I wonder if an uncle remus existed, and if any of his descendents got any royalties on the sale of these stories.
Mostly, though, as I read I heard my father’s voice interpreting the writing in his deep Spartanburg, SC drawl. He died ten years ago, but read aloud Uncle Remus stories to me at bedtime fifty years ago!
Does that mean this counts only as a reread?
I long to hear my father’s voice again reading in that sonorous and mesmerizing chant.