This is the story of three generations of Vietnamese-American mothers.  The first, Minh, was a canny businesswoman who escaped from Vietnam shortly after the fall of Saigon, with her devoted husband, daughter, and son, and a significant amount of gold sewn into her children’s clothing.  (She had owned a very lucrative jewelry business – good choice.)  Upon making their way to Florida, they purchased Banyan House, a Gothic manor house complete with the aforementioned massive tree out front. It was here her daughter, Huong, grew […]