I wrote my first novel!
When I was a little girl I came home from a brownie meeting and told my parents all about the local urban legend of the witch of Hell Hollow. My parents told me she was my Aunt, and continued eating while I looked at them in shock.
Throughout my childhood I went for walks with my parents in Pachaug forest by what we called the "Homestead."
When I grew older I then heard horrible stories of people desecrating her grave and even a classmate bragging to me she had urinated on the grave. This always made me upset, and I always told people she was not a witch. By writing a book about her and her family, I hope to humanize her and make people have more compassion for the family.
And to leave her grave alone.
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This is a photo of my great great grandmother Mercy with Gilbert, her husband. The photo, which is over 100 years old hangs in my kitchen.
