Signature; Bobbie Ann Mason; Bobbie Ann Mason Interview\reading and B-roll

Love love love this. I want to see this going to the names

a little bit of background. Father

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What is my brother. Oh settled. Joe Johns has.

This one. Jim. All right. John and his brothers early satellites of the Clear Springs very very hollow. They got land grant. Yes which you know. I believe she was dead wrong.

Thank you work and I thank you as I know that well if you do. Bring. Others here we can. Give. You what you don't need to know just to get that he'll tell. You I'm sure. Mary mess was one of my great grandfather.

Coxwell killed in a while the next little. Girl. Her book is called. My grandmother also. OK. Mary Mason was one of my great grandfather Tommy Mason sisters and my grandfather talk about how he had his brothers had to go steady with her. Her husband Ben Cox was. Lost his leg in a wagon accident and and died. Very early in their marriage. And he always talked about having to go stand with Pulis. She was called in a poor US and

my grandmother also had an. Aunt POULOS And I think. It must have been a common for most. Common pet and I. Was on my way. This still interest me because it inspired one of my stories. This is another case of families. Creating double cousins I think. My maternal grandmother was an R in it and her Uncle Mack. Married my paternal grandfather's aunt. Aunt Annette. Which I guess was a version of Antoinette they called her Aunt Annette but her nickname was Bobby. So her name it seems to me was Bobby Mason. And this. This and fired me to wonder about what

kind of person. She would have been with that name. A century ago or more. Well. You know what I'm. Going to. Get back up and sort of I mean I mean I don't. Mind exactly. OK. Any time you're reading. This fascinates me because that was the inspiration for one of my stories Nancy told pepper

oh my. My maternal grandmother. Was. An aunt. And. Uncle Mack. Married my paternal grandfather. And Aunt Annette and I think I was short. And. That. Name was. I mean trying to imagine. The sentry who had the same name. Yeah any time you want to. Wait. OK OK.

This stone fascinates me because it inspired one of my stories called Nancy called Pepper my maternal grandmother was an R in it and her. Uncle Mack. Married my paternal grandfather's. Aunt. And Annette which I think was short for Antoinette but. Her nickname was Bobby. And so I was so intrigued by thinking about what a person over a century ago would feel like. With the name Bobby Mason. Right. Zoom in to. OK and. Then we'll meet John. He's brother ok still.

Least I thought you the boy said. OK. Brother your brother father. Brother. Brother. WESTERN.

Kentucky. OK. No Samuel Mosul is probably the oldest guy here. My great great. Great grandfather John. And said little.

Brother. You're from Nashville. And settled when the Clear Springs community and we settled on the story is that. All. Forest. And there are other stories aside his life wasn't really his son. Was. Oh. Never. Mind of. My generation. What. Of it. Okay. Any time. Goal.

OK. The older brother John Wright grandfather mess hall area her father Earl is also about shoulder muscles. I love. You all but I was like oh.

I don't know what I. Found out about it but it's gone. What you see. That's. Just the way my lawn works. The pioneer days are long but I saw a. Child put myself. To go back and. I got lost again. What do you. Want. Nancy first learned about her ancestor on a summer Sunday a few years

before when she took her grandmother to visit the Culpepper graveyard beside an outgrowth off the Paducah highway. The old oaks had spread their limbs until they shaded the entire cemetery and the tombstones poked through weeds like freak mushrooms. Nancy wandered among the grass. Granny stayed beside her husband's gravestone. It had her own name on it too with a blank space for the date. Nancy told Jack afterward that when she saw the stone marked Nancy Culpepper 1833 tonight you know. She did a double take. It was like time lapse photography she said. I mean I was standing there looking into the past and future at the same time. It was weird. She wasn't kin to me but she lived down the road granny explained to Nancy she was your granddaddy Zant. Did she look like me and say Yes I don't know she was a real old granny touched the stone puzzled.

I can't figure out she wasn't buried with her husband's people she said. Down in the rocking chair and as she rocks back and forth. Exploring the features of the young woman who is wearing an embroidered white dress and the young men and a curly beard that starts below his chin framing his face like a ruffle. The woman looks frightened. The camera perhaps. But nevertheless her deep sparkle like shards of glass. This young woman would be glad to dance to Lucy in the sky with diamonds on her wedding day. The man seemed as if he did not know what to expect. Marrying a woman who has done something so far away. When. He

first learned about her ancestors on a summer Sunday two years before when she took her grandmother to visit the pepper gravy on the side and don't grow to the highway the old oaks had spread their limbs until they shaded the entire cemetery and the tombstones poked through weeds like freak mushrooms. Nancy wandered among the greys while Granny stayed beside her husband's gravestone. It had her name on it too with a blank space for the date afterward. Then when she saw the stone marked Nancy Culpepper 1833 and she did a double take. It was like time lapse photography she said. I mean I was standing there looking into the past in the future at the same time. It was kinda may but she lived down the road. Granny explained to Nancy she was your granddaddy's and she looked like me. Nancy I don't know how she was

Granny touched the stone puzzled. I can't figure out why she wasn't buried with her husband's people. Down in the rocking chair and as she rocked back and forth she searches the photograph exploring the features of the young woman who was wearing an embroidered white dress. And the young man.