Dimestore by Lee Smith

Although the award-winning writer Lee Smith grew up in the mountains of Virginia, shedimestore has lived in North Carolina, most recently in Hillsborough, for many years.  These essays about her life and writing are good reading, especially for fans of her fiction.  If you grew up in the 1940s and ‘50s, you’ll especially enjoy sharing her memories of these years.  If you’re familiar with Chapel Hill, you’ll want to see it through Lee Smith’s eyes.

Smith grew up in a rather dysfunctional but loving family and often spent time in the small-town dime store that her father owned.  There she observed the lives of many people and listened to their conversations, gaining insights that would later provide material for fiction.  She began writing as a child, getting into trouble with a neighborhood newspaper with editorials such as “George McGuire Is Too Grumpy” and “Mrs. Ruth Boyd Is a Mean Music Teacher.”  In her college writing classes, she wrote about alternative universes, stewardesses in Hawaii, and other topics far from her own life, ignoring her teachers’ advice to “write what you know” until the fateful day when she attended a reading by Eudora Welty and realized that good stories could come from a relatively uneventful life.  Smith’s first novel was somewhat autobiographical, and her mother, thinking that local folks might believe that every detail about the fictional characters was true of their family, made sure that no one in the small town where the family lived would find that book in a local store or library!  Smith has broadened her choice of topics, having long ago “used up” her childhood and adolescent experiences, but her own experiences still inspire her fiction.

Smith writes about the deaths of loved ones and the mental illnesses of family members, but her memories also include humorous events and times of great joy.

I could select a delightful quotation from almost any page, but I’ll choose just one, which describes her parents’ support for anything she wanted to do with her life: “I believe if I had told my mother that I wanted to be, say, an ax murderer, she would have said, without blinking an eye, ‘Well, that’s nice, dear, what do you think you might want to major in?’  My daddy would have gone out to buy me the ax.  Though my parents might feel – as Mama certainly said later – that they wished I would just stop all that writing stuff and marry a lawyer or a doctor, which is what a daughter really ought to do, of course, the fact is that they were so loving that they gave me the confidence, and the permission, early on, to do just about anything I wanted to do.”

(Helen Snow, retired from Information Services)

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