Cherished only child of Charley
and Emma Beck, she is the unlikely issue of an improbable
union. Beloved wife of Ferd Voith, she is the happy mother
of a tribe of nine, and newly expecting her tenth. It is the
family of her earliest dreams.
Seven forty-one, the house that Charley built on his little
plot of farmland just outside of Washington City in the
District of Columbia, is the only home she’s ever known. So
vast before, the house seems to shrink with each new child,
until Charley wonders that they’re not all tumbling out of
windows.
In a ritual established over so many babies, Lillie
celebrates by having Ferd bring down her memory box, a
carefully collected treasure of the lives of those she
loves. She knows by heart every word of the letters, every
entry of the diaries, every detail of the photographs, and
she traces them again with the start of each new life, to
instill a sense of place, of family, of history.
Emma’s miracle, Ferd’s universe, the beating heart of the
household: When Lillie is stricken in a fall, her memories
tug at threads woven through a century as the fabric of the
family frays around her.