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Emily's House
"It was a big, squarish frame house that had once been white, decorated with cupolas and spires and scrolled balconies in the heavily lightsome style of the seventies, set on what had once been our most select street (A Rose For Emily P. 1)." -
Smell
""Just as if a man--any man--could keep a kitchen properly, "the ladies said; so they were not surprised when the smell developed. It was another link between the gross, teeming world and the high and mighty Griersons" (A Rose For Emily P. 2). -
Trying to Fix the Smell
"four men crossed Miss Emily's lawn and slunk about the house like burglars, sniffing along the base of the brickwork and at the cellar openings while one of them performed a regular sowing motion with his hand out of a sack slung from his shoulder (A Rose For Emily p.3)." https://www.thespruce.com/g00/lime-the-lawn-2152980?i10c.referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com%2F -
Very Private
"From that time on her front door remained closed, save for a period of six or seven years (A Rose for Emily P. 5) https://www.stickergenius.com/shop/do-not-enter-circle/ -
Emily's New Look
""I want some poison," she said to the druggist. She was over thirty then, still a slight woman, though thinner than usual, with cold, haughty black eyes in a face the flesh of which was strained across the temples and about the eye sockets as you imagine a lighthouse-keeper's face ought to look (A Rose For Emily P. 4). " https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ -
Homer and Emily Disappear
"And that was the last we saw of Homer Barron. And of Miss Emily for some time. The Negro man went in and out with the market basket, but the front door remained closed. Now and then we would see her at a window for a moment, as the men did that night when they sprinkled the lime, but for almost six months she did not appear on the streets (A Rose For Emily P. 5)." -
Emily Changes Again
"When we next saw Miss Emily, she had grown fat and her hair was turning gray. During the next few years it grew grayer and grayer until it attained an even pepper-and-salt iron-gray, when it ceased turning A Rose For Emily P. 5)." -
Acting Strange
"When the town got free postal delivery, Miss Emily alone refused to let them fasten the metal numbers above her door and attach a mailbox to it ( A Rose For Emily P. 5). http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lisabeth-saunders-medlock-phd/you-can-say-no-8-ways-to-_b_6497954.html -
Isolated Herself
"Each December we sent her a tax notice, which would be returned by the post office a week later, unclaimed. Now and then we would see her in one of the downstairs windows--she had evidently shut up the top floor of the house (A Rose For Emily P. 5) https://www.dreamstime.com/stock-photo-old-woman-sitting-chair-cane-garden-image41659348 -
Gets Very Ill and Dies
"And so she died. Fell ill in the house filled with dust and shadows, with only a doddering Negro man to wait on her. We did not even know she was sick; we had long since given up trying to get any information from the Negro (A Rose For Emily p. 6) -
They break into Emily's House after she's Buried
"The violence of breaking down the door seemed to fill this room with pervading dust. A thin, acrid pall as of the tomb seemed to lie everywhere upon this room decked and furnished as for a bridal: upon the valance curtains of faded rose color, upon the rose-shaded lights, upon the dressing table, upon the delicate array of crystal and the man's toilet things backed with tarnished silver, silver so tarnished that the monogram was obscured. -
They Find the Body
"The man himself lay in the bed.
For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin. The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him. What was left of him, rotted beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay" (A Rose For Emily p. 7) -
Emily's Description
"a small, fat woman in black, with a thin gold chain descending to her waist and vanishing into her belt, leaning on an ebony cane with a tarnished gold head. Her skeleton was small and spare; perhaps that was why what would have been merely plumpness in another was obesity in her. She looked bloated, like a body long submerged in motionless water, and of that pallid hue.(A Rose For Emily P. 1).
