MY VISIT TO CROSS CREEK, FLORIDA

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CROSS CREEK TOUR

MY VISIT TO MARJORIE KINNAN RAWLINGS FARM IN CROSS CREEK,
FLORIDA

At a glance it is like you are entering a land of enchantment from some fairy tale. Trees dripping with Spanish Moss and wild flowers in the most unexpected places. After parking in the designated area we walked down a winding path. At the end of the path is a lovely 'cracker' house with red and yellow trumpet flowers growing in abundance next to the house, filling the air with the sweetest fragrance. A friendly guide came out to greet us. THE TOUR began on the large screened in front porch (see photo album). The guide told us 'Marjorie' did most of her writing on this poach. On the porch was a single bed, table (a piece of round wood over the trunk of a sawed off palm tree), chairs (the seats on the chairs were stretched raw hide) and her 'relic' typewriter on the table. The guide continues," At times 'Majories' writing was so prolific, she would stay on the porch working 15 hours a day.


We entered the living room with the guide explaining, When 'Majorie' bought the house there were electric wires
hanging from the ceiling with bare bulbs. She purchased wooden salad bowls and had holes drilled on the edge of the bowls, attached chains in the holes and ran the chains to the ceiling, creating pleasant indirect lighting that was effective and inexpensive. There is a small room (like a cloak room) directly off the living room. She put in dutch doors and made a bar out of it (some of the empty bottles are still there). Our guide told us, famous writers and statesmen were visitors to this quaint place. "Poppa"
Hemingway was one of them.

THE TOUR GROUP entered a hallway and proceeded to the the 'famous bath room' (*ref- front page). This was the first indoor plumbing in Cross Creek. When her bathroom was completed, she had a party to invite her neighbors to see an indoor bathroom. She covered the washstand with a wooden board and set her glasses and bottles on top. She filled the tub with ice, sodas and alcohol (which had to be secreted, it was still probition) and she put long stem roses in her newly acquired commode.



THE FARM TODAY:

Most of the house is open to the public and is remarkably preserved. There are chickens running around scratching in the dirt. A lazy cat lying under a tree stretching from a nice nap, meowing an indifferent 'Hi' tolerating the visitors disturbing his repose. A friendly child, barefoot, (whos' I don't know?, looking as wild and natural as her surroundings) showing us newly hatched baby chicks. The kitchen still has the old wood stove and on the back porch, the antique Ice Box. The kitchen floor is bare wood. On the kitchen table is 'Majories' cookbook still open and fresh eggs in a wire basket next to it. I was told, it is still a working farm. I felt I could move in and be quite comfortable. The area has not lost its' primitive look she describes so vividly in her novel "CROSS CREEK"

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