Fifty years ago this week, Flannery O’Connor died in Milledgeville, her mother Regina nearby, ever devoted.
Flannery O’Connor’s life was marked by her sharp intelligence and broad humor, even from her early years in Savannah: scrawled, misspelled, scathing book reviews written on Charlton Street; tedious piano lessons with Sister Mary Joseph, who turned her hearing aid off when Flannery played; dry bathtub readings with unwilling childhood friends as audience.
As an adult, when Flannery wrote her Iowa Prayer Journal, she didn’t realize that Andalusia would be God’s answer to her wish for purity (and publication!). Andalusia gave Flannery precious, abundant material.
The woods, if anything, she wrote, are the Christ symbol.
Flannery O’Connor’s years at Andalusia—bed to desk to window and beyond—marked a life larger than most of us can dream... Read More