1866: Rosa Coldfield begins wearing black
and opposite Quentin, Miss Coldfield in the eternal black which she had worn for forty-three years now, whether for sister, father or nothusband none knew; (p3)
1833: Thomas Sutpen appears in Jefferson with a 'band' of slaves and a French architect
Out of a quiet thunderclap he would abrupt (man-horse-demon) upon a scene peaceful and decorous as a schoolprize watercolor, faint sulphur-reek still in hair clothes and beard, with grouped behind him his band of wild niggers like beasts half tamed to walk upright like men, in attitudes wild and reposed, and manacled among them the French architect with his air grim, haggard, and tatterran. Immobile, bearded and hand palm-lifted the horseman sat; behind him the wild blacks and the captive architect huddled quietly, carrying in bloodless paradox the shovels and picks and axes of peaceful conquest. (p4)
1865: The South surrenders, ending the Civil War
the deep South dead since 1865 and peopled with garrulous outraged baffled ghosts (p4)
1909: Rosa asks Quentin to 'call and see her'
He had yet in his pocket the note which he had received by the hand of a small negro boy just before noon, asking him to call and see her - the quaint, stiffly formal request which was actually a summons, out of another world almost - the queer archaic sheet of ancient good notepaper written over with the neat faded cramped script which, due to his astonishment at the request from a woman three times his age and whom he had known all his life without having exchanged a hundred words with her or perhaps to the fact that he was only twenty years old, he did not recognise as revealing a character cold, implacable, and even ruthless. (pp5-6)
1862-1864: Goodhue Coldfield hides in his attic to protest the Civil War; Rosa writes odes to Confederate soldiers
the father who, a conscientious objector on religious grounds, had starved to death in the attic of his own house, hidden . . . and fed secretly at night by this same daughter who at the very time was accumulating her first folio in which the lost cause's unregenerate vanquished were name by name embalmed; (p6)
1865: Rosa's nephew kills his sister's fiance 'on the eve of the wedding' and then vanishes
and the nephew who served for four years in the same company with his sister's fiance and then shot the fiance to death before the gates of the house where the sister waited in her wedding gown on the eve of the wedding and then fled, vanished, none knew where. (pp6-7)
1890: Quentin Compson born
this first part of it, Quentin already knew. It was a part of his twenty years' heritage of breathing the same air and hearing his father talk about the man (p7). Quentin had grown up with that; . . . his very body was an empty hall echoing with sororous defeated names; he was not a being, an entity, he was a commonwealth. He was a barracks filled with stubborn back-looking ghosts still recovering, even forty-three years afterward, from the fever which had cured the disease, waking from the fever without even knowing that it had been the fever itself which they had fought against and not the sickness, looking with stubborn recalictrance backward beyond the fever and into the disease with actual regret, weak from the fever yet free of the disease and not even aware that the freedom was that of impotence. (p7)
1833-1841: Sutpen acquires his land, builds a mansion, marries Ellen Coldfield, has a son and a daughter
that Sunday morning in June in 1833 when he first rode into town out of no discernible past and acquired his land no one knew how and built his house, his mansion, apparently out of nothing and married Ellen Coldfied and begot his two children - the son who widowed the daughter who had not yet been a bride - and so accomplished his allotted course to its violent (Miss Coldfield at least would have said, just) end. (p7)
1909: Quentin and his father talk about Rosa
("But why tell me about it?" he said to his father that evening, when he returned home, after she had dismissed him at last with his promise to return for her in the buggy; (p7)
1860: Judith Sutpen's marriage is forbidden; Ellen dies; Henry repudiates his 'home and birthright'
"the daughter who was already the same as a widow without ever having been a bride and was, three years later, to be a widow sure enough without having been anything at all, and the son who had repudiated the very roof under which he had been born and to which he would return but once more before disappearing for good, and that as a murderer and almost a fratricide" (p10). "I saw Judith's marriage forbidden without rhyme or reason or shadow of excuse; . . . I saw Henry repudiate his home and birthright and then return and practically fling the bloody corpse of his sister's sweetheart at the hem of her wedding gown;" (p12)
1866: Sutpen returns from the War; Rosa agrees to marry him
"I saw that man return - the evil's source and head which had outlasted all its victims - who had created two children not only to destroy one another and his own line, but my line as well, yet I agreed to marry him." (p12)
1861-1865: Sutpen earns a 'citation for valor' from Gen. Robert E. Lee
"one of these men who, despite what he might have been at one time and despite what she might have believed or even known about him, had fought for four honorable years for the soil and traditions of the land where she had been born (and the man who had done that, villain dyed though he be, would have possessed in her eyes, even if only from association with them, the stature and shape of a hero too) and now he also emerging from the same holocaust in which she had suffered, with nothing to face what the future held for the South but his bare hands and the sword which he at least had never surrendered and the citation for valor from his defeated Commander-in-Chief. (p13)
1845: Rosa Coldfield born, six years after Henry & four years after Judith
So that even I, a child still too young to know more than that, though Ellen was my own sister and Henry and Judith my own nephew and niece, I was not even to go out there save when papa or my aunt was with me and that I was not to play with Henry and Judith at all except in the house (and not because I was four years younger than Judith and six years younger than Henry (p14)
1848: Sutpen races carriages to church
"Oh, there were plenty of them to abet him, assist him, make a race of it; ten o'clock on Sunday morning, the carriage racing on two wheels up to the very door to the church with that wild negro in his christian clothes looking exactly like a performing tiger in a linen duster and a top hat, and Ellen with no drop of blood in her face, holding those two children who were not crying and who did not need to be held, who sat on either side of her perfectly still too (p16)
1850: Sutpen wrestles with his slaves
and down there in the stable a hollow square of faces in the lantern light, the white faces on three sides, the black ones on the fourth, and in the center two of his wild negroes fighting, naked, fighting not like white men fight, with rules and weapons, but like negroes fight to hurt one another quick and bad. . . . and Ellen seeing not the two black beasts she had expected to see but instead a white one and a black one, both naked to the waist and gouging at one another's eyes as if their skins should not only have been the same color but should have been covered with fur too. (pp20-21)
1833-1841: Sutpen fathers a 'negro girl'
I was not there to see the two Sutpen faces this time - once on Judith and once on the negro girl beside her - looking down through the square entrance to the loft. (p22)