Turn Left for Literary HistoryPosted by on November 4, 2013
We stumbled across a literary bump in the road, a serendipitous slice of history just four miles off a scant-traveled highway in north-central Florida: Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Historic State Park, at Cross Creek. Here you find Rawlings’ intact home and barn; outhouse; vintage dresses and aprons hanging on a clothesline; water pump, even her yellow 1940 Olds sitting in the carport. An enclosed porch holds the typewriter on a table where she wrote The Yearling, winner of the 1939 Pulitzer Prize for fiction, as well as Cross Creek, her nonfiction paean to life in that remote country of crickets and orange groves and moss.
In Cross Creek, Rawlings writes: “It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed but not bought. It may be used but not owned. … [We] are tenants and not possessors, lovers and not masters. Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and the seasons, to the secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time.”
Go, if you can. Turn left at the small wood sign.