Evelyn Grinstead

 

I ran my fingers along the spins of the books and then I saw a photo resting on one of the stacks. I picked it up to get a better look. There was a young girl in the photo, about the same age as me, I guess. She had a long white dress on and long wavy hair. But more importantly, Raven Hill was in the background. I stared at it.

“Have you found any good books yet?” Mrs. Grinstead asked.

I turned around; the photo was still in my hand. “Ummm…not yet.”

“I see you found my photo,” she glanced at the picture in my hand. “That was a long time ago.”

“Is this you?”

“Yes, I was twelve when that photo was taken,” she walked in the room carrying a tray of steaming hot tea and a plate of cookies. “It was 1912. That was the last time I was at Raven Hill,” she looked at me, and then put the tray down on the table. “Have a seat,” she motioned toward the chair and then she sat down in the other one.

I handed her the photo. She stared at it for a few seconds. No doubt, remembering the day the photo was taken. “It looks like you were having fun,” I smiled when she looked at me.

“Oh, yes. It was a wonderful day,” she glanced at the photo again. “It was the last 4th of July Celebration at Raven Hill,” she looked sad.  “Every year they had one. Practically the whole town was there,” she took a sip of her tea.

“Why was that the last one?” I blew on my tea and then took a sip. It was really hot.

“Because a few months later, something dreadful happened there,” she looked into my eyes. “I’m sure you’ve heard the stories already. The legend of the woman in black,” she took another sip and then put her tea cup down.

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8 thoughts on “Evelyn Grinstead

    1. melindamariealexander Post author

      Thank you Helen! I started this book 12 years ago, after a back injury. I wasn’t able to make pottery for a while, and it was difficult for me to not be creative. So, that’s when the book began. I honestly never imagined I would be writing…ever! I would work on it, then put it away. Then take it out for a while, then put it away again. This went on for years! I just wanted to get back to making pottery. When I opened my Etsy Shop about five years ago, I didn’t even touch my book. Four years went by, and then my characters started whispering in my ears. And then I started seeing photos on Pinterest that reminded me of my story, so I started a storyboard and my story came to life again. Now I want to finish it, publish it and write more stories. There are 5 or 6 other stories floating around in my head right now. I have a feeling that my life is going in a different direction. I’ve realized that something good came out of that painful time in my life, if that hadn’t happened, this story wouldn’t exist and I wouldn’t be writing. I’ll always make pottery, but maybe just as a hobby? Here’s a little more about it – https://www.etsy.com/shop/Ravenhillpottery/about

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  1. Debs

    Yes, I’m also being drawn inexorably in.
    Pottery and writing eh? You are certainly a very talented young lady. Long may both talents flourish. D

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