ink and watercolor
1998
Jonesborough, TN…..as I recall it when growing up, long before the National Storytelling Festival came to town, and the town began to be “featured” in magazines.
Al l I knew, growing up, was that the house had, one fine year, about sixty confderate bodies stacked up on the front porch and, during the influenza epidemic around 1918, another great pile of folks waiting to get buried.
In short?…I thought it was a spooky house, despite its being stuck right in the middle of town, with the creek going by Main Street and flowing right beside it..
I still do, for that matter.
