The name Mississippi Delta is confusing because it can easily be mistaken for the delta where the Mississippi River empties into the Gulf of Mexico, which is in Louisiana. The area we're talking about here is in north and mid-western Mississippi (the state) between the Mississippi and Yazoo Rivers. There seems to be some difference of opinion as to whether my county, Tate, is in the Delta, but if it's not, it's on the eastern border of the area.
I plan to write a great deal more about Delta Wedding when I finish the book but I thought that since I'll have so little time tonight (I left the house at 6:00 a.m. and just got home at 8:00 p.m.) and tomorrow night (won't get home until probably 11:00), I'd post a couple of passages from the book tonight and tomorrow--one lovely, and one rather horrifying--both beautifully written.
In a low voice Ellen told her dream to put the child to sleep. With one hand she held down her little girl's leg, which wanted to kick like a dancer's. Gradually it gave up.
"Mama dreamed about a thing she lost long time ago before you were born. It was a little red breastpin, and she wanted to find it. Mama put on her beautiful gown and she went to see. She went to the woods by James's Bayou, and on and on. She came to a great big tree."
"Great big tree," breathed the child.
"Hundreds of years old, never chopped down, that great big tree. And under the tree was sure enough that little breastpin. It was shining in the leaves like fire. She went and knelt down and took her pin back, pinned it to her breast and wore it. Yes, she took her pin back,--she pinned it to her breast--to her breast and wore it--away--away.And then before Ellen leaves the sleeping child, "She put[s] a little sugared almond on Bluet's pillow, for her fairies' gift, and [leaves] the room on tiptoe."