Dark Enough to See the Stars in a Jamestown Sky (SIGNED)

Lapallo, Connie

ISBN 10: 0983398216 / ISBN 13: 9780983398219

Published by Greyfox Press, USA, 2012

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1st Edition softcover. SIGNED by author on title page: "Godspeed to you in all your journeys- Connie Lapallo". Seller Inventory # 040933

Bibliographic Details

Title: Dark Enough to See the Stars in a Jamestown ...

Publisher: Greyfox Press, USA

Publication Date: 2012

Binding: Soft Cover

Condition: Fine

Signed: Signed by Author

Edition: 1st Edition

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Synopsis:

Few women and children sailed to Jamestown in 1609. But to Joan, prosperity in Virginia sounded promising. Then she learned she would have to leave a daughter behind in England. Even that Joan could bear. But a hurricane at sea, the Starving Time, Indian Wars... Jamestown in 1609 was nothing as she imagined. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

From the Back Cover:

Prosperity in Virginia sounded promising. Then Joan learned she would have to leave a daughter behind in England. Even that she could bear. But a hurricane at sea, the Starving Time, Indian wars...

The Queen's head was tilted upward, her eyes to the afternoon sun. For a moment--just a moment--she dropped her eyes toward me. I stood transfixed. I remembered seeing hatred in a brave's eyes, but how much more poignant were these eyes filled with grief.

She does not mourn her own death, but that of her children, I thought. In that brief melding of gazes, we were neither white nor red, English nor Paspahegh. We were but two mothers.

Would that I knew a native word for grief or sorrow, but, alas, I did not. Yet I understood a mother's heart. As Annie Laydon said, the men folk fight and the women folk bear the brunt. This woman had borne the burden of war between her people and my own and had paid the highest price any mother can pay--her children. My eyes filled with tears for her loss, and for the loss of all the children and all the mothers from these wars.

No, I had no word for sorrow, but I lifted my fist to my heart and let the tear run down my cheek. Your sorrow, my sorrow. We are both women, and we are both mothers.

In return, she gave the barest of nods, an acknowledgement. Yes, it said, thank you.

She had allowed me to share her concealed grief. She then turned her eyes upward to the sun once more--lest any soldier think her afraid or that she was any less warrior than they themselves were. I knew she would not cry out upon her death--natives never did.