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Black Remembers Welty
Patti Carr Black,
curator of the Remembering Welty
exhibition at the Old Capitol Museum last fall,
spoke to friends who gathered in Jackson on
September 28, 2002, to tour the exhbition before
attending a dinner celebrating the Centers 25th anniversary. The comments, printed here, cover the
exhibition as well as plans for the Welty House
and the Welty Collection.
When
Eudora died in July 2001, there was an
outpouring of assessments, nationally and
internationally, of her achievements: the power
of her fiction, her influence on the development
of the American short story, her broad
understanding of--and contributions to--literary
modernism, and the formative effect she had on
other writers. Here in Mississippi we grieved
over the loss of a warm, perceptive, witty, and
invariably kind friend. Our two major museums in
Jackson--the Mississippi Museum of Art and the
Old Capitol--quickly began planning for exhibits
honoring Eudora Welty. I hope some of you got to
see the exhibit at the art museum.
Eudoras
nieces, Mary Alice Welty White and Elizabeth
Welty Thompson, made this exhibit possible
through their generosity in making these items
available. The exhibit is a brief look at Eudoras
life through objects that she cherished. Our
space here was extremely limited, but we chose
things concerned with her lifelong interests:
gardening, travel, theatre, books, and of course
her writing. Most of the objects in the exhibit
have never been on public display.
They range from Eudoras baby doll to her
presidential medals. They also show an element
so dominant in her life---laughter. We have on
display a whimsical book she created as a child
to amuse her little brother when he was sick. We
also have caricatures that she created as a
young adult to amuse a friend, Frank Lyell, off
at Princeton.
There are also
objects she specifically mentioned in her
beautiful autobiographical work, One Writers Beginning:
her childhood books, her fathers
pocket watch, his telescope, an early camera. We
have the desk where she worked and the
typewriter she used during one period of her
life. We believe she had at least four
typewriters during her long career, adamantly
stopping at the idea of acquiring a Word
Processor. She could process her own words.
Her literary career, of course, brought
her virtually every honor and prize possible in
the literary world. She was the first living
writer to be published by the Library of America
series, joining our great immortals, like Mark
Twain. We have a side exhibition of some of her
photographs juxtaposed to her writing. And, by
the way, the medals and awards that you see on
exhibit represent only a small fraction of those
she received. I want to give you a chance to
walk leisurely through the exhibit, read the
text, and experience the objects themselves.
Before we break up I want to
tell you a bit about the plans for the Eudora
Welty House. The house, as you know, was left to
the Mississippi Department of Archives and
History, which will open it as an interpretive
literary site. Because of the generosity of her
nieces, it will be one of the most substantive
literary houses in American in terms of
authenticity of furnishings, books, paintings,
furniture, rugs, draperies. Virtually everything
will remain intact. The fabric of the house
itself will be as it is with the addition of
those mechanisms necessary to operate a
first-class museum house: air conditioning,
humidity control, smoke detection, and fire
suppression equipment. Unobtrusively added, we
hope.
The house, as you know, is
surrounded by the grounds and gardens where Eudora
and her mother worked side by side for some 30
years and which figures prominently in Eudoras
writing. Restoration of the garden is already
under way to take it back to the decade of the
1930s. The diagrams, sketches, lists of plantings,
and photographs, left by Mrs. Welty, and new
scientific computer analysis will enable us to
accurately recreate the garden and grounds. Did
you know that Eudora alludes to more than 150
plants in her work?
Many of these flowers, trees, and shrubs
are still in her garden.
The major thrust of
the Welty house will be educational programming.
The mission and intention will be to use Weltys
work to convey the potency of the written word in
our culture, the writer in our society, and the
great themes of human life found in Weltys writing. The scholarship which undergirds this
effort will be provided by Suzanne Marrs, one of
our leading Welty scholars, and the actual
transformation of the house into a public
institution will be supervised by Mary Alice Welty
White.
Programming will
include interpretive
tours of the house and garden, symposia,
readings, lectures, publications, films,
Elderhostel sessions, a revival of the annual
Mississippi Writers Day, and eventually a biennial International Welty
Conference. The house is scheduled to open in
2005.
One other thing that
will be of interest to this group, and indeed to
the nation, is the wealth of archival material
that Eudora left in the house. As you know, Eudora
began donating her papers and photographs to the
Archives in 1957, and the Welty Collection there
is already extensive. At her death, she bequeathed
all of the papers in the house to the Archives.
The scope and depth of this new material is
staggering. It includes personal correspondence
from such friends as Katherine Anne Porter, E. M.
Forster, Elizabeth Bowen, William Maxwell,
Reynolds Price, Ross McDonald, Bernard Berenson,
Robert Penn Warren, and others. It includes
unpublished manuscripts and additional
photographs. It is yet another treasure trove.
In Eudora we lost a
person of deep understanding, not only of the
place we shared with her, the South, the State of
Mississippi, but an understanding of the world.
Her words of 1954, almost a half century ago, seem
current. She said, Mutual
understanding in the world being nearly always, as
now, at low ebb, it is comforting to remember that
it is through art that one country can nearly
always speak reliably to another. Art, though, is
never the voice of a country; it is an even more
precious thing, the voice of the individual, doing
its best to speak, not comfort of any sort,
indeed, but truth. And the art that speaks it most
unmistakably, most directly, most variously, most
fully, is fiction. She believed in her medium; so do
we.
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