The Legend of the White Witch of Rose Hall Sparks a Novel

"Rose Hall Great House" pastel painting ©Mary Montague Sikes

During our first trip to Jamaica, my husband and I decided to take a side-trip that the resort offered to visit Rose Hall Plantation and Great House. We wanted to get to know Jamaica and its people better, and we thought this trip would give us more knowledge of the island nation.

As the tour bus approached the massive Great House, we were not disappointed. The impressive old building, constructed in 1770-80, stood vigilant like a mighty sentinel overlooking the Caribbean Sea. Immediately, we understood why travelers along the highway from Montego Bay could imagine the ghostly form of the “white witch” staring through a dark second floor window.  As we advanced closer to the iconic mansion, I even conjured up images of people from long ago, dressed in period attire, dancing on the portico or perhaps beneath the elegant stone archways. At that moment, the seeds of a novel were planted in my mind.

When the bus pulled to a stop on the grounds, two pretty, young Jamaican women came out to guide

Rose Hall tour guides ©Mary Montague Sikes

our group through the house and the gardens that surrounded it. As we entered the bedroom of the notorious Annie Palmer, one of them began the tale of the “white witch”, said to have murdered three husbands and mistreated her plantation slaves with acts of brutality that resulted in the deaths of many of them. As we gazed at Annie’s canopied bed, I visualized the cruel mistress that the guide explained grew up in Haiti in the care of a high voodoo priestess who taught her black magic. More ideas grew inside my mind. The legend of Annie Palmer would be part of my book.

The old home was dark inside which added to the mystery of this future setting. What if a young woman came from America to work in a hotel resort like the one we where we were staying? What if she came to visit Rose Hall and began having visions like those I imagined as we toured the rooms furnished as they had been all those many years ago?

When I took a deep breath, the visions grew more vivid. Perhaps my heroine could start to wonder if she once lived in this setting. Years earlier, I had read Dr. Ian Stevenson’s book about reincarnation. When my heroine yearned to learn more, she would search for an expert like Dr. Stevenson. I would model a character after him.

The book I was conceiving would be a romance, I decided, as the tour guide told us more of the legend. I needed a hero in my story, someone who lived during the same long-ago time as my heroine. My thoughts grew ever more complicated. The hero would have a lifestyle that permitted him to visit Jamaica for extended periods of time. He would have dreams and memories.

The background for my story grew ever more real, especially when we returned to the Caribbean island again and again. Each time we visited, we learned more about the people, their ways, and the interest of some in obeah. This method of spiritual healing and ritual practices would add depth to my story and to the characterization now blossoming inside my head.

The legend of the white witch, true or embellished, it didn’t matter. That tale and the beautiful tropical island of Jamaica would become a perfect fit for my novel, Hearts Across Forever. Eventually, all the words came to me, and it was written. Imagination, fantasy, reincarnation, danger all brought together in a love story that is now available on Amazon.