A formal photograph of Flannery O'Connor and her mother. The caretaker and guide who lives on the top floor of the house gives a fact-filled and interesting tour of the home where O'Connor spent much of her early childhood. I loved the artifacts and the anecdotes almost as much as I enjoyed her short stories. One of my favorite college memories involves participating in a dramatic group presentation of one of her weird short stories for a theatre class. What a loss for literature in general and Southern literature in particular when she died at age 39 of lupus, as did her own father.