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“it’s fruitcake weather!”

“Imagine a morning in late November. A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago. Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town. A great black stove is its main feature; but there is also a big round table and a fireplace with two rocking chairs placed in front of it. Just today the fireplace commenced its seasonal roar. A woman with shorn white hair is standing at the kitchen window. She is wearing tennis shoes and a shapeless gray sweater over a summery calico dress. She is small and sprightly, like a bantam hen; but, due to a long youthful illness, her shoulders are pitifully hunched. Her face is remarkable—not unlike Lincoln’s, craggy like that, and tinted by sun and wind; but it is delicate, too, finely boned, and her eyes are sherry-colored and timid. “Oh my,” she exclaims, her breath smoking the windowpane, “it’s fruitcake weather!”

-Truman Capote, A Christmas Memory

 

 

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5 thoughts on ““it’s fruitcake weather!”

  1. Hey nice to meet you. I thought it proper to stop by and thank you for deciding to follow me, I hope to always be up to your expectations and that you’ll stick around.
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  2. Someone once read “A Christmas Memory” aloud to me – twice in a row, by the light of a Christmas tree. It feels like good fortune to come upon this quote. It’s a lovely thing to find positive inspiration in the world – I’m glad you do.

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