The shroud in many cultures is simply a cloth used to wrap a body for burial; a winding sheet, as in the Shroud of Turin thought to be the cloth used to wrap the body of Jesus Christ. The use of a figurative shroud is to conceal or protect someone or something, just as an early morning fog blankets the earth making it impossible to see things a few feet away.
Each family has a story to tell, some most always adding bits of imaginative salt, therefore making elements of the story total imaginary tale. This story is no different, at least in part.
Four sisters born between 1894 and 1902, all of them living well into their golden years, dealing with discretions while wrestling with their faith. One experiences an unusual set of circumstances occurring in the least typical of places. Their journey through time provides a stimulating history of the family genealogy while revealing love, anger, mischief, trust and mistrust. In the end, an unknown truth determines whether at least the most troubled, if not all of the sisters, is able to find redemption for herself and her actions.
“Yes, most of my family was born and raised in this area. We go way back, before the Civil War. Some of us were sharecroppers, but most of us were able to buy up the land we farmed until we had a pretty good spread. In fact, that’s why I want to visit my family to see how the land’s holding up. Some of the old folks are getting tired and they just can’t keep up with the farming these days, so we might have to sell off some of the land. I’m even thinking we need to incorporate a couple of parcels so we can build a little place for the summers.”