Excerpts from "The Summer Kitchen" Chapter 1
New in July 2009
Sandra Kaye Darden
Part of you says, It’s just a house. It’s wood, and brick, and stone, nails and tar paper, weathered red shingles, a few of which are missing now. It’s only a ramshackle old place that was never anything fancy.
With luck, developers will buy it and wait for revitalization to take over the block. A quick sale to a speculator would be the easiest way...
The voice that says this is logical. It makes sense. It’s only telling you what you already know.
Which would make you wonder why those words are so hard to hear.
There’s another voice, one that’s smaller and quieter, timid yet persistent, like a child with something to say. This is more than a house, it insists. This is the past. Your past…
I’ve wondered time and again if those are the voices anyone would hear when saying goodbye to a treasured childhood place.