Behind The Scenes: My Inspiration for The
Violin by Sarah McNeal
Of all the books and short stories I have ever
written, The Violin is the one book
inspired by my own family. I heard
marvelous and exciting stories about my Uncle John from my dad from my earliest
memory. I sensed from Pop’s far
away gaze and the way his voice wavered when he spoke of John that he idealized
his brother and missed him even many years after John’s death.
John was the wild child, eager for adventure and
the excitement that the 1920’s presented.
It was a time of great change and John wanted to experience all of
it. My grandfather and grandmother
were practical teachers and insisted that all three of their sons go to college
and earn a degree. Not an easy
accomplishment in a time when most people were either very poor or very
rich. John had a talent for music and played the
mandolin and violin. In fact, I
inherited his violin and still play it.
He managed to get a job with a traveling opera show out of New York City
as a roadie and also played his violin.
He rode his Indian motorcycle all over the United States and Canada with
the opera and, although he wasn’t the best of letter writers, he was a great
photographer and sent home pictures from all the places he went. In the fall and winter, he attended
college and graduated with a degree in civil engineering just before his
twenty-first birthday.
According to my dad, John was quite the ladies’
man with heart-stopping looks and easy charm. Sadly, he never had the chance to work as a civil engineer,
marry some sweet girl or have a family.
John went fly-fishing with some of his friends along Roaring Creek on a
sunny May morning. His friends
moved forward around the bend in the river and after some time noticed that
John hadn’t joined them. When they
went back to look for him, they found him face down in the water. He had drowned. The newspaper clippings I found in my
grandfather’s trunk declared it an accident but none of the papers said what
happened. I offered an explanation
for his death in The Violin, but in
truth, no one really knew the cause.
After my dad died, I was determined to write
John’s story but I wanted to give him a life filled with all the wonderful
things he missed. I wrote The Violin and dedicated it to my dad
who loved and missed John until the day he died. I used real places including the description of my
grandfather’s house, the graveyard next to it and the picnic grounds and church
just up the hill. Pop told me so
much about the things young people did for entertainment and what everyday life
was like in 1927 that I almost felt as if I had been there. I also learned some wonderful nuggets
of information from an elderly woman who knew my father and his brother John
when she was growing up. I loved
her stories and they gave me a good female perspective of those days like the
flour sacks women used to make dresses and other clothing and accessories. I
learned about the first Indian motorcycles from a male nurse who was a
motorcycle enthusiast that worked with me in the ER. Genevieve is completely fictional, but I hope I made her the
perfect woman for John. From a
lonely existence in the twenty-first century, Genevieve travels through time to
find her one true love.
THE VIOLIN
By Sarah McNeal
Publishing by Rebecca Vickery
Revised edition published December 4, 2011
Loneliness...Mystery...A
step through time
BLURB:
Genevieve dreams of him almost every night and
has for most of her lonely life. Intrigued, she buys his violin and finds the
remnants of his life and the mystery of his death in 1927 revealed within its
case. Intrigued, she makes a decision, one that will change her life forever.
Is there a way to change the past and save this
man who haunts her heart?
EXCERPT:
Genevieve
began to loosen her grip a little as she grew calmer. A little burn of fear
still scorched her stomach, though. "Does this thing have brakes?"
she called out the question.
"You'll
be glad to know there's two. I have one in my right hand and the other is
located under my right foot. You couldn't be any safer." His voice rose
above the engine noise. "Isn't this the greatest?" He was obviously
enjoying himself.
Genevieve
wasn't so sure it was the greatest thing, riding wildly down a dirt road on a
motorcycle. In her real life, she would never take such a crazy chance. But
there is one thing that makes this dangerous and impulsive antic worthwhile. She
got to hold John close to her until she could hear his heartbeat and the
vibration of his voice through his jacket on her cheek. The time she spent with
John was worth all the heartache that would come later.
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