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"A Rose for Emily" Timeline - Coggle Diagram

- - - - China Lessons
        
        Townspeople try to collect taxes
        
        Emily dies
        
        Townspeople Discorver Homers body
        
        1935
        
        Upon a chair hung the suit, carefully folded; beneath it the two mute shoes and the discarded socks. The man himself lay in the bed.
        
        1935
        
        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. He talked to no one, probably not even to her, for his voice had grown harsh and rusty, as if from disuse.
        
        1928
        
        “But there is nothing on the books to show that, you see we must go by the — ”
        
        “I received a paper, yes,” Miss Emily said. “Perhaps he considers himself the sheriff... I have no taxes in Jefferson.”
        
        She did not ask them to sit. She just stood in the door and listened quietly until the spokesman came to a stumbling halt. Then they could hear the invisible watch ticking at the end of the gold chain.
        
        “But we have. We are the city authorities, Miss Emily. Didn’t you get a notice from the sheriff, signed by him?”
        
        Her voice was dry and cold. “I have no taxes in Jefferson. Colonel Sartoris explained it to me. Perhaps one of you can gain access to the city records and satisfy yourselves.”
        
        “See Colonel Sartoris. I have no taxes in Jefferson.”
        
        “But, Miss Emily — ”
        
        “See Colonel Sartoris.” (Colonel Sartoris had been dead almost ten years.) “I have no taxes in Jefferson. Tobe!” The Negro appeared. “Show these gentlemen out.”
        
        1901-1908
        
        From that time on her front door remained closed, save for a period of six or seven years, when she was about forty, during which she gave lessons in china-painting. She fitted up a studio in one of the downstairs rooms, where the daughters and granddaughters of Colonel Sartoris’ contemporaries were sent to her with the same regularity and in the same spirit that they were sent to church on Sundays with a twenty-five-cent piece for the collection plate
      - 1894 later in the year
      - They asked about the smell
        
        So she vanquished them, horse and foot, just as she had vanquished their fathers thirty years before about the smell. That was two years after her father’s death and a short time after her sweetheart — the one we believed would marry her — had deserted her. After her father’s death she went out very little; after her sweetheart went away, people hardly saw her at all. A few of the ladies had the temerity to call, but were not received, and the only sign of life about the place was the Negro man — a young man then — going in and out with a market basket.
        
        1898
        
        Homers death
        
        Emily buys Poison
        
        Meets homer
        
        1895
        
        The construction company came with niggers and mules and machinery, and a foreman named Homer Barron, a Yankee — a big, dark, ready man, with a big voice and eyes lighter than his face.
        
        1896
        
        “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 eyesockets as you imagine a lighthouse-keeper’s face ought to look. “I want some poison,” she said.
        
        1898
        
        Sartoris died
        
        1918
        
        “See Colonel Sartoris.” (Colonel Sartoris had been dead almost ten years.) “I have no taxes in Jefferson. Tobe!” The Negro appeared. “Show these gentlemen out.”
        
        So we were not surprised when Homer Barron — the streets had been finished some time since — was gone.
      - "in 1894 when Colonel Sartoris, the mayor — he who fathered the edict that no Negro woman should appear on the streets without an apron — remitted her taxes"