’In the summer of 1976, I hired a homeless black man to mow my lawn and tend my gardens, such as they were. My neighbors were none too happy with my choice of employees. He carried pecans he’d collected in a bag hung from the handlebars of the rickety old bicycle he rode. They called him the Pecan Man and thought he had an air of something sinister. I just thought he looked hungry and offered him a job. His name was Eldred Mims. I called him Ellie. Blance, my housekeeper at the time and employee for many years afterwards, warned me about sticking my nose where it didn’t belong. I took that as a challenge and pressed on.’
This is how this story begins, words shared by Ora Lee Beckworth about the year she was widowed, the year when Grace was six years old, and the year that would change everything for their family going forward, especially for Grace. Raped by the son of the police chief, which continued to haunt her days and nights, and told by her mother that it was just a bad dream. A bad dream that would haunt her and change the course of her life.
While this story does revolve around this horrendous childhood event, it is all about love, and the help offered and shared through that love. Her family and friends surround her with love, and more, to help her to find a way to rise up and leave the past behind.
I’d wanted to read this, and looked periodically for a while for a follow-up novel from the author periodically in the years after reading her first, self-published, novel so I was excited to find out that she had published this one that continues the story begun in her The Pecan Man. I listened to the audible version while reading it on my kindle.
Many thanks for my friend Angela for pointing the way!