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Road biking, dirt road riding on Frankenbike, tandem riding, group riding, time trialing, randonneuring - I love to ride, and I love to write. As I've traveled along on two wheels, I've learned one thing: Expect Adventure. Join me on the journey!

Betty Jean Jordan

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Middle Georgia Author Ride

Besides cycling, one of my favorite things to do is read.  Yesterday I combined these two passions in a Middle Georgia Author Ride.  Middle Georgia seems to be fertile ground for excellent writers to grow.  My ride highlighted three of them: Joel Chandler Harris, Alice Walker, and Flannery O’Connor.

When I first mapped my route, it had around 90 miles.  So, I went ahead and added a few extra miles to make it a full century (100 miles).  I anticipated riding solo, but I was thrilled when my husband Robert agreed to join me.  He’s such a good sport.

The best way to begin a Saturday of cycling is to ride to the Monticello square.  I bought some fresh vegetables at our local farmers market: okra, bell peppers, and squash.  Then, Robert and I fueled up for our ride at the Vanilla Bean:

Coffee, quiche, and fruit for Robert; tea and cookie for me (I had already had breakfast at home)
At last we began our journey in earnest.

Joel Chandler Harris

Our first focus was on the tales of Uncle Remus, recorded by Joel Chandler Harris.  Harris grew up on a plantation in Putnam County, where he heard slaves tell about the adventures of Brer Rabbit and the other critters.


As Robert and I rode into Eatonton, I made sure to stop at the courthouse to visit Brer Rabbit:


From there, we headed toward the Uncle Remus Museum.  On the way, I was excited to see the upcoming plans for the Georgia Writer’s Museum:


Just a few short blocks away, we arrived at the Uncle Remus Museum:




The volunteer working at the Uncle Remus Museum yesterday was a delightful woman named Georgia.  She was simply full of information about Joel Chandler Harris, the Uncle Remus stories, and life in general both before and after the Civil War.  She shared with Robert and me a number of stories from her grandmother, who learned much from her own grandmother, who was a slave.

Georgia explained that the Uncle Remus characters are not “animals.”  They are “critters.”  Maybe it should be obvious, but I learned that the critters are symbols; Brer Rabbit represents the slaves, and Brer Fox represents the plantation owner.  In the seemingly innocuous tales of Brer Rabbit outwitting Brer Fox, the slaves who handed down the stories were actually sustaining hope that they would overcome.

A few days before our Middle Georgia Author Ride, I re-read the Uncle Remus story of the Tar Baby.  Georgia specifically talked to us about the Tar Baby, saying that her grandmother had told her not to be one.  Georgia asked her grandmother what she meant.  Her grandmother said that the Tar Baby represents black people who sit on the fence, not committing one way or the other.  That made a lot of sense to me because I was a little unsettled by the ending of the Tar Baby story; Uncle Remus leaves you hanging, not knowing whether Brer Rabbit gets free or not.

Georgia would have kept talking to us all day long, and I would have been glad to keep listening if I didn’t have other authors to explore on our journey.  Georgia gave us a terrific segue to Alice Walker, our next author.  When Robert and I mentioned that we were on our way to her birthplace, she said that she knew Alice Walker, who was a few years behind Georgia in school.  Georgia said that she and her friends had only two things on their mind: boys and orange lipstick.  She said that they would pool their funds and share an orange lipstick, laughing that they all looked like Bozo the clown.  The young Alice, however, was very studious and smart, writing poetry and pretty much shunning the more adolescent pursuits of her peers.

Alice Walker

As we pedaled toward Alice Walker’s birthplace, we passed this street named for her:


This must be my year for riding on roads where bridges are out.  Robert and I saw the detour sign for one of the roads on our route, but we figured we could get through easily enough on our bicycles.  We should have paid attention to the sign.

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I got some ambiguous information on-line as I was planning this Middle Georgia Author Ride.  I thought Alice Walker’s birthplace was part of a property that includes a restored farm, general store, and events venue, but they must be two different locations.  The address I found on the Internet did take us to her birthplace, but there’s nothing there except a sign.  What a shame that it's so faded that it’s barely readable:


By the way, it was a strange juxtaposition to see the fancy, gated community immediately adjacent to this.

Earlier this summer I read Alice Walker’s most famous work, The Color Purple.  I’ve been aware of it, however, since high school.  In 10th grade my English class was to read Lord of the Flies.  That was the only time my mother objected to any book I was assigned in school.  She thought Lord of the Flies was too violent.  Mrs. Phillips, my English teacher, obligingly agreed to let me read an alternate book.  My mother suggested The Color Purple.  Mrs. Phillips was rather flummoxed, wondering why my mother preferred that I be exposed to the violence in The Color Purple.  I actually wound up reading The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury.  I’m so glad that Mrs. Phillips introduced me to Ray Bradbury because he’s been one of my favorite authors ever since.  But I’m also glad that I finally read The Color Purple.  By the way, my current to-read list includes Lord of the Flies - a little delayed teenage rebellion (heh heh).

The thing that resonated the most with me in The Color Purple was Alice Walker’s description of how she experiences God.  God is real.  But God is not the old, white man in a robe that too often comes across in church.  I experience God more as Alice Walker and her character Celie do: in flowers, wind, water, or a big rock.  My favorite chapter is the one that gives the book its title.  In this scene, Celie is seeing God in a whole new way thanks to her friend Shug:

Naw, she say.  God made it.  Listen, God love everything you love – and a mess of stuff you don’t.  But more than anything else, God love admiration.

You saying God vain? I ast.

Naw, she say.  Not vain, just wanting to share a good thing.  I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.

What it do when it pissed off? I ast.

Oh, it make something else.  People think pleasing God is all God care about.  But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.

Yeah?  I say.

Yeah, she say.  It always making little surprises and springing them on us when us least expect.

You mean it want to be loved, just like the bible say.

Yes, Celie, she say.  Everything want to be loved.  Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved.  You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?


From there, Robert and I headed toward Milledgeville.  Before we left Putnam County, though, we saw yet another tribute to Uncle Remus:



Only a few roads provide access across Lake Sinclair to Milledgeville.  I opted for Hwy 441.  Even though it’s a major, busy thoroughfare, I thought that it would be OK because it has two lanes in both directions.  We made it, but it was less than optimal.  Robert made me promise never to ride my bicycle that way again.

It was definitely time for lunch.  We went to Metropolis Café, where we had some delicious Greek food: a gyro with a Greek salad for Robert and falafel with a Greek salad for me.  I knew of Metropolis Café because they catered one of the rest stops at the April Fool’s ride in Milledgeville several months ago.

Flannery O’Connor

We had to go back to Hwy 441 and travel a little farther on it to get to Andalusia.  Andalusia was Flannery O’Connor’s home during the last years of her life.


The house is a short distance from the highway, hidden by trees.  Both the inside and outside look just as they did during the 1940’s and 1950’s.  It’s easy to imagine the importance that sense of place played in Flannery O’Connor’s writings.


Flannery O’Connor kept a number of peafowl, which is the generic term including both male peacocks and female peahens.  Several peafowl are kept today at Andalusia:


I learned that not only was Flannery O’Connor a writer but also an artist.  In her tribute, students at nearby Georgia College, which is also Flannery O’Connor’s alma mater, have created a number of pieces of art, displayed in a back corner of the house.  I especially liked this wall art that is evocative of peacocks:


I’m pretty sure that in high school I read “A Good Man Is Hard to Find,” which is probably Flannery O’Connor’s most well-known short story.  I re-read this story shortly before my Middle Georgia Author Ride.  What a perfect example of Southern Gothic literature: characters that are slightly (or greatly) “off,” violence, and a definite sense of locale.  As I’ve been reading Flannery O’Connor’s short stories this summer, what has really grabbed me is the grace that shines through, even in disturbing or even macabre circumstances.

“She would of been a good woman,” The Misfit said, “if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life.”

It was time to head home.  We had a straight shot back from Milledgeville to Monticello on Hwy 212.   I was grateful to draft Robert.  Even though I’ve been doing centuries (or longer) every month for over a year and a half, I was more tired than usual on the way back.  Ironically, I think it made me more tired to stop so many times during yesterday’s ride.  It was well worth it, though.

The South has a difficult history, full of slavery, racism, and poverty.  Joel Chandler Harris, Alice Walker, and Flannery O’Connor have shown that that’s not the whole story, however.  Whether it’s telling of the underdog prevailing, asserting the possibility of a conscious connection to All That Is, or showing improbable redemption, these authors offer hope to all of us.

1 comment:

  1. What a great Read Thank you for sharing your experience here in middle Georgia . I wanted to share with you that there are new additions to the area honoring the Critters as well as the writers museum is open in a temporary home. Check out this upcoming Ride we have in the area maybe you would like to come back https://www.facebook.com/events/2304381789630753/

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