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Fitzgerald Museum: how much the heart can hold

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Fitzgerald Museum

Last April, I toured the Fitzgerald Museum in Montgomery, Alabama. It’s taken me this long to write about it.

In the Beginning…

They met at a country club in Montgomery, Alabama. Scott was a mid-western boy, a 2nd lieutenant assigned to a nearby infantry. He was a Princeton dropout. Zelda, an uninhibited southern belle, was the seventeen-year-old daughter of a wealthy Alabama Supreme Court Judge.

Zelda needed a husband who could maintain a certain lifestyle. The lifestyle she’d always known.

He was desperate for her. For the wannabe writer, it was love at first sight.

After some urging, they married on April 3, 1920 at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York, one week after his debut novel, This Side of Paradise, was published.Continue Reading

the unexpected side of Home Tour

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the unexpected side of Home Tour

We’ve been on home tour before. We participated in the Munger Place Home Tour in East Dallas, so we know about the pain and pleasure of having a cleaner-than-it’ll-ever-ever-ever-be-again house. But there’s an unexpected side of Home Tour I’d forgotten until this past weekend when we participated in the Washington Elementary Home Tour. Things beyond the sparkle of the bathroom sink. Beyond the thrill of declaring that honey-do list nearly (because it’s never really) completed. Beyond the perfect blue sky of a day we had for it.

Things like:

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one week until HOME TOUR!

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Sometime, months and months ago, we were asked if we’d include our home on the annual tour of homes. And by “we”, I mean me. I can’t blame John. He was out of town.

Yes! Of course. How fun!!! I clearly remember talking to my neighbor about it. I was outside with the dogs. Lucy gave me the “Boerner glare”. She knew there would be work to do.

Lucy knows there's work to be done to get ready for home tour!

As of this morning, we have exactly one week to get the house and yard ship shape because hundreds of people will be walking through. And by “we” I mean “we”. Lucky for me, John is the best when it comes to making our porch eat-off-the-floor clean.

Insane.

I was temporarily insane. Continue Reading

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