oh fuck me. Please hold.” 

“Done and done,” Will nodded, holding her tighter. 

Siri huffed and stomped on his foot and he yelped. 

“That's what you get,” Siri told him through clenched teeth. 

Asha and Ingrid both burst into laughter. Will took it like a champ. Siri and Will made such a fun pair. 

Siri turned her head. “I'm… I'm sorry Mama. Sorry Grandma. Will has a… dirty mind-”

“And you don't?” Will interjected, grinning. 

Siri rolled her eyes and continued. “-and… I don't think that's the last time I'm going to swear today.”

“Siri, sweetheart, I've been a healer for many years and gave birth myself. I know what it does to you. Trust me, I've heard it all. You're fine,” Ingrid promised with a smile. 

“I might not use the words out loud, Siri, but I definitely think them on occasion,” Asha added. “You don't need to apologize.”

“Mama!” Siri gasped, faking being scandalized. “My goodness! Thinking bad words? How could you?”

Asha laughed and walked over to her daughter. She brushed a stray curl from Siri's face and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “Never change, sweet girl.” 

Siri smiled at Asha. “Thanks for coming,”

Asha smiled back. “I wouldn't miss this for anything.” 

After some time and a few more contractions which were getting closer and closer together, Siri said she needed to sit and Ingrid checked Siri over. 

“Well?” Siri asked anxiously, trying to see what was happening. She gripped Will's arm suddenly as another contraction began. And then she felt a small pop and an uncomfortable wetness. She looked to her mother, concerned, but Asha only smiled. 

“It's alright,” Asha promised her daughter. “It's supposed to happen.”

“Some timing this little one has,” Ingrid chuckled. “That was your water breaking. The contractions will get stronger and closer together now and we are getting very close to meeting your little one. Maybe another hour or so.”

“Stronger? How is that even possible?” Siri wailed. 

“Hey,” Will murmured, close to her ear. He was sitting behind her, arms wrapped around her middle. “You've got this.” 

“Easy for you to say, you don't have to do anything. And this is all your fault. How is that even fair?” 

“Yeah, I'm gonna let that one go,” he teased lightly. “No but seriously, you've been kicking ass all day. You've got this.”

Siri rested her head back against him, sighing. And then she tensed, hands scrambling for purchase. Will offered both of his hands without hesitation. “Oh my Gods, that is stronger. Holy shit.”

“Breathe, Siri. You're doing so well.” Ingrid promised. 

Asha had taken a seat on the floor near Siri. She was trying not to hover, as Will clearly had the support and comfort under control, but she was there if she was needed for extra support. Siri and Will's relationship had grown so much in such a brief period of time and it was beautiful to witness. 

“Mama,” Siri said, tipping her head the other direction so she could see her mother better. “You did this twice. You're amazing. This sucks.” 

Asha rubbed Siri's leg. “You're amazing, sweet girl.” 

“Why are you on the floor, Asha?” Will asked. 

“I, um, I don't want to be in the way…” She stammered. 

“We want you here. You aren't in the way,” Will assured. “I brought chairs in here for a reason, please sit in one. Family doesn't let family sit on the floor.” 

Asha stood up and sat in one of the chairs, smiling at Will softly. Siri reached out for Asha's hand and Asha gave it. 

Siri squeezed Asha's fingers. “I want you to be one of the first to meet my baby, Mama. I want you to be comfortable when you do.” 

“Thank you, my love,” Asha said. “You tell me where you want me and what you want me to do and I'll do it.” 

Siri smiled tiredly. And then she froze. “Woah, woah, that… feels different. Holy shit. What's happening? Ow ow ow.”

“Baby's coming down, Siri.” Ingrid said, ruffling through her bag. “How do you want to be?” 

“What?” Siri blinked, dumbfounded. 

“Your baby is coming very soon,” Asha said. “What position feels the most comfortable for you to push?” 

Ingrid looked up. “Thank you, Asha.” 

“Oh fuck,” Siri murmured, shifting. “I need to be up. Hands and knees, I cannot imagine doing this any other way right now. Is that okay?” 

“Of course it is,” Ingrid said. “Floor or bed?” 

“Floor,” Siri said. “I don't want to clean the bed after this.” 

Ingrid laughed. “That's understandable.” 

Asha popped up from the chair and grabbed the blankets and towels from where they folded and put them on the floor before helping Will guide Siri to the floor. Will sat on the floor beside Siri, who leaned against him, breathing hard. He smoothed back a bit of her hair and pressed a kiss to it before saying something quietly to her that Asha couldn't hear, but it made her smile. 

And then, after what felt like an eternity and a blink of an eye simultaneously, the baby was officially coming. Siri tried for a few minutes on her hands and knees, but her arms were shaking too much to support her, so she ended up in a sort of crouch, Will helping hold her upright and her hand in Asha's. Siri, who had not cried even a bit the entire time, had begun to tear up. 

“It hurts so much,” Siri said. “It hurts,” 

“I know, I know. Big deep breaths, Siri. You are so close,” Ingrid promised, placing a gentle hand on Siri’s arm. “You're doing great.” 

“You can do this,” Will encouraged, meeting her eyes. “You're so strong.”

“We're all right here for you,” Asha promised, squeezing Siri’s fingers from her spot on the floor. So much for not sitting on the floor, Will, she thought. She ended up back down there anyway. 

A few more minutes of pressure and pain, a few yelps and screams later, Siri, chest heaving, flopped back against Will as a shrill little cry filled the room. 

Will caught her in a firm hug. “You're so fucking incredible,” he told her, leaning his head against his. 

Siri’s smile was bright as she looked to Asha, who had teary eyes at the sound of her first grandchild’s cries. 

“Siri, Will,” Ingrid said, rubbing the tiny baby with a towel. “Congratulations, you have a beautiful little girl.” 

Ingrid beamed as she placed the wailing baby on Siri’s chest. Siri and Will’s arms immediately went up to hold the baby there protectively. 

“Holy shit,” Will muttered, tears in his eyes. “We have a kid.” 

“She's beautiful, my darling,” Asha said softly. The baby had a decent amount of dark hair already and Asha swore she could see some curls. Just like Siri's hair.

The baby settled at Siri’s gentle shushing and her newfound warmth and grew quiet. Siri looked in awe at the tiny, wriggling child placed on her chest and lifted a shaky hand to trace her face with her index finger. “Hello pretty girl. I love you so much. Welcome home.” 

Siri carefully dipped her head down to give the baby a tearful kiss and then suddenly started laughing. 

“What? What's wrong?” Will asked, concerned, looking frantic. 

“Nothing, it's just… I forgot about the ears!” Siri said through her laughter. “They're so cute!” 

And sure enough, the baby had two little cat ears like her father. They were a bit folded and squashed but would not doubt perk up in time. They too were dark, with some orange and brown flecks already visible. Tortoiseshell. 

Will gently touched a tiny ear with his own finger and it twitched a bit. “She's… she's perfect.” 

Asha pushed herself to her knees and leaned over to give Siri a kiss on the head and one to Will as well. “Congratulations,” she said warmly. “Do you want me to go tell Ander and Clover?” 

“Not until you hold her,” Siri said. “Please?” 

“Oh! Alright.” Asha sat back on the ground and Siri carefully passed the baby into her arms. Asha gasped softly. It had been eleven years since she had last held a baby. She had nearly forgotten what it felt like. And what an honor to hold this baby.

Asha looked down at the beautiful girl, her first grandchild, and couldn't help the tears that started up again. Everything she and her friends had done, everything with the Rebellion, all of the pain and the struggle and the loss, had led them right there to that moment. And somehow, that made everything a little more okay, a little more worth it. Two children of the Rebellion had welcomed a brand new little life into the world. It felt like a metaphor. It felt like hope.

Asha hoped that this little girl would grow up in a safer, kinder world than even her own girls had been raised in. Maybe this child would see the end of the Rebellion once and for all.

Asha cradled the newborn close and looked down at her sweet little face. "We are so happy you're here, little one."

Kara Andrine, daughter of Siri Haralson and Will Verdile

[hoodoverhollywood]

Road tripping to Baddies Burgers in Watkinsville

Dense Fog Advisory until SAT 9:00 AM EDT, North Fulton County, Carroll County, Douglas County, DeKalb County, Heard County, Haralson County, Cherokee County, Polk County, Jackson County, Barrow County, Dawson County, Paulding County, Pickens County, Hall County, Bartow County, Cobb County, Coweta County, South Fulton County, Gilmer County, Forsyth County, Gwinnett County

[todieforimages]

Zion Hill Baptist Church-Haralson County, Georgia

I was unable to find any history on the church. Based on FindAGrave, the oldest recorded burial is 1900. The church has burials in three distinct locations. The older sections were further from the church. This marker for Grace Holcomb, 1909-1962, was my favorite find of the day. The top detail reminds me of a crown. The careful lettering and leaf etching illustrate how careful the artist was in…

[arwainian]

I find this quote very striking, and because of it I went through the link and read the article itself, and it contains discussion of a lot of historical authors who were (what we today consider) queer and who's works had queer themes, as well as modern scholars bringing their works into a modern light! I've actually collected a list of most/all of the writers and works in case anybody (besides myself) is interested! it's a bit long haha

Specific historical writers and works:

Rachilde (the pseudonym of Marguerite Vallette-Eymery) - works including: Monsieur Venus, Madame Adonis, La Jongleuse, and La Marquise de Sade

Henry James (lots of scholarship on this guy)

Vernon Lee (pseudonym of Violet Page) - works including: Miss Brown, Renaissance Fancies and Studies

Walter Pater - Studies in the History of the Renaissance

The Sins of the Cities of the Plain (1881) - apparently pornographic, author debated

Teleny (1893) - apparently pornographic, author debated

Sexual Inversion (1897) by Symonds and Havelock Ellis. Symonds also did translations of Michaelangelo's sonnets apparently which are very gay

Howard Stugis - work: Tim (1891)

Abel Hermant - work: Le Disciple Aimé (1895) apparently not yet translated into English

Achille Essebac - work: Dédé (1901)

Georges Eekhoud - work: Escale-Vigor (1889) apparently already translated but might need to be again?

Chains of Love and Beauty. the Diary of Michael Field, ed. by Carolyn Denver (this is a joint diary of a lesbian couple that wrote under the same name i think?)

Modern scholars and scholarly works on the above:

Nancy Erber, William Peniston, Michael Rosenfeld (mentioned together bc they collaborated on several of the following): The Italian Invert: A Gay Man's Intimate Confession to Émile Zola

Queer Lives: Men's Autobiographis from Nineteenth Century France

Marc-Audré Raffalovich's Uranism and Unisexuality

Lesbian Decadence (by Nancy Erber specifically i think)

Rachilde and French Women's Authorship from Decadence to Modernism by Melanie Hawthorne

Before Trans: Three Gender Stories from Nineteenth Century France by Rachel Mesch (I've read this recently and it's really good and includes some more historical writers)

Epistemology of the Closet by Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick

The Other Henry James by John Rowe

Henry James and Queer Modernity by Eric Haralson

Henry James and the Queerness of Style by Kevin Ohi

Henry James and Queer Filiation by Michael Anesko

The Apparitional Lesbian by Terry Castle

The Literature of Lesbianism ed. by Terry Castle

Disturbing Practices: History, Sexuality, and Women's Experiences of Modern War by Laura Doan

Time Binds: Queer Temporalities, Queer Histories by Elizabeth Freeman

Queer/Early/Modern by Carla Freccero

happy reading!

Once you start looking, you see queer presentism everywhere. It pops up when politicians espouse our “unprecedented” ability to love who we love, and when recent book bans are said to “roll back the clock” on LGBTQ+ rights, implying that clocks tick continually toward progress. It manifests in Oscar Wilde hagiography, which elevates him to the status of singular queer martyr and extrapolates an epochal paradigm from his 1895 trials. It seeps into our everyday speech, in our references to “forbidden love” and our use of the term “Victorian” to imply prudish homophobia. It both stems from and structures the editorial projects that publishers pursue, giving rise to catalogues like the NYRB Classics, where the oldest work tagged LGBTQ+ is Colette’s The Pure and the Impure (1932) — as if nothing queer was written before.

The truth is that there’s a world of queer writing that predates Colette, volumes of manuscript and books that aren’t so much products of historical suppression as they are suppressed by today’s “it’s gotten better” mindset. This is convenient for a culture industry in search of the sui generis and always eager to pat itself on the back for its own enlightenment. But the almost total neglect, outside the academy, of the queer literary archive is a shame, and not only because it propagates factual errors. In limiting our horizons for understanding how our predecessors lived, loved, and wrote, we end up narrowing our own vistas. When we apply the repressive hypothesis, we’re actually repressing ourselves.

Colton Valentine, “Against Queer Presentism��� | How the Book World Neglects the Archive,” The Drift, October 25, 2022.

[lboogie1906]

Congressman Jeremiah Haralson (April 1, 1846 - March 25, 1916) was born near Columbus, Georgia. He was taken to Alabama where he remained in bondage until 1865. Some records suggest he may have been a farmer and clergyman. He taught himself to read and write and became a skilled orator and debater.

In 1868, he made his first unsuccessful attempt for a seat in the Forty-first Congress, representing Alabama’s First District. He won a seat in Alabama’s House of Representatives and in 1872 was elected to the State Senate. He ran for the House of Representatives. He won the Republican primary. Soon after the primary Bromberg accused him of voter fraud and sought to deny him his seat. The Democrats who controlled the House of Representatives supported him and on March 4, 1875, he took his seat in Congress.

He supported the policies of President Ulysses Grant and urged African American voters to remain loyal to the Republican Party. Appointed to the House Committee on Public Expenditures, he introduced legislation to use proceeds from public land sales for educational purposes and the relief of the Medical College of Alabama. He broke with other Republican-era African American Congressmen by criticizing the use of federal soldiers to control violence and ensure orderly voting in the South. He favored general amnesty for former Confederates.

In 1876 he stood for election in the newly created, predominately African American Fourth Congressional District. This district was represented by African American Congressman James T. Rapier. He won the primary but lost narrowly. He contested the results before the House of Representatives but on this occasion, the House ruled in favor of his Democratic opponent.

In 1879 he became a clerk at Baltimore’s Federal Customs House. He held a similar post in the Department of the Interior. Then he worked for the Pension Bureau in Washington from 1882-1884. In 1904 he went to Arkansas, where he worked as a pension agent. In 1912 he returned to Alabama and settled in Selma. He went to Texas, Oklahoma, and Colorado, where at the age of 70 he took up coal mining. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[popuprecordshop]

Sat Sep 14: Twin Cities Record Show noon to 4pm at the Minneapolis Cider Company. 25+ tables to browse in the Haralson Room with free admission + made-to-order crepes and shareables. More info on Facebook Fri & Sat Sep 13/14: Records, Music & Memorabilia Sale in White Bear Lake. Fri 9am to 4pm, Sat 9am to 2pm.