I LOVED Wednesday Sisters by Meg Waite Clayton. I read this about 10 years ago, but I still think about it and envision a certain neighborhood in my town as where the book would have taken place if it was HERE at the time.
Summer makes me nostalgic for the book and I honestly think I may need to re-read it this summer, but I'm afraid it will break the spell the book has on me.
But as I walk through this neighborhood looking at the well-kept lawns of the older homes, situated on shaded lots near the local park I just imagine what this neighborhood was like in the 1960s and wonder about the women who probably walked their little ones down to this park and the friendships they forged. The secrets they kept even from the closest of friends as they watched their babies waddle around and get dirty in the sad. The lives behind those beautiful homes --- who had a drinking problem, a wandering husband, a secret of some sort. It probably wasn't perfect and ideal, but I'm the voyeur who wants to tour the old homes and think of the people who lived there before.
throw back photo of a visit to said park that puts me into my dream world
Please tell me I'm not alone in this weirdness.