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"Sometimes still, if I sit on Crow’s Perch and cock my head just so, I can hear Grammy Essie quoting old St. Jerome , her words blowing through the Osage leaves like pieces of paper rattling around in a Dixie cup: “The scars of others should teach us caution,” she whispers".
So says Mudas, the hero of the story of a town called Pekinpaw. A girl, who in 1972, changed attitudes in a town known to flaunt the real law for the old ways...including lynchings, and death, over government changing
"And when life’s sweet fable ends. Soul and Body part like friends. No quarrels, murmurs, no delay; A kiss, a sigh, and so away". This story is a story of death, of how some people must die for the truth to come forward, How the metaphor of a sunflower, it its birth, its like and the seeds that are sown at its death bring forth new growth, beauty and understanding.
"Mama had promptly informed him: “It is sunflowers I love, not roses, Adam.”“And why’s that, Ella?” he’d asked. She’d raised her head to the sky, and announced, “Because the sunflower is always planted in the north corner of a garden as the protector over its three corner sisters : bean, corn, and squash. They call it the ‘fourth sister,’ just like me".
And, the fourth sister is killed trying to save them all...An amazing story that I read in one sitting, gasping at its compelling nature, marveling at the author's ability to tell a story that will grab you and not let you go. You need to read this. You need to watch for this author in the future because she will make you a fan really fast.
"Grammy Essie had this quote she liked: ‘A prayer in its simplest definition is merely a wish turned Godward.’ Phillips Brooks, I think...And in western Kentucky, a good epilogue is the happily ever after of any tale, just as sure as the bench’s weathered planks of oak and wrought-iron arms were the support of many over the years....
Come, sit on the Liar's Bench, and let me tell you a story.