Veils of the Morning is the final book in the trilogy depicting the lives of Brigid, Rosie, and Babs, three women born on the same day in 1950 who became life-long friends. Now in their seventies, the women return to the Cleveland, Ohio area where they face a changing world, and the slings and arrows of old age. As they have throughout their lives, the women rely on faith, family, and friendship to live out their remaining years with strength and dignity, facing the inevitable deaths of loved ones and treasured traditions, while passing the torch of their legacies to new generations. Yearning to search for their matriarchal roots, their story takes them to Italy, Auschwitz, and Ireland, finding closure in the whispers of their great-grandmothers' spirits. Personal and professional triumphs land them in the Office of the President of the United States, where a twist of history provides a visionary future. Their final chapter ends with a toast that leads the way to where "peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning."
Veils of the Morning is the final book in the trilogy depicting the lives of Brigid, Rosie, and Babs, three women born on the same day in 1950 who became life-long friends. Now in their seventies, the women return to the Cleveland, Ohio area where they face a changing world, and the slings and arrows of old age. As they have throughout their lives, the women rely on faith, family, and friendship to live out their remaining years with strength and dignity, facing the inevitable deaths of loved ones and treasured traditions, while passing the torch of their legacies to new generations. Yearning to search for their matriarchal roots, their story takes them to Italy, Auschwitz, and Ireland, finding closure in the whispers of their great-grandmothers' spirits. Personal and professional triumphs land them in the Office of the President of the United States, where a twist of history provides a visionary future. Their final chapter ends with a toast that leads the way to where "peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning."
