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store would be closed from 2:00 to 2:30 that afternoon while the funeral procession went by. She persuaded them to paste these notices on their windows, and they did indeed close for that half hour.

Then she told us, “We have time to spare. Let me show you the University of Mississippi grounds.” So we rode out to the University of Mississippi. There wasn't a soul in sight. Summer session hadn't started yet. It was, as I said, July 2. It was the most peaceful scene! trees rustling in the breeze on this beautiful Southern campus. Within two months, that was where the whole Meredith business happened. They were shooting up the. place right on this spot.

Then we decided to go straight over to the Faulkner house. I couldn't wait to get there. A man got up and came to greet us as we came in. He looked so much like William Faulkner that I almost fainted. It was John Faulkner, Bill's brother. He died within a year of Bill. But he looked just like William Faulkner.

And this mansion that I'd seen in the pictures! The Faulkner mansion always appeared to be a fine old aristocratic Southern plantation therein. But it looked like a sway-back horse when you got to it. The middle of the house was caving in. Faulkner had spent quite a lot of money trying to restore it, but not with any success.

And sitting on the porch were about twenty people, all his kin. He hated them all.