When the Tempest Passes…and the Wicked is No More -is set in the l890’s; it’s author Linda Kephart-Nash tells her grandmothers story from the early the deaths of her siblings to the disappearance of the fiancé she loved so much and the humiliation of being left at the altar,
“The wedding was set and the day of the wedding arrived and he just didn’t show up. He vanished.
Nobody had any explanation of what happened. where he went: just gone Thinking about a lot of things I put together… what I think happened, As I say I may have misjudged my grandfather horribly… I actually lived in the house with them different times and was accustomed to seeing him.. I don’t know why we kids had kind of a fear of him and we avoided him. But I remember his presence, always silent, and he died when I was ten.”
“The wedding was set and the day of the wedding arrived and he just didn’t show up. He vanished.
Nobody had any explanation of what happened. where he went: just gone Thinking about a lot of things I put together… what I think happened, As I say I may have misjudged my grandfather horribly… I actually lived in the house with them different times and was accustomed to seeing him.. I don’t know why we kids had kind of a fear of him and we avoided him. But I remember his presence, always silent, and he died when I was ten.”
What shows on the face doesn’t show what’s really in the heart.
My uncle Clarence sang and talked to me and something he said keeps coming back. There’s a little bit of bad in the best of us, and a little bit of good in the worst of us, so it does not behoove the best of us to point the finger at the rest of us.
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