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Rawlings House is a Visit to a Past Era

By Patricia Lieb

Cross Creek, Florida--"Cross Creek is a bend in a country road, by land, and the flowing of Lachloosa Lake into Orange Lake, by water. We are four miles west of the small village of Island Grove, nine miles east of a turpentine still, and on the other sides we do not count distance at all, for the two lakes and the broad marshes create an infinite space between us and the horizon." -- Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

 

 

Rawlings House is a Visit to a Past Era

By Patricia Lieb

And so goes the story of Cross Creek by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. It is an awesome feeling that makes your flesh tremble. Actually, visiting the home of Marjorie Rawlings is enough to make a writer want to sit down at the table on the verandah at the old manual typewriter and start pounding out a story about a deer flashing by, its white tail leaving a plot strong enough for an entire novel.

It is easy to see why Rawlings loved the small, peaceful town of Cross Creek and the wildlife paradise in the rich Florida hammocks. This is the perfect setting for a story of a way of life now gone almost everywhere, even in the back areas in such out-of-the way places as this.

Left to the University of Florida after Rawlings died in 1953, the Rawlings homesite is surrounded by marsh land and hammock, all being returned to its natural habitation.

Visitors to Cross Creek find the Rawlings home, still in a remote setting, quite intriguing. To Rawlings, Cross Creek was perfect for her writings. She wrote 10 successful books during the years she lived here - an area most people from a sophisticated city lifestyle like she had left, would consider wilderness.

But for Rawlings, this place was bliss. She wrote: "Enchantment lies in different things for each of us. For me, it is in this: to step out of the bright sunlight into the shade of orange trees; to walk under the arched canopy of their jade-like leaves; to see the long aisles of lichened trunks stretch ahead in a geometric rhythm; to feel the mystery of a seclusion that yet has shafts of light striking through it. This is the essence of an ancient and secret magic."

It was writing about people in this backwoods country that made Rawlings' characters immortal. After writing a dozen rejected gothic novels, Max Perkins, Rawlings' editor, told her the letters she wrote about the people at Cross Creek were more interesting than her books.

Rawlings' newly found life here seeped into her blood. She developed characteristics of people she met into characters for stories that will remain in bookcases as long as society itself remains intact.

Rawlings' first novel set at Cross Creek, "Jacob's Ladder," was published by the University of Miami Press in 1931. The most popular of her ten Cross Creek books was "The Yearling," which received the Pulitzer Prize in fiction in 1939.

Her life at Cross Creek started when Marjorie and Charles, her newspaper-reporter husband, paid $14,000 for 72 acres of land and moved from Rochester, N.Y., to Cross Creek in 1928. The place was perfect for her, but for Charles, it was too far removed. The only thing he cared about at Cross Creek was that he did not have to shovel snow. That was not reason enough to keep him in this wilderness land. He soon left Marjorie and went back north, according to information from the Florida Department of Natural Resources (DNR).

For Rawlings, however, Cross Creek and the people living here became a part of her. She worked hard trying to keep the orange groves producing. She learned to hunt for alligators and cook fancy country meals to serve to guests.


On the front verandah, surrounded by books on one side and screened windows on the other, Rawlings spent many hours at the typewriter while watching redbirds play in the birdbath and eat sunflower seeds from the basket she filled and kept hanging from a front yard tree. Such a basket still hangs in the same fashion today and redbirds are still seen feasting there.

Walking across the original floors in the "cracker" farmhouse with its four fireplaces to take the chill off winter nights and open porches, screened windows and doors to take advantages of cool breezes, one can feel Rawlings' inspiration bustling.

The eight-room house, built of cypress and heart pine, is of an unusual styling today. But this design was popular in days before central air-conditioning. It is believed the house is made of three small houses put together.

The front verandah, an added edition to the house built in 1894, joins the living room, which rambles on to another small room often used by Rawlings as a spare bedroom. From here, visitors enter a bathroom -- the first indoor bathroom in this part of the country -- which leads into another small bedroom.

To enter Rawlings' bedroom, it is necessary to leave the main part of the house, go out on the back porch, and enter the room through an exterior entry. An entry from a front porch also leads into Rawlings' bedroom. This room, added after the initial house was built, has its own bathroom. When Rawlings would have house guests, she often gave up her bedroom to them.

The kitchen and dining room areas are connected to the rest of the house by a long screened-in breezeway. Cracker houses, such as this, were common because they adapted to local climate. In summer, open porches and windows allowed cross-ventilation and the separation of the kitchen area from the rest of the house was a way to keep the living and sleeping quarters from getting so hot on sizzling summer nights. On a screened porch off the kitchen sits an icebox which, when Rawlings lived here, was filled with ice twice weekly -- that is if the ice-truck showed up that often.

 

The wooden stove where Rawlings baked her famous "Utterly Deadly Southern Pecan Pie" from her own recipe, appears ready to fill with kindling and fire up.

 

Rawlings entertained often in her dining room. Her neighbors called her "Miss Uppity" because she served catfish and hush puppies on fancy China.

She was remembered, however, by her neighbors as being very generous. The only person around these parts with a car, she often gave rides to her neighbors.


The furnishings throughout the house were brought from Rochester by steamboat. Bathroom floors still have the original Sears-and-Roebuck linoleum.

As all furnishings in the Rawlings house, the liquor cabinet has a story of its own. After running out of the supply of booze brought with her from New York, Rawlings found she could purchase moonshine from some local folks. She made an effort to keep the cabinets well filled for whenever the occasion called for a nip.

Gee-chee, Rawlings maid, got to sipping at the stash. And when Rawlings noticed the contents going down, Gee-chee told her that unlike alcohol purchased in the north, moonshine evaporated.

After being alone for seven years, Rawlings married Norton Baskin in 1941. A business man, Baskin stayed at Cross Creek with Rawlings on the weekends and worked through the week in St. Augustine.

When Rawlings died of a brain hemorrhage in 1953 at age 57, she left her property to the University of Florida. The university turned eight acres, which includes the Rawlings home, over to the state to site as a historical marker. The Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings State Historic Site has been officially listed on the National Register of Historic Sites since 1970. Eight acres of the site are managed by the Florida Department of Natural Resources. The remaining 60 acres of the original homestead are managed by Alachua County Parks and the University of Florida Foundation. The university is allowing the property to return to its natural state.

Yes. It is awesome. Casting eyes upon this natural piece of Florida, watching various types of birds play freely in the trees, opening your ears to the chats of crickets from the unspoiled hammock -- unable to grasp all that is here. The ending to Rawlings' Cross Creek comes loud and clear across the marsh lands and through the blowing pines:

"It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed but not bought. It may be used but not owned. It gives itself in response to love and tending, offers its seasonal flowering and fruiting. But 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 cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time."

In 1990, volunteers raised a replica of the barn once owned by Rawlings. The new building made of the same sort of rough-cut pine as the original, which fell apart and burned in the early 1960s, is located where the initial barn stood 100 feet from the house.

Prior to the 1983 movie Cross Creek, visitors to Rawlings' home were inclined to be devoted readers of her books. After the movie starring Mary Steenburgen came out, visitors to the home almost tripled, according to DNR information.

As tours of the house are nearly always full, visitors are encouraged to see the barn and grounds, which remain a working farm with chickens, orange trees and a garden of the same type vegetables once grown by Rawlings.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings State Historic Site is located near Micanopy, between Ocala and Gainesville just off U.S. 301. The house is accessible to the handicapped by portable wheelchair ramp available upon request. For more information,contact Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings State Historic Site, Route 3, Box 92, Hawthorne, Florida, 32640.

about the writer. . .


Patricia Lieb, Editor
Writer, Photographer

Patricia, a staff writer for The Suncoast News,
covers everything that happens in the quaint town of Dunedin, located between
Tarpon Springs and Clearwater Beach on the Gulf of Mexico.

A talented photographer, Pat also illustrates her own feature stories and is often seen at Dunedin's downtown "streetscape" and beaches, camera in hand, snapping photographs to accompany her articles. As time permits, she buries herself in the horror of true crime and writes honest-to-goodness nonfiction stories that are published nationwide in popular detective magazines.

Before joining The Suncoast News, Pat worked for several other newspapers, including The Daily Sun Journal in Brooksville, Florida, where she covered crime, courts and city government. She was a feature writer for the Daily Journal in Kankakee, Illinois for three years prior to moving to Florida in 1987 and was one of the first journalists to join the staff at the Bourbonnais Herald in Bourbonnais, Illinois when it began publication in 1976.

In the early 1980s Pat was the coeditor/co-publisher of the literary
magazine Pteranodon and the Pteranodon chapbook series, which she produced with Carol Schott Martino. In 1975 she was an editor with the Kankakee Area Writers' Group, in Kankakee, Illinois, to compile American Thoughts, a book of more than 200 pages compiled by the group in celebration of this country's 1976 bicentennial year.

Pat has served as a speaker at numerous writer's conferences including the Annual Florida Suncoast Writers' Conference at USF in St. Petersburg; the National Federation of State Poetry Societies; Illinois State University; Nichollas State University; the Chicago Chapter of the American Pen Women; the College of St. Francis, Joliet, Illinois; Columbia College, Chicago; Central Illinois' Writer's Conference at Millikin University, and at various poetry society organizations.

Pat's fiction, articles, and poetry have appeared in numerous literary and national magazines, as well as publications for teenagers including Scholastic Scope and Star.
To contact Pat, send e-mail to editor@writeonmag.com.


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