The Day of The Interview With Lilly

After setting up the interview over the phone and making arrangements, the day of the interview quickly arrived. On February 11, after picking ip Hanna, we drove through Flippin where Lilly B. Hurst, my interviewee, and her husband lived. Turning down a few streets, we arrived at the small, economy- sized home. We parked the car on the side of the road and unloaded our equipment which consisted of two tape recorders, folders of questions, a tripod, and a digital camera. Then, we continued walking up to the house. The house was a green color with a carport and flanked with growing shrubs.

We were greeted at the door by Lilly and welcomed inside her home. Aunt Bell was a religious woman standing approzimately 5 ft. 3 in. with glasses and white hair. She wore casual clothing and jewelry was not a major accessory -- only her wedding band was worn.

After entering the home we saw Aunt Bell's husband sitting in his chair watching television. The living room was the first room into which we entered. The carpet was soft and a little worn. The furniture was newer and was made out of a velvet material. The furniture was mostly dark blues and burgundies with a continuous flower pattern. In the corner of the room, shelves rose from the floor containing old black and white photos of family members and friends. In the other corner of the room, an old wooden clock (which chimed every half hour) was placed on the television. The walls held many family photos. Most photos were recently taken by a professional.

The interview took place in the living room while we sat in two chairs almost facing each other. The tape recorder was set on the table between the two chairs. The interview was brief; however, it was an informative and relaxed one. Later, the camera was taken out to snap pictures of any treasured possessions. We continued through the living room into the kitchen and dining area. Two home interior candles burned, filling the kitchen with two pleasant smells -- smells of mulberry and strawberries and cream. An antique dish was sitting on the bar next to the burning candles. A picture of The Last Supper hung on the wall above the old, heavy oak table. A large sliding glass door was present with hanging curtains that seemed to have aged.

We were invited to stay longer, but our night had come to an end. We collected the photographs which were loaned to us, loaded up our belongings, and said our goodbyes and expressed our thanks. Of course, we gave them a promise to come back and visit.

Interview and writings by Amanda Flemming
Put on web by Wade McBee