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IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A MEMORY TO OUTLIVE ITS OWNER?
Ophelia Browne knows the answer is yes. She knows because she’s been granted the unique gift of finding and caring for forgotten memories. But now she’s nearing ninety, and Browne women seldom live beyond such an age.
Before time runs out Ophelia must find her successor…someone who can carry forth the gift and keep the memories from fading. When broken-hearted Annie Cross shows up on the doorstep of The Memory House Bed and Breakfast, Ophelia knows she is the one.
As the two women sip dandelion tea and share stories, Annie begins to uncover new memories. Ugly ones. Ones buried deep enough to hide the scars. Excitement turns to fear when a thread of violence begins to unravel and Ophelia knows they have gone too far.
Literary Awards for Memory House –
FAPA President’s Book Award
Praise for Memory House –
“A magical book of memories, treasures and stories from a Masterful Southern Storyteller…” Judith D. Collins, top 1000 Reviewer
“Magical realism that will enchant…” Heidi, Rainy Day Ramblings
“Wonderful, heartwarming story of love and life…” Sherry Fundin, Reviewer
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As Annie is thinking, Ophelia moves to another story. This one is about the staircase leading to the loft.
“It took Edward three months to finish it,” she says. “Before we had the staircase I had to pull down those rickety attic steps to get up there.” She hesitates a moment then with a sad smile adds, “When I told Edward I didn’t feel safe going up and down those wobbly steps, he started building that staircase the very same week.”
“He certainly took good care of you, didn’t he?”
“Yes, he did.” Ophelia gives a deep sigh; it is heavy with the weight of her memories. “After he was gone, I used to wish I’d died right alongside of him. Take me too, Lord, that’s what I used to pray. Without my Edward life just didn’t seem to be worth living.”
Annie is like a sponge, soaking up every word. She leans in, transfixed on the calm grey of Ophelia’s eyes. In them there is no look of pain; there is only a peaceful acceptance. A contentment Annie has seldom seen in her own eyes.