Secrets of Cherish Lake Part One…

Cherish Lake was the place I went to, to hide from my problems to forget the world around me. Especially to forget Daddy.

Daddy was a bigot, a man full of hate, bigot is the only word I can use to describe Daddy, he was blinded by hate, hate for anyone not white, not “perfect” in his eyes, after my accident, an accident that occurred when I was ten, after I was thrown off a horse, and paralyzed from the waist down Daddy began to hate me too.

Daddy’s abuse wasn’t physical he never hit us, but he certainly made me know how worthless I was. I hated being around Daddy he made me feel as if I was nothing more than garbage, that I was worthless.

Cherish Lake was a place I could go to and pretend, pretend that I didn’t have a Daddy who hated me because I was less than perfect. I could pretend that my Mom wasn’t afraid to say anything to my Dad.

I found peace and hope on Cherish Lake.

Little did I know that in a matter of a short time it would be Cherish Lake that would change my life was again, and launch me into a family mystery that dated back to the Civil war.

The first time I went to Cherish Lake after I was released from the hospital I was thinking of nothing but getting away from Daddy. The secrets of Cherish Lake never crossed my mind, because I didn’t know Cherish Lake had any…