Blades of Grass in the Desert
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Several years have passed since the old plantation-style mansion at 1324 Blessing Path was lovingly restored, but the mysterious old place is apparently still calling the shots. Years ago, when it was discovered that the house had supernatural tendencies, two retired ladies set out on a quest to determine its history. Tracing its lineage from central Texas to Charleston, South Carolina, they uncovered a love story worthy of comparison to Gone with the Wind and eventually realized that there were "plans" for the structure that had been set in place as far back as 1950. This time, however, event...
Several years have passed since the old plantation-style mansion at 1324 Blessing Path was lovingly restored, but the mysterious old place is apparently still calling the shots. Years ago, when it was discovered that the house had supernatural tendencies, two retired ladies set out on a quest to determine its history. Tracing its lineage from central Texas to Charleston, South Carolina, they uncovered a love story worthy of comparison to Gone with the Wind and eventually realized that there were "plans" for the structure that had been set in place as far back as 1950. This time, however, events lead one of the ladies not to the east coast but to the deserts of west Texas where she befriends a beautiful, young woman from Guatemala. Wondering whether their meeting was serendipitous, Jamie returns to Sweet Grass Memories, the name given the House, and shares a handwritten letter with Ms. G that the young woman gave her the last time they spoke. The letter, together with a photograph of a lone boat on the shore of the Rio Grande, lead the two of them, Reid, Tracy, and the kids of the House, on another adventure, one that rivals any television docudrama. The story winds its way from the dry, blowing sand of west Texas, into Mexico, and finally returns to the estuaries and humidity of Charleston, South Carolina, and its indomitable Gullah people. People whose ancestors endured like blades of grass pushing through concrete; endured and sang songs about faith and hope as they journeyed toward freedom. Just like the Gullah peoples during the slave era, today many others endure. Walking or riding northward through deserts, they journey toward a different kind of freedom; freedom from devastating drought and hunger, and freedom to live again in places that are absent the perils associated with trying to survive where malevolence thrives.
