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Stephen F. Austin State University SFA ScholarWorks Electronic Theses and Dissertations 4-2018 Gated Fences Shaina Hawkins Stephen F Austin State University, [email protected] Follow this and additional works at: https://scholarworks.sfasu.edu/etds Part of the Language and Literacy Education Commons Tell us how this article helped you. Repository Citation Hawkins, Shaina, "Gated Fences" (2018). Electronic Theses and Dissertations. 177. https://scholarworks.sfasu.edu/etds/177 This Thesis is brought to you for free and open access by SFA ScholarWorks. It has been accepted for inclusion in Electronic Theses and Dissertations by an authorized administrator of SFA ScholarWorks. For more information, please contact [email protected]. Gated Fences Creative Commons License This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 4.0 License. This thesis is available at SFA ScholarWorks: https://scholarworks.sfasu.edu/etds/177 Gated Fences By Shaina Gabrielle Hawkins, Bachelor of Fine Arts Presented to the Faculty of the Graduate School of Stephen F. Austin State University In Partial Fulfillment Of the Requirements For the Degree of Master of Arts in English STEPHEN F. AUSTIN STATE UNIVERSITY May, 2018 Gated Fences By Shaina Gabrielle Hawkins, Bachelor of English APPROVED: _____________________________________ John A. McDermott, Thesis Director _____________________________________ Christine B. McDermott, Committee Member _____________________________________ Steve Marsden, Committee Member _____________________________________ Anne C. Smith, Committee Member ______________________________________________________________ Pauline M. Sampson, Ph.D. Dean of Research and Graduate Studies “If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.” – Toni Morrison ABSTRACT Gated Fences is set in 1941 America and revolves around the lives of two families: The Hendersons and the Rivers. This novel addresses discrimination that existed among acquaintances, neighbors, friends, and even family members due to the lingering effects of slavery. It tackles issues such as forbidden love, life, and death obstacles, and the harsh realities faced by those who lived in a “separate but equal” society. Readers will learn about the value of family, the importance of friendship, reasoning behind why the characters place their faith in God, and the hope that conquers even in the darkest hour. iv TABLE OF CONTENTS Abstract iv Prologue 1 August 1941 5 September 1941 14 October 1941 135 November 1941 157 December 1941 192 Epilogue 279 Vita ccxcvi v PROLOGUE It was the day before her wedding. Everything had been going smoothly until this point. The food would be delivered tomorrow morning, the camera crew had called to confirm, and the flowers were in place inside the church. The cake, the cake stood tall at five tiers. Her dress had been steamed and was hanging up inside her closet. Everything was ready, except – “I don’t have my something old!” Hannah yelled as she rummaged through her jewelry box as her mother entered her room. “Hannah what’s with all the yelling?” “Mom, I don’t have my something old. I have my something new, my something borrowed, and my something blue. How did we forget my something old?” Hannah’s mother sighed as she looked around the room, “I suppose we just overlooked it. We were bound to forget something.” “Mom, this is serious! I can’t get married without my something old. It’s a tradition!” Hannah’s mother sighed again as she closed her eyes to think. A moment or two passed before she opened her eyes, “Why don’t you go ask Grandma Abigail? I’m sure that she has something old for you to wear.” 1 Hannah muttered underneath her breath, “If I must.” She slowly exited her bedroom and went down the staircase of her parents’ house. It wasn’t a large home, but it had always appeared big enough for Hannah. She stroked the staircase as she descended remembering the days she would slide down it as she got yelled at and chased by her father. Soon enough she had approached the guest room her grandmother was staying in for the week. She knocked on the door once, then twice, before it was opened slowly. Grandma Abigail looked at Hannah as a smile played on her lips. “Have you finally taken time out of your wedding planning to say hello to your grandmother?” Hannah awkwardly smiled in response as she made her way inside the room. “Actually I came to ask a favor.” “That does not surprise me,” Grandma Abigail said as she made her way over to the settee by the window that overlooked a green front lawn and an empty street. “What can I help you with?” “I was wondering if you had something old that I could borrow for my wedding tomorrow.” “Something old?” “Yes. You see I have my something new, my something –” Grandma Abigail held up her hand to silence Hannah. “I know the tradition.” She pulled out a small jewelry box on the dresser next to her and began to look through the items inside. Some of them had not been worn in years, but behind each piece of jewelry 2 was a message, a hidden meaning that only Grandma Abigail and the person whom she shared the jewelry with knew. She smiled down at the box as snapshots of memories flew by in front of her, before handing it to Hannah. “You may look through this and choose whatever you like.” Hannah took a seat on the opposite end of the settee as she began to look through the earrings, necklaces, and bracelets inside. After she had gone through every piece of jewelry she sighed. “Thanks, Grandma. But nothing in here speaks to me.” “I didn’t know that jewelry could speak.” “You know what I mean. There’s nothing in here that has special meaning to me. I want to wear something tomorrow that in fifty years from now when I’m looking through old pictures I can think. That necklace, or bracelet, or set of earrings . it held a lot of memories.” Grandma Abigail smiled, “You expect a lot out of a simple piece of jewelry.” “I want tomorrow to be special, that’s all. I want everything to be perfect.” “Tomorrow is a day, dear. Like any other. It is only the beginning of your life together with your husband. There will be many days after tomorrow that you should be looking forward to.” Hannah rolled her eyes. What would she know? Didn’t people back then just get married for convenience? 3 “I know more than you would believe,” Grandma Abigail stated, reading her thoughts. Hannah stood up from the settee as her shoulders fell, “Well, thanks for the help, Grandma. I’ll go talk to Mom. Maybe she has something I can wear.” Grandma Abigail nodded as she began to stroke the locket that hung around her neck. “I’ve never seen that before. Have you always worn it?” Hannah watched as her grandma nodded in response before returning to her seat on the settee. “It’s beautiful.” Hannah looked at the locket around her grandmother’s neck; it had an oval shaped frame and the front of the locket contained three garnet gems surrounding a small diamond in the middle. “Could I . could I wear that?” “I don’t think so dear. This necklace hasn’t left my neck since the day it was given to me.” Hannah nodded in reply, “Who gave it to you? Was it your mother?” “No. My mother only left behind a simple pair of earrings. My sister is in possession of those now.” Grandma Abigail smiled sadly then turned her gaze to the window and looked out into the distance. Her eyes glazed over and she smiled to herself for a moment before whispering, “This . .” she said fingering the locket carefully, “was from someone very special to me.” 4 August 1941 5 AUTHOR There were days like today when you would find the Henderson children outside enjoying the moments before daylight ended. Chores were finished. Dinner had been cooked and eaten. The animals had all been fed. The children looked forward to the words of their Papa, “Alright you’re free to do as you wish for the next few hours. But be back before dark.” They never went far, but maybe down the road or towards the pond across the field. But it didn’t matter. They loved the feeling of freedom, at least for the next few weeks until summer was over and school started back again. The sun was high. Clouds dotted the sky. The birds talked to one another in the distance as they flew into the pine trees. Abigail found her favorite spot on the wooden tree swing her Papa had built for her and her Mama a few years ago. It was the only place that Abigail would be now, since her Mama –no, she would only think happy thoughts today. She let out a deep breath and smiled as she saw Hazel and John Mark standing in the distance talking to Jacob. Jacob had been John Mark’s closest and most loyal friend for as long as she could remember. Hardly a day went by that she didn’t see him. Abigail shook her head as she watched her sister twirl her long black hair around her finger as she tried to get his attention. This was her way. She never gave up. Hazel had been flirting with Jacob for years, but he never seemed to pay her any mind. However, she had to admire her sister’s determination. 6 Beginning to lightly swing she closed her eyes and allowed the warmth of the sun to shine down on her dark skin.