"I see them pass still, the little old tiny-headed women of Clinton, Miss., in the 1950s, in their giant cars on the brick streets. Or on their porches or at their azalea beds scolding dogs, then me; nestled in the pews and bobbing heads in the aisles of the church. Bringing in their covered dishes to church suppers. They established the tone of my world." Barry Hannah, 2002