GUEST POST BY A. PUTNAM AUTHOR OF FULL MOON AT NOONTIDE

 I want to welcome Ann Putnam to Books R Us. Ann is the is the author of Full Moon at Noontide: A Daughter's Last Goodbye .  She is presently touring the blogosphere on her first virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book! Thanks for stopping by.

Full Moon at Noontide- A Memoir

I wrote a memoir about the death and dying of my father.  Now here I am wondering of the value of research for such things.  What is beyond memory that would tease out the figure in the carpet?  After my father died, I wished so many things.  So many questions I might have asked him and did not.   Not just who begat who—our family has an archivist who recorded all that—but the desire and longing and betrayals that every life, every family knows.  Where were the secrets that would bring my family’s history into the light?

My father was an identical twin.  I never knew their mother, my paternal grandmother. Our only connection is my name listed in her obituary, a 10 day old granddaughter named Ann.  I knew a few things about her.  I knew that her fiancé had drowned before her very eyes.  I knew that after she had said, “I will never smile again.” And there she was in all the family photos ever after, her unsmiling face.  I wondered what blight she had brought to her marriage to my grandfather later, and to those two little twin boys. Was there enough love to go around?  I wanted to know what had happened that afternoon at the lake in Atlanta, Georgia, years before my father was born.  What answers could be found through the fog of years? I was trying to see the figure in the carpet, the long arc of their lives in spite of what must have seemed the sad, dark, end of it.  A thing whole and complete has a beauty of its own, even when the things apart are too terrible to say.

Found in The Atlanta Constitution, May 1, 1909.  “Two Victims of Drowning in Waters of Lakewood.” Under that headline was my grandmother’s picture and that of her fiancé, William Withrow.  But my grandmother had not drowned, though of course she was a victim too.  I read on.  The other who drowned was William’s sister Pearl. “Brother dies in vain attempt to save sister. William and Pearl Withrow find a watery grave….None could tell why the boat holding the three of them capsized and the real reason will probably go down as another in the long list of mysteries surrounding this ill-fated lake.”

The article described how my grandmother had clung to the overturned boat as she watched Pearl pull her brother beneath the surface.  And then the trespass of her picture in the paper, her life so suddenly laid open for all to see.  She was twenty-one. Then the violence of the hooks and barbed wire and dynamite to bring the bodies up.  It wouldn’t have been until after the note inside the green bottle had been found floating near the shore that she would have remembered how he’d said a prayer before they took to the water, how Pearl had tipped the boat, how he swam to Pearl and not to her.   How smoothly they had slipped down.  To Whom It May Concern:  I and my sister have become tired of life and we have decided to die in this way. Withrow. And so her life became part of the mythology of that murky lake haunted by its history 


Please visit  Ann's Website and check back on 7/20 for my review of this Great book.