Perhaps you have heard the saying, “Barn
burned down, now I can see the moon.” I
hated it when I first read it. Why? I was immersed in a barn burning in my own
life. Post-polio syndrome, a condition that effects people infected with polio
virus as children, often returns when polio survivors reach the age of fifty.
The poliovirus infected me in 1952. Well-meaning doctors encouraged polio
survivors to push past the muscle weakness and paralysis. I became an expert
overcomer. I received degrees from college and graduate school and went on to a
successful three-decade singing career. When unrelenting back pain presented
itself after every concert five years ago, I had to retire. In addition, to
conserve what little energy the post-polio syndrome left me with, I was forced
to cut in half other activities in my life. I grieved for years because my
voice, my primary means of creative expression, had been silenced.
Then, bing! On a
lark, my husband and I stayed overnight at The Crestmont Inn in the
Pennsylvania Allegheny Mountains. Our room was a luxury suite converted from a
staff dormitory built in 1926. I envisioned what life must have been like for
young people working a summer job at a bustling inn. Then I recalled this
quote:
“Another
opportunity is given you as a favor—and as a burden.
The
question is not:
Why
did it happen this way? or
Where
is it going to lead you? or
What
is the price you will have to pay?
It
is simply:
How
are you going to make use of it?”
…Dag
Hammarskjöld.
We
can be so entrenched in our idea of we want for our journey that we ignore
God’s guidance in the turning of corners. He had to hit me over the head with a
two-by-four to show me to leave my singing behind, write a book about The
Crestmont Inn, and make use of what life handed me. One voice led to another.
Although
I had never written a book before, a wonderful experience opened before me. I
set the novel in 1920s Eagles Mere, Pennsylvania. Researching the history of
the real Crestmont Inn enriched me. My music inspired me to imbue Crestmont’s main character, Gracie with
the desire to sing. A Native American legend says that the Great Spirit flooded
Eagles Mere Lake out of anger. I gave that a different twist, wanting to set
the tone of grace around which Crestmont
is built. In my novel, he cried tears of forgiveness. The eagles joined their
tears with his, both mingling together to gently fill the lake called Eagles
Tears or Eagles Mere.
Because
grace had moved me past a sad impasse in my life, I wanted to emphasize its
concept in the novel. Crestmont main character, Gracie
(purposefully named) is a courageous young woman who knows she needs to leave
home to find herself. She’s not sure how she will work it all out. Allowing
herself the opportunity to fulfill her desire to sing is uppermost in her mind.
She says, “A dream, after all, needn’t be fueled by
particulars, only desire.” Did Gracie become a famous cabaret singer? You’ll
have to read Crestmont to find out.
One thing I can promise you is that she found a spirit of acceptance and grace
at The Crestmont Inn.
Writing was a natural progression from
singing for me. Every song requires a different persona—a unique character the
singer develops to make the song real. Inventing characters for Crestmont was an adventure I was well
prepared for after thirty years of creating them in song. Violinist Itzhak
Perlman said “Sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you
can still make with what you have left.”
I am thankful that one voice led to
another—the voice of a singer to that of an author. I loved every minute of the
writing. The characters of Crestmont
revealed their stories to me in imaginative ways and I thank them.
Several years ago my barn burned down, but
magically, now I can see the moon.
Holly's Website : http://www.hollyweiss.com/
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4 comments:
This story of how your novel came to be is such an inspiration, Holly. I read Crestmont last year and am looking forward to your next novel, should inspiration come again for you.
Thank you, Jessica. Deborah, I appreciate you posting Crestmont.
I really enjoyed this book. I have often thought when in an interesting old building "if only the walls could talk what story would they tell?" Holly made the walls "talk." I loved her gentle way of showing the mentoring that might have gone on in this historic site. It was a story that captured my imagination.
Thank you, Barbara. I really did try to "make the walls talk."
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