After the funerals, Kate MacLean knelt in front of a small chest of drawers in the attic. She pulled out the bottom drawer to find the photograph of Gyorgy taken in her studio in Tingle Creek.
The picture of the handsome Gypsy reminded her of things past, of the people she had known and loved, of hopes dashed and dreams denied. She thought of the country school where she had taught, of her life in town as a studio photographer, of the phone call from Henry Fergus which led her to a life as a farm wife and mother of three childrennot her own.
She sighed. If only she had used the camera to photograph dear Henry and his adopted son Will, his hired boy Hjelmer, and finally, Margaret who came to them from the Orphan Train. Kate sighed again and closed the drawer.
From a forlorn Gypsy cemetery to a crescendo of sudden death, this is a tale of an early 1900s woman, a studio photographer and farm wife with a family not her own. The rhythm of life awaits a reader.
