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June 28, 2005


Shelby Foote has died. To anyone familiar with his trilogy "The Civil War", he was a god. To anyone who watched Ken Burns' epic PBS series, he was a national treasure and as comfortable as a pair of old socks when he told his stories. Like this one, for instance...

During World War II, he was an Army captain of artillery until he lost his commission for using a military vehicle without authorization to visit a female friend and was discharged from the Army. He joined the Marines and was still stateside when the war ended.

“The Marines had a great time with me,” he said. “They said if you used to be a captain, you might make a pretty good Marine.”

UPDATE: NPR has audio of past conversations with Mr. Foote.

Posted by tree hugging sister at June 28, 2005 02:36 PM


Aw, that is a shame. I loved his books.

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at June 28, 2005 02:45 PM

And that voice! I could listen to him all day long.

Posted by: tree hugging sister at June 28, 2005 02:47 PM

Damn. I've read pretty much everything he's ever written.

Random note: When I was preggers with Alex, I wanted SO badly to name him Shelby, but my husband said nay. It's a major girl's name down here, and my protestations of "Reba McIntire's son is named Shelby!" and "Shelby Foote is a man!" fell on deaf ears. I still like the name for a boy.

Posted by: Lisa at June 28, 2005 03:41 PM

Me, too.

Posted by: tree hugging sister at June 28, 2005 04:10 PM

treehuggingsister - I was just thinking that very same thing - the essence of Southerntility.

Posted by: sharon ferguson at June 29, 2005 11:40 AM

Mellifluous, good natured, intelligent, self deprecating and...

...incredibly sexy.
Oh yeah.

Posted by: tree hugging sister at June 29, 2005 12:13 PM