HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: It's true, isn’t it? If I assigned each of you to write a story about, oh, say, a day in a cave, each of our stories would be different. Why is that? The fab Gin Phillips has the answer. A very special personal answer.
It’s Always About Me
By Gin Phillips
I have a theory that no novelist can ever write a book that’s not about themselves. It’s not a theory with a lot of research behind it, granted. I’ve got a sample size of one—myself.
The thing is that I can’t imagine how you avoid writing about yourself, no matter what kind of world you’re building. The page is there in front of you, so beautifully blank, and whatever struggles or preoccupations are circling through your head are bound to unspool themselves as you type. Writing is therapy that you don’t pay for. A novel gives you thousands of words and an entire cast of characters to work all sorts of things out.
Your own struggles and obsessions aren’t necessarily recognizable to a reader, mind you. Not if you hide them well enough.
My first novel followed a family in a coal mining town in 1931 after a baby was found in the family well, but it was really about me coming to terms with how my grandmother and great-aunt and all the generations before me helped shape me. My book about ghosts at an archaeology dig was really about me falling in love with my husband, and my novel about a mother and son being trapped in a zoo during a public shooting was about my own experience with motherhood. (That last one might have been fairly obvious.)
So here I am at a new novel, Ruby Falls, and on the surface, it’s a historical mystery set after the real-life discovery of Ruby Falls in Chattanooga. The story follows Ada, a woman who finds a new world and a new start in the mazes of caverns under the falls. She descends into that underground world with a mind reader and a group of strangers bent on a publicity stunt, and she finds out one of them is a killer. It’s a story with secrets and murder and possibly romance.
It’s a cool setting for a novel. I spent plenty of time wriggling through caves in Tennessee—bats and salamanders and all—and fell a little bit in love with them myself.

But in another way this book isn’t about caving or mind readers or the Great Depression.
It’s about the fact that in the last five years I’ve lost my grandmother and great-aunt and stepmother, and I was up close and personal with their final years and their final days. That grief is underlying Ada.
More than that, though, I’ve thought plenty about how all three women—like so many women, generation after generation—were brought up to believe you get married, you have kids, and that’s your life. They had different paths in terms of how marriage and kids played out, but all of them struggled to fill their days once there was no one left at home to take care of. (My grandmother was seventy when my grandfather died, and she lived thirty-five more years!)
Here’s the truth, of course: whether you have a family or not, at some stage the kids are gone. The husband might be gone, too. And there are all these years left, years when you are your best self—wiser, tougher, more competent than you were when you were younger. You know things. You know yourself, yet you’re supposed to—what? Sit on a porch and rock?
Those thoughts were the beginning of Ada, my main character in Ruby Falls. I wanted a woman in middle age to launch herself into a new narrative instead of reaching the end of one. I wanted her to find freedom and all sorts of possibility. She’s steeped in both loss and joy—mine, maybe—and, I’ll tell you, she left me feeling a lot better by the time I reached the last page.
How about you? Do you still think of those women who helped shaped you and have passed on? I’d love to hear about them.
HANK: Oh, what a lovely and thought-provoking question! And yikes, caving—have any of you ever been? (And I want to ask Gin: tell us about the macaroni and cheese. )
Gin Phillips is the author of seven novels, and her work has been sold in 29 countries. Her debut novel, The Well and the Mine, won the 2009 Barnes & Noble Discover Award. Her novel Fierce Kingdom was named one of the best books of 2017 by Publishers Weekly, NPR, Amazon, and Kirkus Reviews. She currently lives in Birmingham, Alabama, with her family.
More About Ruby Falls
A tense, claustrophobic historical mystery set almost entirely underground, Ruby Falls has gotten starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, Kirkus Reviews, and Booklist. It’s about the discovery of a 150-foot waterfall in the middle of a mountain, the unthinkable crime that happens in its caves… and a woman who’s never felt more alive.
"Woven from historical events...and the workings of brilliantly brooding imagination, this story of murder, lust, and survival is as disturbing as it is mesmerizing. A hyper-immersive novel that fearlessly explores the darkest, most primal corners of the human heart.”—Publishers Weekly
“Excruciatingly suspenseful….electrifying.”—Booklist
"Exquisitely written and evocatively claustrophobic, layered and transportingly authentic—as chilling as it is tender, and as mysterious as the human soul."—Hank Phillippi Ryan
One body. Five suspects. Total darkness.
In 1928, a Chattanooga man disappears down a hole in the ground and discovers a 150-foot waterfall in the middle of a mountain that he names after his wife: Ruby Falls. Within months, visitors can buy tickets to see the falls for themselves. Ada Smith has been sneaking into the caves at night, entranced by the natural wonders around her and the freedom granted by this new underground world.
But it’s tough timing for a natural wonder. As the country flounders in the Great Depression, a shrewd public relations ploy seems like the only way to save Ruby Falls. A famous mind reader and mystic agrees to launch himself into the Ruby Falls caverns where he will attempt to locate a hidden hatpin using only his psychic abilities. He'll be joined by five others: his manager, his wife, a guide, a Chattanooga businessman, and a reporter from the Chicago Times. But they’re not alone in the caverns. Ada and another guide, Quinton, have been asked to follow the mind reader’s party at a distance, staying out of sight. They are a safety net, in case of a broken leg or busted flashlights.
One of them will be dead before the end of the day.
Faced with a corpse and the stark reality that one of the people in her midst is a killer, Ada needs to get everyone—the murderer and the innocents—back aboveground before their light runs out.
Ruby Falls is both a unique twist on the locked-room mystery and an exploration of loss and what it means to start over. It’s a heart-racing story of survival and a testament to the threads that bind strangers together.
Those thoughts were the beginning of Ada, my main character in Ruby Falls. I wanted a woman in middle age to launch herself into a new narrative instead of reaching the end of one. I wanted her to find freedom and all sorts of possibility. She’s steeped in both loss and joy—mine, maybe—and, I’ll tell you, she left me feeling a lot better by the time I reached the last page.
How about you? Do you still think of those women who helped shaped you and have passed on? I’d love to hear about them.
HANK: Oh, what a lovely and thought-provoking question! And yikes, caving—have any of you ever been? (And I want to ask Gin: tell us about the macaroni and cheese. )
Gin Phillips is the author of seven novels, and her work has been sold in 29 countries. Her debut novel, The Well and the Mine, won the 2009 Barnes & Noble Discover Award. Her novel Fierce Kingdom was named one of the best books of 2017 by Publishers Weekly, NPR, Amazon, and Kirkus Reviews. She currently lives in Birmingham, Alabama, with her family.
More About Ruby Falls
A tense, claustrophobic historical mystery set almost entirely underground, Ruby Falls has gotten starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, Kirkus Reviews, and Booklist. It’s about the discovery of a 150-foot waterfall in the middle of a mountain, the unthinkable crime that happens in its caves… and a woman who’s never felt more alive.
"Woven from historical events...and the workings of brilliantly brooding imagination, this story of murder, lust, and survival is as disturbing as it is mesmerizing. A hyper-immersive novel that fearlessly explores the darkest, most primal corners of the human heart.”—Publishers Weekly
“Excruciatingly suspenseful….electrifying.”—Booklist
"Exquisitely written and evocatively claustrophobic, layered and transportingly authentic—as chilling as it is tender, and as mysterious as the human soul."—Hank Phillippi Ryan
One body. Five suspects. Total darkness.
In 1928, a Chattanooga man disappears down a hole in the ground and discovers a 150-foot waterfall in the middle of a mountain that he names after his wife: Ruby Falls. Within months, visitors can buy tickets to see the falls for themselves. Ada Smith has been sneaking into the caves at night, entranced by the natural wonders around her and the freedom granted by this new underground world.
But it’s tough timing for a natural wonder. As the country flounders in the Great Depression, a shrewd public relations ploy seems like the only way to save Ruby Falls. A famous mind reader and mystic agrees to launch himself into the Ruby Falls caverns where he will attempt to locate a hidden hatpin using only his psychic abilities. He'll be joined by five others: his manager, his wife, a guide, a Chattanooga businessman, and a reporter from the Chicago Times. But they’re not alone in the caverns. Ada and another guide, Quinton, have been asked to follow the mind reader’s party at a distance, staying out of sight. They are a safety net, in case of a broken leg or busted flashlights.
One of them will be dead before the end of the day.
Faced with a corpse and the stark reality that one of the people in her midst is a killer, Ada needs to get everyone—the murderer and the innocents—back aboveground before their light runs out.
Ruby Falls is both a unique twist on the locked-room mystery and an exploration of loss and what it means to start over. It’s a heart-racing story of survival and a testament to the threads that bind strangers together.



This is so interesting, Gin . . . it makes perfect sense to me. I'm looking forward to reading "Ruby Falls" and meeting Ada . . . .
ReplyDeleteAnd, yes, I certainly do still think about the women . . . my mother and grandmother . . . who were so integral in helping me become the person that I am and who have, sadly, passed on . . . .
Do you remember one thing in particular you learned? Thought they taught you?
DeleteThanks for this, Joan. For me, I always feel them most in the kitchen. Whenever I'm stirring batter or holding out a spoon for my child to lick, it feels like my grandmother is very close by. (Probably telling me my shorts are too short. :))
DeleteWhat a lovely tribute to women who shape us and how we grieve them.
DeleteRuby Falls sounds enticing! (Heathers)
Gin, welcome to jungle reds! I often think about what our mothers, grandmothers and great aunts have passed on to us. My grandmother had three granddaughters, including me. My older cousin remarked that my perfume reminded her of our Nana.
ReplyDeleteI think authors give a clue or two about themselves in their novels. Your novels sound fascinating!
Oh, perfume, yes, what a splendid memory! I have a memory of Estée Lauder “Youth Dew.” Remember that?
DeleteHi Diana--Thanks for the welcome! I love the perfume detail. Just reading the line made me smell Oil of Olay and Estee Lauder's Beautiful--I got a blend of them every time I hugged my grandmother. (My grandfather, on the other hand, smelled like fresh cut grass.)
DeleteI wore the Paris perfume (forgot which company) which reminded my cousin of our grandmother. I switched over to the beautiful perfume. Sometimes I use the Happy perfume.
DeleteAnd Hank, yes I remember the dew perfume.
I'm also impacted by the women before me and find myself telling their stories often (especially the great-grand generation and wonder how that will play out for the boys who follow me. And the setting of a mystery in a cave is always heart-racing!
ReplyDeleteTell us one story you remember!
DeleteHi Maren--One of my favorite things is when my son (14 years old) will bring up a story I've told him about my grandparents. (Or that my grandmother told him herself--she died a few years ago at 105.) I sat on his cap at a baseball game once, and he laughed and said, "That's like when that soldier during Word War II sat on Memama's hat on the train!" And it made me SO HAPPY.
DeleteThis sounds fascinating, Gin. Of course we put ourselves into our books., and how wonderful that Ada helped make you feel better by the end.
ReplyDeleteI had seen a news item about a student who was trapped in an Indiana cave for many hours. I meant to center one of my Country Store mysteries in a cave, and I got a book about the caves of southern Indiana, but I never got to the in-person research (and I have a little claustrophobia issue, which would complicate things...). That series has now ended, cave-free!
My grandmothers did not live to ripe old ages, but I have fond memories of both - two quite different women - and of my aunts. I even created fictionalized versions of my grandmothers and made them lady PIs in the 1920s.
DeleteThat claustrophobia issue could be a problem, for sure! Unless that’s the key of the story…
DeleteI love the 1920s PI idea! As for being trapped, the caves where I set much of the story are in a lower level of Lookout Mountain that have been closed off for decades. Not very long ago, two teenagers in Chattanooga did some mushrooms, snuck into the closed off part, and got lost for days. It was a VERY POOR CHOICE for what to do after taking mushrooms. :)
DeleteI have many things in my home that belonged to, were made by, or were gifts from the women in my life. I cherish them and the memories they evoke.
ReplyDeleteI must admit that I am not a fan of caves. Lighted ones are okay. I do like the natural beauty found in them though. Perfect setting for a locked room mystery.
And yes, that’s exactly what Gin does in this book! And I forgot about my grandmother‘s possessions… She gave me her jewel watch, which I wear still on very special occasions. How about you?
DeleteOh, Brenda, I am with you on the objects that remind me of the women who came before me. I have a a bunch of beautiful quilts, an antique clock, jewelry, an entire bedroom suite...and I seem to be unable to resist keeping Pyrex dishes! I strongly associate women in my family with various casseroles. :) Every time we clean out the house of someone who's passed away, I come home with a set of Pyrex. It's becoming a little bit of a problem.
DeleteSounds like a good read, Gin. Yes, I do think about my mother and grandmothers - and even my aunt, who I don't get along with very well and who showed me who I DON'T want to be.
ReplyDeleteAnd Hank, I've been caving. By boat. It was wonderful. The crystal and rock formations were stupendous.
Oh, that does sound magical, Liz! Where was that?
DeleteI hope to do more caving, Liz. There's so much more to explore--and I'm very interested in the boat part of your expedition. Was it an underwater cave? Because I'm not as sure about that scenario. :)
DeleteHank and Gin - it was not an underwater cave (although I am certified in cave SCUBA diving). I don't remember the name of it - it was central Pennsylvania near where my mother's aunt lived.
DeleteBut there is also Laurel Caverns near me: https://laurelcaverns.com/ - but no boats. :)
Wow Ruby Falls sounds amazing and terrifying! I think about my mom all the time, and my grandma frequently.Our church had a Choral Evensong for Woman Composer Sunday (and International Women's Day) which was just amazing. I kept thinking how my mom, an early feminist and devoted Episcopalian, would have loved it. I loved it, and I see her in me in so many areas of my life.
ReplyDeleteOh, that sounds so inspirational! Do you remember what music it was?
DeleteI love this, Gillian. It's often food that makes me think of someone--every time I see Lorna Done shortbread cookies I think of my grandmother dipping them in coffee. Or every time I taste a perfect kiwi I think of how much my stepmom would have liked it.
DeleteYikes! Caves!! Double yikes. I’ve been in one. The Oregon Caves. the tour guide had the nerve to turn out the lights after pointing into the deepest cavern just feet beyond the guard rail. He turned them back on just seconds before a loud blood curdling scream. Mine and I squelched most of it. But oh my, never ever ever again. Beautiful but I don’t care to see it again. I’d totally forgotten about that incident. Whew. That was mega fear. Hmm, I can use that fear, that part of me, in my WIP novel. Thanks for that. Oh and tax refund is here and I’m signing up for the virtual conference. Looking forward to hearing Hank, Hailey and Paula M. Oooo I can’t wait
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, what an experience! How terrifying! And cannot wait to see you!
DeleteThat dark is like nothing else, right? One of the times I went into the caves, the guide shepherded us into the middle of the chamber, pointed to the one exit--which we'd just come through--and said, "When I turn off the light, try to find your way out." Our headlamps were off for a solid minute, and when we turned them back on, we had wondered ALL OVER that cave and come nowhere close to the exit. I'd had no concept of how disorienting total darkness is.
DeleteOh, my grandma Minnie changed my life! She taught me how to type, and how to knit and crochet, and how to make chicken soup. I know it sounds so stereotypical, but wow, she was elegant and fashionable and completely ran the household. I remember I used to want to type, but I had nothing to type, so I would take her Reader’s Digest and just copy the things in them. That’s how I learned.
ReplyDeleteShe gave me a little typewriter in a suitcase, remember those? And I wish I knew what happened to it…
Oh, Reader's Digests!! Didn't it feel like everyone's grandparents had a stack of Reader's Digests?!
DeleteYes, I still remember how much I loved them. And got lots of new vocab words, too!
DeleteGin, this book sounds like a great read, as do your earlier books. I don't know how you've never come across my reading radar before now, but I'm definitely intrigued. While just reading about caves can bring on my claustrophobia, Ruby Falls sounds like a must-read!
ReplyDeleteAs for women who shaped me--everything I am has been influenced by the women in my life--my mother, my grandmothers, my great-grandmother, all the many many aunts, my sisters. And I'm profoundly grateful for all of them. They moved me to write two historical novellas, set in the hills of eastern Kentucky, where my roots are. The second one was born out of loss--how losing a sister can reshape the contours of the life of one left behind.
Thanks, Flora. I'm with you. I feel like the older I get, the more the women who came before me are talking in my ear. They seem to be getting closer instead of further away!
DeletePerfect. You and Gin seem like soulmates. xx
DeleteYour books sound terrific, Gin! (Wondering how on earth(!) you researched a (completely) underground setting...) And I do think that as novelists, at some level we're writing the same novel over and over again, at least thematically. (For some reason I keep writing about: Who can you trust and how do you know?) It's why one author's books are nothing like another author's. I hope that continues to be the case.
ReplyDeleteHa! Yes--I feel like every time I get going on a new novel--which vary wildly in terms of setting and concept--I realize, yep, apparently I'm still writing about this same handful of things. They just keep circling through your head and working their way into the pages.
DeleteSO agree. Empowerment and justice, no matter what the story. Fine with me!
DeleteCaves! Congratulations on your latest.
ReplyDeleteI had a woo-woo cave experience in the prehistoric caves in Dordogne, France, when I saw children's fingerprints on the cave ceiling. I had the same emotions as the mother lifting her child to touch the rock overhead.
Oh I love this so much, Margaret! You've just nailed something that I felt--and that the characters in the novel feel--how there's an intense connection to the people over the centuries who've stood in the same spot you're in. In the Chattanooga caves, there are so many carved names in the walls from the Civil War and even before, and it's a powerful thing to run your fingers over the signatures.
DeleteOh, that must have knocked you over! Wow.
DeleteI put it all in a short story, "Voices in the Caves," in the latest Guppy anthology Crime Takes a Holiday.
DeleteI had similar feelings when I retired - I was the wisest and strongest of any point in my career and suddenly had no place to use that.
ReplyDeleteHappily, a younger colleague reached out to me a month ago and we had lunch. I can’t point to any particular wisdom I passed along, but hopefully it helped her to have someone listen and be supportive.
You never know what's going to stick, I fully believe that!
DeleteI remember swimming through a semi-cave (?) in the British Virgin Islands -- an underwater tunnel -- when I was 21. I was a strong swimmer and I imagine the tunnel was very short, maybe fifteen feet? -- but suddenly realizing that I COULD NOT SURFACE for air gave me such a slamming feeling of claustrophobia that after surfacing on the other side, I thought, "God, please AIRLIFT me back!" That Rascal did not answer my prayers. Of course I said nothing to the guy I was with and presently made the swim back but though I'm usually not troubled by claustrophobia, I have always remembered that terror. No, thank you, to caves and I'm not very fond of boats either. (Selden)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the caves, but UNDERWATER caves seem like a different thing altogether! I will pick crawling through a tunnel over swimming through a tunnel anyway. Whew.
DeleteOHHHH NOOOOO that is making me terrified right now in the safety of my above ground office!
DeleteHmm, I would say that most of the women in my family taught me who I did NOT want to be. I didn't want to be my grandmother, the snide mother who praised her son who had multiple marriages and then shamed my mother for remarrying after my dad died and subsequently divorcing the new hubby. My mother taught me that I didn't want to be the person who was silent and didn't rock the boat, no matter what it cost her. One sister taught me that proving she would defy parental authority and marry the local drug dealer actually came with consequences too harsh to share. Yet, she blamed all of us decades later for not understanding her needs when she was hundreds of miles away and told us how great her life was. The other sister taught me that if you hold on to trauma for decades, it eats away at you and no amount of "being right or better than anyone else" could erase it. At 70, she still hasn't faced it and named it for what it was. Thanks for the chance to put those thoughts to paper. It has been quite enlightening and makes me feel like a survivor for getting counseling early in life and learning to set boundaries and move on with life instead of letting it eat you from the inside out. -- Victoria
ReplyDeleteI definitely had some women who taught me who I didn't want to be. I think all of us grow up looking at the people we know, searching for possibilities of who we want to be, and hopefully we spot which choices make you happy and which ones don't.
DeleteDefinitely! I'm a composite of all the traits I found to be nourishing to my soul from every individual who crossed my path. In that way, I am still a work in progress and can't wait for the next new soul to pass my way! -- Victoria
DeleteYup, we can always learn.
DeleteFirst, Gin, RUBY FALLS sounds utterly fascinating - I adore a unique "locked room" mystery! Second, I 100% agree that writing is a kind of therapy. I was interviewed about my first book, and the journalist asked, "Do you think you write about the Adirondacks as such a foreboding place because your father died in a plane crash there?" I LITERALLY had not considered that the entire time I was writing the book!
ReplyDeleteThird, as a widowed empty-nester, hell no, I'm not retiring to my rocking chair! I've discovered what I suspect older women have always discovered; this can be the most free and creative stage of a woman's life. I'm loving it.
WOw, what a question, Julia. ANd I so understand how you didn't think of it. It was already there.
DeleteThanks, Julia! I love that story. And yes to freedom and creativity--it's a wide-open path!
DeleteHow profound and true! That writing is therapy you don't pay for. Combined with the fact that I've always been told that you should write about what you know. So research is key. I love the concept behind Ruby Falls by Gin Phillips. An underground murder mystery theme is so unique and captivating! Imagine being even the slightest bit claustrophobic while reading a story like this. The closest I ever came to caving was exploring Flume Gorge at Franconia Notch in New Hampshire. The granite walls of the mountainside reached as high as 90' but despite the height and sometimes narrow openings of the gorge giving a cave-like impression the flume is still open to the sky. That's as close as I want to be as far as caving goes...thank you very much. There have been so many women in my life that have inspired, influenced or fascinated me. My dearest childhood friend of 60 plus years whose brain encompasses both the artistic and creative skills as well as the scientific and technical skills. Equally balanced which amazes me. Her artistic and writing skills are off the charts and her scientific knowledge astounds me. But her humor is also what has always drawn me to our friendship plus her compassion for humankind while still maintaining the practical end of life. As a young divorcee she raised two children on her own while pursuing her Bachelor's and Master's Degree and also her PhD. Such fortitude. My mother was wonderfully loving but very cautious about life having been a product of the Great Depression. Poverty often meant a ketchup sandwich and having to leave school at the age of 12 to care for her own bedridden mother. So Mom never knew what it was like to go to a prom or graduate from High School. She was very intelligent and funny but not overly confident plus she was never a rule breaker. I definitely inherited some of her "hesitant to take a chance" and "don't rock the boat" genes which makes me more of an introvert than an extrovert in life. My Aunt Gert, however, was just the opposite of her sister Evelyn (my mother). She was a wild and take a chance on life woman which sometimes led to trouble in her life. But growing up I LOVED staying overnight at her house and just being with her. She was also my godmother who gifted me with gold jewelry and introduced me to the "glamour and glitter" of life; a true party animal. It was not unusual for me and my cousin (her daughter) to go to bed at 5:00 in the morning and sleep until noon. That's when the day began at Aunt Gert's house. She nicknamed me "Moonchild" as a result of the crazy hours we kept in her home and to this day it is not unusual for me to clean up the kitchen at 2:00 in the morning, do a load of laundry and pay the monthly bills. The stars and the moon fascinate me more than the sun and I owe that all to my Aunt Gert. I miss having her in my life. I think she would have pushed me to not miss out on taking more chances along the way. Finally there have always been teachers (both male and female) in my life whose personality traits greatly influenced me to explore beyond the front door and reminded me that I was capable of accomplishing more than I thought I was able to do.
ReplyDeleteWOW! We are going to call you Moonchild from now on :-) what a joy and inspiration! Love this!
DeleteSuch great stories, Evelyn! My grandmother was pure love but also a model of propriety. She'd never touched alcohol and strongly opposed skirts above the knee. Her sister, my great-aunt, was the fun one. She snuck whiskey into her eggnog every Christmas.😏
DeleteTo Hank ~ Oh please do...I would love that! Aunt Gert would love it, too. xoxo
DeleteTo Gin ~ I think my mom and your grandmother were a product of a generation that thrived on honesty, doing the right thing and also modesty. But they were also tough as nails when life was thrown at them sideways and they knew the meaning of sacrifice. As a "Boomer" my "job" was to tweak that up a bit, go after that "glass ceiling" and hopefully lead the next generations...especially women...through the door. I am astounded how far women have come since I was a teenager. As an example from back then women were not allowed to run in the Boston Marathon because they were told by men they were not strong enough to run 26 miles. Insanity!.
DeleteI loved both my grandmothers, but I didn't get to spend as much time with them as I'd have liked, since we lived far away and didn't get to see them very often. One died when I was nine and the other when I was 16. But I have many memories of them, and my parents gave small objects that belonged to them--a carved figure of a quail, in the case of my father's mother, for example, who lived in Sedona. When I look at their possessions, I immediately see them in my mind's eye. The strong woman who influenced me enormously was my mother, who was part of my life for 58 years and whom I think of every day. She was a journalist, a librarian, and a voracious reader, so I'm sure she's responsible for my love of reading and writing.
ReplyDeleteIt made me smile to hear about your mother. I'm very attached, too, to all the objects around my house that remind me of family. I'm writing on my great-uncle's desk right now, and my grandfather's nameplate from the Army--1st SGT. T.A. Kirby is on the corner of it. And, oh, the handmade quilts I have on every bed and stacked in the closets!
DeleteThose tiny little objects carry so much weight and power!
DeleteGin, I only have one real cave experience, the Wild Cave Tour at Mammoth Caves more than 50 years ago. That was enough, although I didn't allow myself to think of what it meant to be so far underground. Love the idea of using the ubiquitous Ruby Falls as a venue for a murder. I have passed "SEE RUBY FALLS!" signs for decades on I-75 on my way south. (And for Lookout Mountain.) But I have only stopped in Chattanooga once, and someday want to go back. It's a cool town.
ReplyDeleteMy two grandmothers could not have been more different: Grandma Gert was a sour, judgmental, and nosy woman who died in her late 50's. She taught me how not to be. Grandma Mary was made out of unconditional love, a dedicated reader, a collector of lovely things, and my inspiration for entertaining. Every Sunday we went to their house after church, and my mom's huge family would be busy cooking, setting out food, keeping an eye on the many kids, or telling wild tales (my uncles). Funny, until this morning I had never thought about where my own inclination to gathering the clan came from!
I've driven past Mammoth Caves several times and always want to to stop! I've heard amazing things. And your family sounds familiar. :) When I picture my grandmother and great-aunt in the afterlife, I always see them with housecoats on over their church dresses, stirring and tasting and chopping at the kitchen counter.
DeleteHousecoats! I always thought they were so..dowdy, until truly, recently, when I realized they were such a good idea!
DeleteWe traveled by car from Wisconsin when the kids were young to visit my husband's folks in Florida. Several times we counted the "See Ruby Falls!" signs along the way. Once we stopped to visit a good friend who lived on Lookout Mountain--told her we wanted to "see Ruby Falls." As a local, she wasn't particularly impressed but took us anyway. I'll have to read that book; it was actually already on my list. And my mother is always on my mind... Annette
ReplyDeleteRuby Falls is a bit of a tourist trap...but it's also still spectacular! They do a night tour with lanterns would be much closer to how people saw it in the 1930s, and that one's my favorite.
DeleteOh, a night tour. That would be transporting....
DeleteI loved visiting caves and caverns! We kids would nag our parents to stop and take the tours when we were on vacation. I remember those See Ruby Falls signs, but I honestly don't remember if we ever did. I have a lot of strong, loving females in our family. Mom's mom was a quiet woman, never raised her voice, and would just suggest we kids stop what we were doing. When Grandpa was sick, she took over plowing with the mules. She always carried a hoe in case she ran across a rattlesnake. Of course, Mom only remembered some of the things about her that bugged her as a young woman! Mom herself was adventurous and able to meet challenges. When my youngest sister had to go on dialysis, Mom learned how to do it herself so she wouldn't have to haul my sister to a dialysis center three times a week. Dad's Aunt Rose never married but kept in touch with all her nieces and nephews. She was a missionary and served in several parts of the world. She was in China when WW2 started and was interned in Japan for a while. After the war, she returned to Japan as a missionary.
ReplyDeleteFamilies are so different, and so fascinating. I love your mom's mom "suggesting."
DeleteHi, Gin, and welcome! Ruby Falls sounds terrific, and I would love the virtual caving--just not in real life! I went to Carlsbad as child and I remember the caverns were stunning. I'm trying to place a book I read where the protagonist had to swim through caves where they couldn't come up for air. Does that ring a bell with anyone? Gave me horrible claustrophobia.
ReplyDeleteI only knew one of my grandmothers, my mom's mom, but she lived with us when I was growing up so was a huge influence. She was one of the kindest, most gentle people I've ever known. My mom was a little more prickly but much more adventurous. I miss them both every day I wish they'd shared more of their stories with me, but they were scarred from living through the Depression and neither liked to talk about the hard times.
Yes, exactly. We are all so curious, but they wanted to avoid it...
DeleteRuby Falls sounds full on the unknown and often scary aspects of a cave, which are the things that make them so fascinating. I live only an hour and a half from Mammoth Cave in Kentucky, but I've only been twice. It's the longest cave system in the world. There were two impediments from my complete enjoyment of the Mammoth Cave years ago, when we took the kids. One, I don't really like feeling stuck anywhere, especially underground, and two, there was a rickety (or so it seemed to me), narrow staircase you had to descend at one point. And, it had spaces between the steps, the absolute worst for someone with a fear of heights. But I wasn't going to wimp out on the kids, so I braved the staircase.
ReplyDeleteMy mother was a large influence on me because she valued education so much, and she considered sitting and reading a worthwhile way to spend your time. Also, she believed in me, that I could achieve what I set out to achieve, and I enjoyed making her proud. A teacher I had in junior high, Mrs. Foley, was the teacher who made me fall in love with English and probably responsible for me majoring in it in college. Oh, and my sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Collins, fed my love of reading by always praising me as the top student in the reading tests, and her excitement over the Scholastic Book orders and the Weekly Readers made them events I always looked forward to.
Oh, I am so sure they would love to know how much difference they made for you! And we are grateful, too!
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