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Hello, my name is Rozetta. My book is a true story that will knock your socks off! I want to spread the word about domestic violence and the horrible aftermath that occurred within my own family. When I began researching my family I did not realize that there was another side to be told. Discovering the truth about why my father killed my mother was just the tip of the iceberg. The horrific cycle of hate and killings in my family span more than a century before I was born. My grandmother was a serial killer during the great depression and was sent to prison twice for mail fraud….no evidence could be found. I know where the bodies are and I am revealing their location in my book. She abused my father and turned him into a killer. He viciously murdered my mother in 1959 when I was 7 years old. I knew that I would someday write a book about my mother’s murder because I never understood why and no one would ever tell me. I missed my mother terribly and cried every night because she was no longer with me. I was placed in different foster homes to be raised by strangers who did not love me, and separated from my siblings, while my wealthy grandfather, whom I did not know, lived in a mansion and had a life of luxury. My mother’s love and spirit gave me the courage to overcome all the obstacles I faced during my lifetime, and there were many. I was determined to be normal and prove that even though I came from a place called Tin Can Holler, there is hope for a better life. Because of one man’s actions I and my siblings lost our mother and were separated from each other. I promised myself that I would someday find out the truth. At the age of 53, after my youngest child turned 21, I knew the time had finally arrived. I quit my job, sold my home in Florida where I had lived for 32 years and left my children and grandchildren to search for information about my family and to discover the truth about my mother’s murder. My mother's spirit was calling me to return to the place of my birth and to Tin Can Holler where it all began in 1959.If you have dreams listen to your heart and follow them. Life passes by quickly and before you know it…it’s gone. Most people are too busy making a living instead of making a life. The most important thing is who you have in your life and who you share your life with. Coffins aren’t made with pouches and pockets, so you can’t take all that “stuff†with you. I want to be remembered as a loving caring person who was loved by many….not by what I possessed. Always remember that the most important thing on a headstone is not the dates, but the “dashâ€â€¦.that’s your life’s journey. May peace and love always be with you and may you have the courage to follow your dreams.PLEASE STOP CHILD ABUSE BY CALLING: 1-800-422-4453
PLEASE STOP DOMESTIC ABUSE BY CALLING: 1-800-799-7233..TRAGEDY IN TIN CAN HOLLER BOOK REVIEWS:***Book Review For South Florida Social Magazine's May IssueBy Tom Casey:In this last review of the season, I’ve taken a look at a book published by Global Authors Publications, or GAP. For those of you with writing aspirations, and I suspect there are many, this venue offers legitimate opportunity to have your work competently published and professionally marketed. In “Tragedy in Tin Can Hollerâ€, Floridian Rozetta Mowery has turned the flowery sentimentality we have come to expect of family history on its head: she has written a memoir from hell. Hardscrabble doesn’t begin to describe the Snopes-like existence of this family. Ms. Mowery’s horrific story unfolds in the voice of a sensitive girl from a background of limited prospects, where violence and indecency were commonplace. Her earnest quest for the truth about her family plays against the ferocious characters who emerge from her research. Court transcripts, prison logs, letters, accounts of fraudulent adoptions, and the testimony of witnesses paint a picture of ravenous neglect, incest, and homicide. Here is everything you would never wish to discover about your relatives: Grandma was a hog farmer who lured mail-order husbands to her ranch and killed them, practiced prostitution, infanticide, and turned her son, Seig, the author’s father, into a murderer before he reached adulthood. But reach adulthood he did, married Eliza, and fathered six children. But Seig Mowery, an epic alcoholic and philander, had a violent nature and a criminal mind. After his second incarceration, his six poverty-stricken children were removed from their emotionally broken mother and placed in an orphanage, the author among them. Following his release from prison, Seig returned to his wife, and shortly thereafter, murdered her. The second half of Ms Mowery’s book is a conventional portrait of her brothers and sisters, what happened to each of them and to their children, but a story of privation and misadventure continues. It’s difficult to explain this book’s curious effect. It lifts the lid on a strain of the American experience most of us will never know, and if we did, would be reluctant to discuss. And when you think you’ve heard it all and seen it all, a Mohawk Carpets truck wheels out of nowhere and runs down her sister. It leaves you breathless with wonder at how bad hard luck can be. “We have only two basic responses to life, one is fear and the other is love,†the author writes in her conclusion. In completing her project Rozetta Mowery has explored her capacities for love, taken the healthiest course to redemption, and perhaps most importantly, faced and gone beyond the cruel truths of her own and her family’s past.PLEASE HELP:
I am searching for my beloved mother's guitar. If anyone knows what happened to her guitar, please send me an e-mail. The last person who had posession of it was her brother Edgar Robinson. My mother's guitar is very sentimental to me and my siblings because she played her guitar and sang to us and all the children in Tin Can Holler. Please help me locate my mother's guitar. I will always be deeply grateful to the person and/or persons who can locate it or tell me who may have it and not know that I am looking for it.My beloved mother sang a lot of happy songs when she was alive, but the song that I remember most vividly is the song, "Just A Rose Will Do", which someone sang at her funeral. My mother loved roses and this is a beautiful song. Click video to listen to it.
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