What do you say, Caroline? Micah asked, wiping his brow with a bandana. It had been sitting in an attic I didn’t know existed, waiting to be found for who knows how long. My family had owned the cabin for my entire life, and I had never seen this box before. More crumbled onto the tarp I had laid out. ![]() Decades of dirt and dust left a trail through the loft, down the stairs, and up the hill. ![]() Micah and his crew had discovered it in the attic and had carted it through the old cabin to the card table we had set up out back. There were three clasps on the front, now corroded with grit and rust. Old and metal, at one point it had probably been gray. All he can do is wait for the day when she will return, and he knows she will. Were he able to wield a hammer and saw, he would sister the decayed girder and shim up the cantered stair and seal the leak in the loft. He’d watched the floorboards go soft and the windows crack and the shiny tin roof rust clean through. Folks came and went, some that weren’t supposed to be there, some that were. But it’s everything to a structure made by hand. That smarts for the dead and the living alike. It’s altogether another to not be believed in. It’s one thing for folks to be afraid of you. She reminded him of the first girl, and something long since froze up inside of him thawed. She scampered among the boulders and trees like a wild-born creature. Years after it was built, a young girl came round with her family. He’d been there the entire time, was there still years later, watching the cabin give way to the mountain. Young boys mixed the mortar to chink the gaps, and the nimblest went atop to tamp down the tin roof. Groups of four men heaved each log into place. Oxen from three farms towed in hewn chestnut. Without whom there would be no Hemlock Hollow. Printed in the United States of America Dedication No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of Regal House Publishing. Any name, place, event, person, brand, or item, current or past, is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. were either the product of the author or were used fictitiously. All names, individuals, characters, places, items, brands, events, etc. The following is a work of fiction created by the author. If noted, please contact the publisher and all efforts will be made to incorporate permissions in future editions. The publisher apologizes if any errors were made during this process, or if any omissions occurred. Shelby Stephenson, poet laureate of North Carolina from 2015-2018, member of the Society of Distinguished Alumni, Department of English, University of Wisconsin-Madison, author of More and Shelby’s Lady: The Hog PoemsĪll efforts were made to determine the copyright holders and obtain their permissions in any circumstance where copyrighted material was used. A former college teacher, Caroline McAlister praises personal history, finally wearing it like a charm, researching and recalling characters she cannot let go." Her haunts prompt us to remember our own heritages. "In Culley Holderfield’s Hemlock Hollow, Caroline McAlister ponders The Journal of Carson Quinn, translating what she reads, ever wanting to understand. Vicki Lane, author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes Holderfield’s love of place shines in his sensitive descriptions while his story-telling enthralls the reader. Past and present, love and loss intertwine in a magical mountain hollow. All rights reserved.Īcknowledgments Praise for Hemlock Hollow Hemlock Hollow is about how we forever haunt the places we love and how they haunt us in return.Ĭopyright © 2022 Culley Holderfield. Caroline plunges into the project of exonerating Carson, only to find herself in the throes of a personal past she's spent her life trying to avoid. A little sleuthing uncovers rumors that the kind, curious boy in the journal grew up to murder his brother. The journal reveals Carson's love for the same hollow that enthralled Caroline growing up. When she discovers a century-old journal in the attic, she awakens the voice of Carson Quinn. When her father bequeaths the family cabin to her, it comes with a ghost who haunted her childhood. Her once promising career has come to a standstill. ![]() Vicki Lane, author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes.Ĭaroline McAlister, college professor and life-long skeptic, is reeling from the loss of her father and her marriage. Holderfield's love of place shines in his sensitive descriptions while his storytelling enthralls the reader. ![]()
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