Kelly Saderholm

Kelly Saderholm is a life-long reader and lover of mystery novels of all sorts.  In recent years, she has written, blogged and talked about different aspects of the mystery novel but particularly the history of the genre and women writers.  She has moderated panels on Mystery fiction at the Southern Kentucky Festival of Books and Killer Nashville Literary Conference.  She also presented a series of talks on the mystery genre at Mary
Wood Weldon Memorial Library in Glasgow, Kentucky, as well as leading the “Dixie Dames” Mystery reading group at that library. She has also presented a talk on The History of Women Mystery writers for  Western Kentucky University.

In addition to her love of mystery genre, she is also very fond of folklore, mythology, faery tales, and legends.  She grew up in East Tennessee, immersed in Appalachian Folk-culture and lore, and later received a B. A. degree from Berea College, where she took classes in specifically Appalachian literature, and culture and  folk-lore and mythology in general. She also took graduate level classes in Folk-lore at the University of North Carolina-Greensboro.  She has continued her interest in in Appalachian
literature and folk-lore, attending conferences such as the Mildred Haun Conference and many others.

She is a recipient of the Kentucky Foundation for Women grant  (for writing) and is currently working on a novel and a collection of short stories which combine elements of folk-lore and legend with elements of the mystery genre.

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The Ballad of Greenberry Lily

Old Greenberry Lily sees what she sees
Her visions would bring a man to his knees
Through a glass darkly, the second sights tease
Old Greenberry Lily sees what she sees.

Old Greenberry Lily knows what she knows
More than most mortals, as far as that goes.
She listens to cats, she converses with crows,
Old Greenberry Lily she knows what she knows.

Old Greenberry Lily hears what she hears.
Whispers and secrets not meant for our ears.
Voices of folks who have been dead for years,
Old Greenberry Lily hears what she hears.
 
Old Greenberry Lily creeps where she creeps.
O're Mountain, down valley, through caverns deep.
She walks abroad, while the rest of us sleeps.
Old Greenberry Lily creeps where she creeps.
 
Old Greenberry Lily tells what she tells.
Doom rings in her voice like the tolling of bells.
Her speech is seductive, the casting of spells
Old Greenberry Lily tells what she tells.