We've been travelling since Wednesday and have settled here for a few days. Next week we'll head to south FL and hopefully visit the National Parks there.
Today though, please welcome Kathleen Neely back to our blog to share a peek into her novel, The Street Singer.
Trisha
Mills, a student in her final semester of law school, has fond memories of
listening to the music of Adaline, a once famous recording artist. She learns
that Adaline, now Adda
Marsh, is a street singer in Asheville, NC. Adda’s sole means of support in her senior years comes from the donation box. Along with her meager possessions, Adda has a box labeled, “Things to Remember.” Adda agrees to show Trisha the contents. With it comes her story. Adda Mississippi, to fame in Nashville, and to poverty in her old age.
Marsh, is a street singer in Asheville, NC. Adda’s sole means of support in her senior years comes from the donation box. Along with her meager possessions, Adda has a box labeled, “Things to Remember.” Adda agrees to show Trisha the contents. With it comes her story. Adda Mississippi, to fame in Nashville, and to poverty in her old age.
Trisha
is busy cleaning out the home of her deceased grandfather, preparing to
sit for the bar exam, and planning her wedding to Grant Ramsey. However,
she cannot overlook the
injustices that Adda has experienced. Aided by Rusty Bergstrom, an attorney who will work pro bono, Trisha convinces Adda to seek restitution. Will her growing friendship with Rusty Bergstrom affect her engagement to Grant?
injustices that Adda has experienced. Aided by Rusty Bergstrom, an attorney who will work pro bono, Trisha convinces Adda to seek restitution. Will her growing friendship with Rusty Bergstrom affect her engagement to Grant?
EXCERPT
Adda sat on the
mattress to catch her breath before lifting the lid off of the remembering box.
It was the fullest. There was a lot more to remember than there was to eat.
Some of the remembering was good. But mostly it was hard.
Adda picked up a
photograph of her family. She never questioned where they got it, or how they
had afforded such a fine picture. It was black and white with a white border
around the whole thing. Little curvy cuts made up the white paper frame. There
was her mama and daddy, standing straight in the middle, all nine of their
children surrounding them, everyone smiling for the picture.
She started with
the one on her left because that was the way she was told to read—left to
right. Leila, Jamal, and Rosa were first, next to Mama. Then Daddy was standing
with Berta, Kande, Kioni, and Luther, beside him. Adda and Minny were in front
of Mama and Daddy. They were the littlest. Adda figured she must have been
around four years old, and Minny just a tad younger.
Adda looked
beyond the people and saw her growing-up home. There was that old house with
the two windows that always stayed open, trying to get some air inside those
three rooms. The front porch had big rocks pushed under the corner poles to
keep it level. Adda remembered the time Luther slithered under that porch,
hiding when he was a’feared that Daddy was gonna whoop him. Didn’t take Daddy
no time to find him cause that dry old dust started Luther coughing. Daddy
whooped him, once for disobeying and twice for hiding.
The big pole
furthest from the door had the clothesline attached. Then it stretched out to a
big old Elm tree. There were no clothes hanging on it, which was a strange
sight. Adda never remembered the clothesline being empty.
She placed the
picture face down and pulled out a frayed piece of fabric, no bigger than a
hand towel. The floral pattern was faded beyond recognition, but Adda saw it
clearly. She had those tiny pink roses burned in her mind, their green swirly
stems all sewed with hand stitches. Mama had sewn the blanket when Berta was a
little child, but when she tried to hand it on down, Berta threw a fit. Adda
kept sneaking to use it, and Berta would snatch it back. That was about the
finest thing inside that little old rough wood building. Adda held the scrap to
her face and brushed its softness against her cheek. Mama. Why didn’t you help me?
Kathleen Neely resides in Greenville, SC with her husband, two cats, and one dog. She is a retired elementary principal, and enjoys time with family, visiting her two grandsons, traveling, and reading.
She is the author of The Street Singer. Two other novels, Beauty for Ashes and The Least of These, will be released in 2019. Kathleen won second place in a short story contest through ACFW-VA for her short story “The Missing Piece” and an honorable mention for her story “The Dance”. Both were published in a Christmas anthology. Her first novel, The Least of These, was awarded first place in the 2015 Fresh Voices contest through Almost an Author. She has numerous devotions published through Christian Devotions. Kathleen's newest release, The Street Singer is available now from Pelican Book Group, Amazon & Barnes and Noble.
Kathleen continues to speak to students about writing and publication processes. She is a member of Association of Christian Fiction Writers.
Website – www.KathleenNeely.com
Facebook – www.facebook.com/kathy.neely.98
Twitter - https://twitter.com/NeelyKneely3628
Check out Kathleen's previous Tuesday Treasures and Thursday Thoughts and check back regularly for more.
Until next time take care and God Bless.
PamT
3 comments:
Kathleen,
This looks to be a very interesting and original novel. Congrats and best wishes!
Thanks for sharing the interesting excerpt.
This book sounds very interesting. I enjoyed the excerpt as well. Thank you for taking the time to share!
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