Radiant Bride
The lovely bride was fetching in a forest-green ensemble, with amber accessories, mink trimmed off the face. She wore a brown felt hat, gloves and shoes to match, with a corsage of valley lillies.
Miss Naughty Bird Peavey, sister of the groom, was arresting in a grape-colored woolen crepe with draped front, multicolored beaded necklace, and cerise gloves and shoes.
Colorful Reception
Immediately following the nuptials, a colorful wedding reception took place at the home of Mrs. Lulu Butterfork, who is prominent in the city’s leading beauticians’ circles, being both a beautician and a hairpiece specialist.
Several well-known Birminghamians who attended the colorful reception were served punch, ice cream, and individual cakes, and were busy registering awe at the brilliant display of countless bridal gifts.
Monday night, October 5, at 11 o’clock, the bridal party was honored at a spicy after-supper dance, with Mrs. Toncille Robinson as hostess.
Glamour marked the occasion, which saw the Little Savoy Cafe, scene of the select occasion, given a festive appearance by brilliantly embellished yuletide effects and a long, heavily laden table of choice foods and viands. A hot seven-course chicken supper was served, featuring wine as an appetizer and topped off with hot coffee and dessert.
The couple will reside in the bride’s home on Fountain Avenue.
MAY 19, 1986
It had been nine long, hard days since Evelyn Couch had been on her diet, and today she woke up with a feeling of euphoria. She seemed in complete control of her life, tall and thin, and when she moved, she felt willowy and graceful. Those nine days had been like climbing a mountain, and now she knew she had reached the top. Somehow, today, she knew in her heart that she would never eat anything as long as she lived unless it was crisp and fresh; just like she was at this very moment.
When she went into the supermarket, she sprinted past the cookies and cakes and white breads and aisle three, canned goods, where she had spent most of her shopping life, and went straight to the meat department, where she ordered chicken breasts without the skin. Then she headed over to the produce section, a place she had only visited on occasions to buy potatoes for mashing, and bought fresh broccoli and lemons and limes to cut up in her Perrier water. She stopped briefly at the magazine section to buy a Town and Country magazine, featuring an article on Palm Beach, and then went to the express checkout counter, where the checkout girl greeted her.
“Hey, Miz Couch, how are you doing today?”
“Just great, Mozell, how are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“Is this gonna be all for you today, hon?”
“That’s it.”
Mozell punched up the amount.
“You look awful pretty today, Miz Couch.”
“Well, thank you, I feel good.”
“Well, bye-bye, now. You have a nice day.”
“Thank you. You too.”
As Evelyn was going out, a beady-eyed, mean-mouthed boy in greasy pants and a T-shirt slammed through the EXIT ONLY door and knocked Evelyn back. He brushed past and, Evelyn, still in a good mood, mumbled to herself, “Well, there’s a nice gentleman.”
The boy turned and with a surly look said, “Fuck you, bitch!” and went on.
Evelyn was stunned. The hatred in his eyes took her breath away. She felt herself getting all shaky and started to cry. It was as if someone had hit her. She closed her eyes and told herself not to lose control. He was just a stranger. It didn’t matter. Don’t let it upset you.
But the more she thought about it, she knew she had to make it all right. She would go on outside and wait for him and tell him that she had just been trying to make light of the situation and had not meant to hurt his feelings and that she was sure he had come in the wrong door by mistake and hadn’t realized that he had run into her.
She was sure, as soon as she explained it to him, he would probably feel bad and the whole thing would be over and she could go home feeling better.
The boy burst out of the door carrying his six-pack and walked past her. She walked faster and caught up with him.
“Excuse me. I just wanted you to know that there was no reason for you to be so mad at me in there. I was only trying to …”
He shot a disgusted look at her. “Get the hell away from me, you stupid cow!”
Evelyn was breathless.
“Excuse me. What did you call me?”
He continued on, ignoring her. Now she was running after him, in tears.
“What did you call me? Why are you being so mean to me? What did I ever do to you? You don’t even know me!”
He opened the door to his truck, and Evelyn, hysterical, grabbed his arm.
“Why? Why are you being so mean to me?”
He slammed her arm away from him and stuck his fist in her face, his eyes and face twisted with rage. “Don’t fool with me, bitch, or I’ll knock your fucking head off—you fat, stupid cunt!”
And with that, he pushed her in the chest and knocked her down.
Evelyn couldn’t believe what was happening. Her groceries spilled everywhere.
The stringy-haired girl with the elastic halter top who had been waiting for the boy looked down at Evelyn and laughed. He got in the truck, threw it in reverse, and squealed out of the parking lot, yelling names back at Evelyn.
She sat there on the ground, her elbow bleeding, old and fat and worthless all over again.
DECEMBER 12, 1941
War Starts
Grady Kilgore is in charge of the Whistle Stop draft board, and he says for all you boys to come on in and sign up and get it over with.
It seems like lately there’s nothing but troop trains and tanks passing through. It makes you wonder where they are all from and where they are going.
Wilbur says the war won’t last more than six months. I hope he’s right for once.
The Jolly Belles Ladies’ Barber Shop Quartet has been invited to attend the National Convention of Ladies’ Barber Shop Quartets in Memphis, Tennessee, this spring, to perform their most popular rendition of “Dip Your Brush in Sunshine and Keep On Painting Away.”
Reverend Scroggins asks, would the individual or individuals who are giving out his address and phone number to people looking for whiskey please stop, as his wife, Arna, is in the middle of a nervous condition and has broken out several times this week. Bobby Lee Scroggins joined the navy. By the way, that service star in the window over at the cafe is for Willie Boy Peavey, Onzell’s and Big George’s boy, who is the first colored soldier in Troutville to join up.
… Dot Weems …
P.S. Everybody is getting ready for the annual Christmas pageant and because of the shortage of men in our town, Opal, myself and Ninny Threadgoode have been cast as the three wise men.
AUGUST 8, 1986
After the boy at the supermarket had called her those names, Evelyn Couch had felt violated. Raped by words. Stripped of everything. She had always tried to keep this from happening to her, always been terrified of displeasing men, terrified of the names she would be called if she did. She had spent her life tiptoeing around them like someone lifting her skirt stepping through a cow pasture. She had always suspected that if provoked, those names were always close to the surface, ready to lash out and destroy her.
It had finally happened. But she was still alive. So she began to wonder. It was as if that boy’s act of violence toward her had shocked her into finally looking at herself and asking the questions she had avoided for fear of the answers.