A Lesson in Contentment - Part 5

 Good morning, FFFs,

It's a beautiful sunny Friday morning here. We had rain earlier this week and yesterday was the kind of day that just says Spring! My mom and I are planning on going to buy flowers to plant around the bird bath/fountain this afternoon. And tomorrow we go to my brother's house to finally celebrate my youngest niece's 1st birthday. (She's only 13 months old now, so she won't care that her "party" is a month late.)

As for writing and everything, I've managed to get some done. I need to write 400 words today to reach my goal. That doesn't sound like much when I'm used to writing 1k a day, but the last few days have been crazy and yesterday I was struggling to get 500 written. Hopefully it won't be too hard. As long as my brain will focus. It has been bouncing all over the place these last few days. I think it needs a rest. :) Or it needs cleaned out. However, the only way I know to clean my brain out is to get things done, and life has been so crazy and busy and more things just keep getting added to it, that I'm not sure what will happen. I'd love for a full week of boring nothing!

What about you? Do you want things to happen or would you rather they slowed down?

 Here's the final part of this story. It's not the end of the stories about Kelsey and Zoe, but turning the stories into a book is one of the things in my brain that haven't gotten done. Oh, well. Enjoy!

 

A Lesson in Contentment

Part 5 

    It was a more subdued group who gathered their things together and prepared to leave Miss Olive’s hospitable home.
    “How are you getting home, Kels?” Zoe asked, noticing the other girls dashing through the light rain to cars where a parent or friend was waiting. Several of them left together, but Kelsey didn’t seem in any hurry.
    “Oh, I’ll just walk home,” was the easy reply. “That’s how I came.” She started up the steps to change her clothes.
    “But it wasn’t raining then,” protested Zoe.
    Kelsey shrugged with a smile. “It won’t hurt me. I’ll just put on my wet clothes, and I’ll–”
    “Kels!” Zoe exclaimed. “You can’t go out there again and get wet! You’d end up sick.”
    At that Kelsey burst into a merry laugh. “Me? Sick? Zoe, I don’t think a little more rain will hurt me. I’m not going to melt and it isn’t cold.”
    “Aunt Olive.” Zoe called for reinforcements. “Tell Kelsey she shouldn’t think of walking home in the rain after she’s already been out walking in the rain once today.”
    Coming out of the kitchen with Aunt Olive, Wally said, “Why don’t we take her home, Zoe. I have my car and nothing else to do the rest of the day except drop Candace off at her house.”
    “Oh, say you’ll let us, Kels, please!” Zoe begged. “Aunt Olive, tell her it’s all right to accept.”
    Aunt Olive shook her head. “Zoe, Zoe, why don’t you ask her and then give her a chance to answer?”
    “Because I’m afraid she’ll say no.”
    Kelsey looked from one face to another. “I don’t want to inconvenience you if you have to take Candace home–” she began.
    Just then Candace burst into the hall where the others were standing. “Wally, you’re a dear to offer to take me home,” she began not seeming to notice she was interrupting someone, “but I’m going to go with Violet. Her father came to pick her up and said he’d take me too. He’s driving his new car, Zoe! I’m sure you’d be welcome too unless you want to ride in Wally’s old car.” She smiled at her cousins.
    “I thought you liked my car,” Wally said.
    “I do, when I can’t get a ride in a newer model.” She flashed a dazzling smile at him before turning to her other cousin. “Zoe, do you want to go with us?”
    But Zoe shook her head. “No, Wally and I are going to take Kelsey home. Have fun.”
    It was only then that Candace acknowledged Kelsey. With a nod, she said, “Bye, Kelsey.” Then not giving anyone time to say another word, she whirled around and disappeared.

    In a little while Kelsey found herself riding with Zoe and her brother, giving directions for how to get to her house but not saying any other words. She was still thinking about Miss Olive’s story.
    “That’s our house,” she said at last, pointing to a narrow brick structure two stories high. “You can let me off here. Zoe, I’ll bring your dress back to you.”
    “Oh, keep it. It looks better on you than it does on me. Besides, I never looked good in it, did I Wally?”
    Kelsey didn’t hear his answer, if he gave one, for she was already out of the car, her wet garments clutched in her arms. “Thanks for the lift,” she turned to say, her smile bright.
    “You’re welcome. See you on Monday, Kels!”
    As Kelsey ran across the yard to the porch, Zoe watched as the front door opened and girls of all sizes poured onto the covered porch and the sound of their laughter and chatter reached the car.
    “She reminds me of Aunt Olive.”
    Zoe turned to her brother. “I was thinking the same thing. And she’s just like those flowers she picked this afternoon. She brightens things up considerably. I want to take her home.”

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A Lesson in Contentment - Part 4

 Good morning, FFFs!

I hope you've had a lovely week. Mine has been busy, a little crazy, but good.

Last Saturday my sis and I did childcare for a ladies fellowship at church.
Sunday was a normal Sunday except that I worked in the nursery during Sunday School and held a little guy. Such fun! In the afternoon I read. Tried two books and didn't end up continuing either. Then I went out with my BF and flew a kite for a bit. When was the last time You flew a kite?
Monday I mowed the yard for the first time this year. It needed it. I tried to mow around all the wild sweet William. The rest of the day I was trying to catch up on different things that I normally do in the morning.
Tuesday we got snow. All morning. Sometimes it was really heavy and would actually start to stick to things because it was coming down too quickly to melt. But by afternoon it had stopped and everything melted. I wrote 1,500 words that day.
Wednesday was pretty normal. But I had to pick quotes from my 4th of July book. That was a challenge since I've never been much of a favorite quote type person. I was able to get 1,300 words written that day.
Thursday, yesterday I guess it was, my mom, sis, and I went up to spend the day with my grandparents to celebrate my mom's and my birthday. It was a good visit, and then we came home in time for supper. I didn't write last evening. Instead, I started reading one of the other stories for the 4th of July collection. :)
Today at least the 5 youngest nieces and nephews are going to be coming over around lunch time and staying until we're not sure when. Their oldest sister is participating in a "mock trial" for school. This is her 2nd time and while her group won the first event last week, they have a harder team this week to compete against this week. Not sure I'll get any writing in or not.
Tomorrow my best friend and I are going out to celebrate my birthday. We're planning on having a picnic somewhere. Hopefully it will be warm enough to really enjoy it. I hope to write something that day.

Anyway, that's been my week. Add in Camp stuff, real life, emails, and such, and you've got a pretty good look at the business of my week. :) 

I hope you enjoy this next part of this story. I do like Kelsey, Zoe, Wally, and Aunt Olive. Do you?

 

A Lesson in Contentment

Part 4

    Aunt Olive called them into the living room and when they made their appearance, they were motioned to an empty section of the sofa. Plates of the moist lemon cake were handed to them and glasses of root beer. On a low table stood the vase of coreopsis.
    Glancing about half shyly, Kelsey found the other girls, except Candace, looking at Wally who was seated on the love-seat beside his cousin. With a slight shake of her head, she dropped her eyes back to her plate. Why did girls have to be so crazy about boys?
    For some time the room was full of small talk, Kelsey keeping silent and listening as she did every day in school. Finally Aunt Olive set her empty plate down and said, “I think I would like to tell you a little story, if you don’t mind. It is the reason I love these bright flowers so much.” And she nodded to the full vase.
    At her words silence fell on the room; only the soft patter of rain could be heard through the open windows.
    “I was young, just out of high school in fact,” Aunt Olive began, settling herself in her chair and folding her hands. “I had a job in the soda shop and loved every minute of it. But my favorite time was when a certain old friend of mine would walk through the doors. No,” she said, shaking her head at the significant smiles several of the girls exchanged, “he was much too old to be my boyfriend. In fact, he was more like a grandfather. But when I was young, I had found him an interested listener when I needed someone to pour out my troubles to, for my parents were both quite busy. Mr. Williamson would often bring me a posy when he came. It might be a rose, or a wildflower he had picked along the side of the road.
    “One day he came in with a single coreopsis in his hand. ‘For you,’ he said, handing it to me. ‘Because you make every day like sunshine.’ It was so sweet of him, and I didn’t notice the young man who was standing beside him. The young man was his grandson and we were introduced. For several days Mr. Williamson brought me a coreopsis or two each evening. They brightened up my room at home.
    “Over the next few weeks I began to notice his grandson, Ernest. We would talk, and before long he would show up at the soda shop when Mr. Williamson couldn’t. Yes, girls, we fell in love over the course of the following months. We got engaged and planned on being married the following early summer when the coreopsis were in full bloom. But the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor that December. Ernest wasn’t in the army, but he joined before Christmas.”
    A long pause followed, and the room was so quiet that Kelsey distinctly heard the purring of Miss Olive’s cat from across the room where it lay curled up on the back of the love-seat.
    “He was given a short furlough before being shipped out,” Aunt Olive began again, one hand holding something which hung from a chain about her neck. “It wasn’t very long, but it was time I have always been grateful for. We could have gotten married then, but neither of us wanted to. Ernest said he wanted me to be free should anything happen to him, and I–well, I didn’t want a rushed wedding. We wrote to each other often. I wrote every day, and when the coreopsis were in bloom, I pressed one and sent it to him. He carried it tucked inside his small Bible the rest of his life.” Closing her eyes, Aunt Olive drew a deep breath. “He was killed on the beaches at the invasion of Normandy.”
    A gasp came from the girls in the room, and Kelsey felt her eyes fill with tears.
    “The fields here at home were full of coreopsis.” Tenderly she took off her necklace and held it in her open hand: a pair of dog-tags and a ring. For a long minute she sat looking at them. “Mr. Williamson died shortly after the news of Ernest’s death reached us. He hadn’t been well for months.”
    A half sob came from Zoe, and Kelsey gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
    “It’s all right to cry. I did. I still do some times, but when I see one of these lovely little flowers,” and she leaned forward and with gentle finger touched a golden petal, “I am reminded of something my old friend told me the day before he died. ‘Olive,’ he said, holding my hand in his, ‘life isn’t easy. It’s hard, and we may want to hide our faces, but don’t do it. Be like those bright yellow flowers out there. They bloom in the rain because when the sun is shining they kept their faces turned toward it. They may not live long, but they brighten the world wherever they grow. Keep your face toward Jesus Christ, and you’ll be able to smile in the rain as well as in the sunshine. Don’t stop brightening the world just because Ernest has gone. Promise me you won’t turn bitter, Olive Child.’ With his tired, worn hand in mine, and a vase of lovely coreopsis blooming beside the bed, I promised. And, God helping me, I’ve kept that promise. It hasn’t always been easy, but the sight of these flowers always helps.”
    Giving a long sigh, Miss Olive smiled. “I haven’t told that story before, but Kelsey’s gift was such a sweet reminder that I thought you all might like to hear it. You all have the same choice I have, you can frown and wilt under the rain of trials, or you can keep your face bright with the light of Jesus Christ.”

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A Lesson in Contentment - Part 3

 Hello,

How are you this chilly, cloudy, rainy morning? Of course it might not be cloudy and rainy where you live. Funny, isn't it, to think that those who read this blog post are all most likely experiencing different weather from everyone else.

Life feels crazy busy. Juggling has never been something I've been very good at. Are you good at juggling? I taught writing class yesterday. Camp is still going on and means I have more work to do with that, oh, and to make it even better, our internet has been really slow or almost not working several times. Helpful, don't you think? (Notice the sarcastic voice.) My sis and I are providing child care tomorrow for a ladies fellowship at church. There are 13 kids and a baby signed up.

I've been writing. I finished and sent off "Lessons from Liberty" (my 4th of July story), so that's done! Yay! Now I'm back to "Phil Wood." It was slow going until I realized I was afraid of the story. Afraid I was going to mess something up again and have to rearrange or cut out parts because it didn't fit. So I was trying to make sure every idea was thought through to the end before I wrote it. Ha! For a planner that might be a good thing, but for someone who writes best without planning, it was a terrible idea. I ended up erasing all my carefully planned thoughts and just writing. And it's going so much easier and smoother now!

 I can't believe this month is half way over! I want to slow it down, but I'm still looking for the pause button. Has anyone found it yet?

I hope you enjoy the next part of this Kelsey story.

 

A Lesson in Contentment

Part 3

    Zoe’s shout made Kelsey pause in the middle of the stream and look back at the bridge. Some boy was standing beside Zoe, but she wasn’t sure who it was.
    “Don’t worry, I’m just going to get a few of the ones with more red in them, then I’ll be done.” She chose to ignore the presence of the stranger though she couldn’t help wondering who he was. “If it’s someone from school, the news will be all over by tomorrow that I was seen walking barefooted in the stream picking weeds. But these are not weeds. Humph! Why do I care what they think of me?”
    When she couldn’t hold another flower in her hand, she carefully walked back up stream and then paused glancing at both banks. Which would be easier to climb up?
    “Here, I’ll give you a hand up,” a masculine voice said, and the young man left the bridge and stood on the bank of the stream with his hand out.
    It would have been rude to refuse, and Kelsey hated to be rude. In a few minutes, therefore, she was standing on the road again while Zoe exclaimed over the beauty of the flowers.
    “Oh, excuse me, Kels,” Zoe said after a moment, “let me introduce you to my brother, Wally. Wally, this is Kelsey.”
    “Hi,” Wally greeted her cordially. “I’ve seen you at school but have never been introduced. It’s nice to finally get to meet you.”
    “Hi.” Kelsey nodded and focused her attention on rearranging the flowers so that the ones with red were more mixed with the others. Having grown up with a house full of girls, she wasn’t sure what to say around boys. Except for her sister’s friend; he felt like one of the family.
    “Say, do you girls want a lift home? Aunt Olive told me where to find you and said you’d been out a while.”
    “We’d ruin your car, Wally,” Zoe laughed. “In case you hadn’t noticed, we are rather wet.”
    “You can stand on the running boards on either side. I’d drive slowly. It would be faster than you could walk. And easier on your feet.” He glanced significantly at Zoe’s bare feet. “Come on,” he coaxed.
    Linking her arm in Kelsey’s Zoe replied, “What do you have up your sleeve, Wallace?”
    “A piece of Aunt Olive’s lemon cake,” admitted Wally with a grin. “She promised me one if I’d bring you two back.”
    Kelsey, having finished arranging her flowers, looked at Zoe and raised her eyebrows. It really didn’t matter to her what they did. She wouldn’t mind a lift, though she had never ridden on the running board of a car before.
    It only took Zoe a moment to give in, provided that Kelsey would come with them. Not feeling the need to refuse, Kelsey nodded and was soon laughing with delight as the gentle rain pelted her face and the wind tossed her wet curls.
    The ride was brief and when they had reached the house, Kelsey gathered her flowers which had been laid on an old shirt on the seat, and thanked Wally shyly.
    “Come along, girls,” he said, motioning them forward. “I believe Aunt Olive would rather see you dripping water in her kitchen then in the hallway.”
    Aunt Olive’s greeting was cordial and she handed each girl a towel, telling Zoe she’d probably find clean, dry clothes in the guest room. “Come down when you’re dry,” she told them.
    Kelsey held out her flowers. “These are for you, Miss Olive. I thought they matched your kitchen.”
    “Coreopsis! Kelsey, did Zoe tell you these are my favorite flowers?”
    “No.”
    “I didn’t know they were, Aunt Olive,” Zoe turned around at the door to say.
    “They are. Wally, would you get that vase.” She opened an upper cabinet and pointed. “I think there are enough flowers to fill it.” She was right, and soon the vase with its bright nodding flowers stood on the table. “These take me back a long time ago,” she mused half aloud. Her hand reached up and she clutched something inside her dress. “I–” With a quick shake of her head, she turned to the girls. “Go on. Get out of those wet clothes and then come back. I’ll have some lemon cake waiting for you.”
    Kelsey soon found herself dry and in borrowed clothes. The dress was a perfect fit and Zoe nodded approvingly.
    “Candace and I have spent so many nights here at Aunt Olive’s that we’ve taken to leaving some of our clothes so we don’t have to pack every time. That dress fits your slender figure much better than it ever did me. Are you ready to go down?”
    Giving another look in the mirror, Kelsey shrugged. “My hair looks terrible, but it always does after it gets wet unless I spend a long time fixing it properly.”
    “Nonsense! You look fine!” remonstrated Zoe. “I love your curls. They fit you. Now let’s go down before Wally eats all the cake. What do you suppose the other girls have done in our absence?”
    Kelsey had completely forgotten about the other girls. Perhaps it had been rude to run off and leave them even if they had offered the others a chance to go with them. Candace would be sure to make some remark about her hair or her borrowed dress. For the first time since she had arrived, Kelsey wished it was time to leave and she could set off for home. But Zoe didn’t give her time to think any longer, for she linked arms with her in the friendly fashion she had, and together they descended the stairs.

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A Lesson in Contentment - Part 2

 Good morning, FFF,

I hope you are enjoying this month of April. I was until the weather got warmer and we had the windows open and allergies hit me. :P I'm still fighting an allergy cold. I'm feeling better than I was, but not back to normal yet. And I've been busy. It feels like this month is crazy full!

Saturday was busy as I was trying to get a lot written and do some other things. I ended up not writing too much.

Sunday I sang in the ladies ensemble for church, then got to read in the afternoon at home. So nice.

Monday I reached the end of my 4th of July story! It's out to beta readers now.

Tuesday was one long and boring day. I worked as an election judge and had 16 people come in to vote. I can't say that I was too surprised since the only thing on the ballot was school board and none of the 3 people had been on before, so you couldn't check their track record.

Wednesday I was so tired! And spent most of the day playing catch-up. I did get some planning and plotting done for "Phil Wood" so that I could write.

Thursday was busy. Almost all my nieces and nephews were over all morning and half the afternoon. I helped Sissy design a mock cover for her story for school. Helped Funny Boy trace and cut out a baseball bat for his school project, listened to Doodle Bug read his school paper, played some violin/piano duets with Goof Ball, and played with Buddy, Missy, and Buster. I did get almost 500 words written, but they were words hard to come by because I was so tired.

Today. Maybe today I'll be able to get some things done. My family is going to a school performance for some of my nephews this evening so I'll have to write before then if I'm going to write.

 Anyway, that was a very short glance at my week. Add to that Camp stuff, regular life, emails, and more. Yep, I'm busy. But here's the next part of the story. Hope you enjoy it.

 

 A Lesson in Contentment

Part 2

    Before Kelsey could think of something to say, Aunt Olive was back. “It looks like you girls are on your own. Have fun and don’t catch a chill, or your mothers will never let me invite you again.” With that laughing remark, Aunt Olive waved the two dripping girls back out into the rain.
    The walk was delightful. Kelsey, used to walking barefooted through wet grass, over rocks and along broken sidewalks, thought the paved road an easy path and walked along confidently. But Zoe, her feet tender, felt each small pebble and, though she said nothing, half wished she had worn her sandals. To keep her mind off her feet she asked, “How many brothers and sisters do you have, Kelsey?”
    “Seven. One older sister and the rest younger sisters.”
    “No brothers?”
    “Not one. Poor Dad always wanted a son, but he got daughters instead. He likes to tease Lauren, she’s my older sister, and me by saying that all the girls have been used up in the family now and we’ll no doubt get a house full of boys when we get married.” She laughed brightly and tossed back her wet hair.
    “Do you believe him?”
    “It doesn’t matter if I believe him or not. Neither one of us is married. Lauren does have a boyfriend though. And I think–” she hesitated and then lingered in the road until Zoe was right beside her. “I think he’s going to propose soon.” The sparkle in her eyes and the bright smile showed just how delighted she was.
    “Oh, Kels! How exciting!” And Zoe clapped her hands.
    “But you must not say anything about it, because I don’t know for sure, and I don’t want Lauren to suspect anything.”
    Zoe promised silence and then exclaimed, pointing ahead, “Look, there’s the bridge!”
    Soon the girls stood leaning over the railing watching the water dance and swirl below them.
    “Kels,” Zoe asked, “why are you so quiet at school?”
    Without turning around, Kelsey replied, “I’ve never been good in large crowds; besides, everyone else always has things to say, and I like to listen.”
    “Well, what things do you like to do? Besides take walks in the rain.” And Zoe smiled.
    Kelsey laughed and tipped her face back and closed her eyes against the falling moisture. “I often ride my bike to the old folks home and visit with the residents. Sometimes one or two of my sisters will go with me. I could sit and listen to them tell stories for hours.” Shaking off some of the water from her face, she looked over at the girl beside her. “I suppose you think I’m strange.”
    “Why? Because you enjoy visiting the older folks?”
    Kelsey nodded. “Most girls give me a sympathetic look and soon after find an excuse to leave me.” Picking up a pebble from the side of the bridge, she dropped it into the water below. It made a soft splash and the ripples spread out to mingle and combine with the ripples from the raindrops.
    “I don’t think you’re strange. I like listening to my grandmother, well, actually she’s my great grandmother. She lives with us, you know. You should come see her sometime,” she invited warmly. “I know she would enjoy a visit. And so would I.”
    Stealing a glance at the speaker, Kelsey wondered if Zoe was just being polite or if she was in earnest.
    Almost as though Zoe read her thoughts, she added, “I’m mean it, Kels. I would love to have you come over. Sometimes it gets rather dull in our large house. Do you live in a large house? I would think you’d have to with all you girls.”
    A merry laugh escaped Kelsey’s lips. “Large house? Us? You wouldn’t call it large.” Another laugh burst forth. “Zoe, the eight of us girls share two bedrooms and in each bedroom are two sets of bunk beds. Mom and Dad have the other bedroom. There are two bathrooms in the entire house, and the kitchen is so small that if anyone is in there cooking, you have to practically go outside to turn around. I could invite you over some time, but it’s not exactly the kind of place most people want to come to.”
    “Well, I want to see it.”
    “You’d be the first person who does.” There was no bitterness in Kelsey’s voice, just a matter of fact statement. “Come on,” she suggested, changing the subject. “Let’s see what the water looks like on the other side of the bridge.”
    Quickly the girls crossed the road and leaned over the railing.
    “Oh, Zoe! Look at those flowers!” Kelsey pointed to the golden yellow coreopsis which bloomed all along the bank. “Wouldn’t those look lovely in your aunt’s kitchen?”
    “Yes. And Aunt Olive does love flowers. But Kels, we’d get drenched trying to pick some in this rain with the grass so tall.”
    “Zoe, we already are drenched,” Kelsey chuckled. “We have been out in the rain, you know. But you might tear your dress. Mine will be fine. Wait for me; I’m going to get a handful.” So saying, she hurried from the bridge, and was soon pushing her way through the long wet grass down to the water’s edge where the flowers were growing thickest. Looking up, she waved at Zoe before proceeding to gather one flower after another. She wasn’t content to remain on the slope at the edge of the water, for she saw more lovely ones growing on a tiny island in the stream.
    “Kels! Be careful!”

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A Lesson in Contentment - Part 1

 Good morning,

I really need to write some more short stories. I was searching through my list of what I'd posted and I wasn't finding many that weren't just shared. Today's story was first published here in 2017. I had hoped that by now I would have finished the book about Kelsey and her family, but I haven't. I've written a few other stories about them, but not the full book.

This week has been busy. Haven't they all been this way? I taught yesterday, and babysat my nieces and nephews last evening. And KDWC started yesterday. I worked in the nursery on Wednesday night, so I didn't get much written then. However, on Monday and Tuesday I was able to write 2k words each day. That was fun. I ended up writing more in March than I had ever written in a month before. We'll see what April looks like.

Anyway, here's your story, or the first part of it anyway. Enjoy!

 

Smiling in the Rain

Part 1

    Feeling foolish, Kelsey ducked her head and stared at her sandal as she spun it around with her toe on the wooded floor of the neat living room.
    An uncomfortable silence pervaded the room for thirty seconds before Zoe laughed. “Of course I think that going outside in this rain would be fun. Who cares about our hair. Come on, Kelsey, let’s go.” Springing to her feet, Zoe almost skipped across the floor and pulled the blushing girl to her feet.
    No one else made a move to join them as they disappeared from the room.
    Once the two girls were alone in the hall, Kelsey stopped short. “You don’t have to go outside, Zoe,” she whispered. “I just made that suggestion because the others wanted something new to do, and Candace kept vetoing every sensible idea. I–”
    “I know.” There was a merry twinkle in the taller girl’s eyes. “Candace likes to rule the girls, and most of them are more than willing to follow her lead. But she’s not the only leader. I’m just glad you did suggest this. I’ve been longing to get out in the rain all day!”
    “You have?” And Kelsey eyed the well-dressed girl in astonishment.
    “Yep.” At Kelsey’s continued stare, Zoe went on. “Look Kels, just because I come from a family with considerable means doesn’t necessarily signify that I’m a snob.” Her grin took away the sting such blunt words might have caused. “Now come on, let’s go have some fun.”
    Leaving their sandals on the covered porch, the two girls, one from the upper, wealthier side of town and the one from the other side of the tracks, ran down the steps and into the light summer rain.
    Kelsey loved the rain. Tipping her head back, she squinted her eyes against the drops. With a toss of her head that freed her red hair from the confines of bobby pins, she laughed in pure delight.
    “Oh, this is fun!” Zoe exclaimed. “Kels, do you ever stomp in the puddles?”
    “Of course! Where are they?” And Kelsey, feeling that for the first time in years she might have a friend, blinked the drops from her lashes and hurried over to Zoe who was standing before a large puddle. “Come on, let’s jump on the count of three.”
    “All right. One, two, three!”
    The splash sent the water as high as their knees and caused both girls to laugh merrily.
    After several minutes of enjoying the puddle and the rain, Kelsey ventured to remark, “I love to walk in the rain.”
    “Barefoot?”
    “Uh huh.”
    “All right, where shall we go?” questioned Zoe, apparently ready for anything.
    Kelsey looked around. “I don’t know. I’m not in this part of town very often. At home I like to walk down to the creek and watch the water. Sometimes I go visit old Mrs. Mead. She always has a fire going on rainy days and I get dried off there and listen to her tell stories.”
    “Oh, Kels, that sounds like fun. How far away is Mrs. Mead’s house?”
    Kelsey raised her eyebrows. “Too far for us to walk.”
    Zoe looked disappointed, but she shrugged and said, “Oh, well. Let’s walk down to the drug store. We could get something to drink there.”
    At that suggestion, Kelsey burst into laughter. “Zoe, we look like a couple of drowned rats! We’d never hear the end of it at school if we did such a thing, for someone we know is bound to be there with it being Saturday!”
    Reaching up, Zoe pushed back a bit of her dark hair which was plastered to her face. “I suppose so, but don’t you think we could walk down to the stream? It’s not too far from here.”
    Looking back toward the house, Kelsey hesitated. “I wish some of the other girls would come out,” she remarked softly. “I feel sort of bad going out and leaving them.”
    “Well, don’t feel bad. Aunt Olive invited all of us girls so we could enjoy the day together. She loves both her nieces, but she knows Candace can be a snob and overly bossy. Suppose we run around to the kitchen, I’m sure Aunt Olive will be in there, and we can ask her.”
    With a feeling of relief, Kelsey nodded and squeezed Zoe’s hand as hers was taken in a friendly clasp.
    Aunt Olive was indeed in the kitchen and stared in astonishment at the two girls standing on her back porch before she began to laugh heartily. “Oh, girls, are you having fun?”
    “Yes, Aunt Olive,” Zoe nodded. “But Kels and I want to walk down to the stream, but we want to know if you think it would be rude to run off and leave the others.”
    “Didn’t they want to join you?”
    Zoe shrugged. “Candace is in one of her moods, and I don’t know if we can convince any of the others to join us or not. But may we take a walk, Aunt Olive? You have no idea how delightful this rain is!”
    “Suppose I go and find out if any of the others want to go too.”
    Zoe nodded quickly and Aunt Olive disappeared.
    “I don’t think anyone will come, do you?” Zoe asked in low tones.
    Kelsey shrugged. The afternoon was not starting off as she had thought it would. Well, it had started off with the usual stiff circle of girls, and one in particular who didn’t want to do anything, but things had rapidly changed. 

Do you like walking in the rain?

How was your week?

Have you ever been with people who act like Zoe's friends?

Kelsey's Christmas - Part 7

Good morning FFFs,

I can not believe it's the 22nd of December! Christmas is Monday! Impossible. At least it feels that way. Has your December disappeared like Christmas cookies before hungry children? Or has it lingered like fruitcake?

What has happened this week?

Last Saturday I joined some other friends from church at an assisted living center nearby, and we sang and played Christmas music for an hour. They loved it!

Sunday evening was the Christmas program at church. My sister and I do bells with the children, and they did a great job playing "The First Noel" for the program. There was a fellowship meal afterwards and lots of visiting.

Come Monday late afternoon, it was time to head back to church for caroling. Only this year I was in charge of it! It took some creativity to fit everyone into only 10 vehicles since we had 65 people going! But we did it. Each vehicle had glow sticks to tape to the back window of their car so we could keep track of each other. We went to 7 widows' houses and sang to them. One lady said she felt like she had her own personal choir. 😊 And a car stopped in the road to listen to us. Then we went back to the church for chili, cookies, and hot drinks.

Tuesday was quiet and I got to stay home.

Wednesday was the same. We ended up watching a Christmas movie while we ate supper.

Yesterday was the first day of winter. And guess what? It got up to 74º! Yeah, so much for cold and snow. We were going to babysit my nieces and nephews last evening, but two of them were getting over being sick, and my brother had the chills and fever now. So they all stayed home.

This afternoon we have the first puppet outreach with the puppet team from church. I know some of the kids are sick, so hopefully we'll still have enough to do it.

Not sure about tomorrow. My brother and his family were supposed to be coming to do Christmas with us, but that may have to wait until after Christmas if they're still sick.

And there you have it. I won't be posting next week. At least I doubt it. We'll be heading up to my grandparents' house that morning. So Merry Christmas! And happy New Year!

Kesley's Christmas

Part 7

    It was planned at last. Zoe had given up her idea of costumes and a large group once she found out that Kelsey didn’t want it. Once again borrowing the truck from his uncle, Wally drove it over to the McKenzie’s home, the back filled with straw and a pile of warm blankets. The night was colder than it had been before, for the sky was covered in clouds and everyone expected it to begin snowing before they returned. Mr. and Mrs. McKenzie had decided to join the fun, and Mike gave up his seat behind the wheel to Mr. McKenzie.
    “Belle, do you want to ride up front with Daddy and me?” Mrs. McKenzie asked.
    Belle shook her head quickly.
    Huddled together under blankets, the riders managed to stay warm until the old folks’ home was reached. Then everyone climbed out and headed inside where it was warm.
    Walking the halls, the carolers filled the air with the sweet and joyful tidings of Christ’s birth. At many doors, Kelsey would slip inside and return a few moments later, leaving the door open wide so the resident could hear better.
    Back again in the truck, Kelsey watched the lights of the home until they had disappeared behind them. She hoped they had left a bit of Christmas cheer behind them.

    Altogether the night was one to remember. The carolers walked the neighborhood where the mayor, doctor and several other influential people in town lived, bringing most to their doors to listen. They visited Wally and Zoe’s grandma, and much to her delight, came around the house to the door which led to her apartment from the garden. The next stop was Aunt Olive who invited them all to come in and warm up a few minutes. This invitation they gladly accepted, for their toes and fingers were a bit numb. After thawing out and singing a few more carols, the group returned to the truck. A few snowflakes were starting to fall, and heads tipped back squinting against the light flakes.
    “Are we heading back to the house now?” Mr. McKenzie asked as everyone began climbing back into the truck.
    “Daddy,” Kelsey begged, hurrying over to him and speaking low, “can’t we carol around our own neighborhood? No one ever does it, and I know so many of the families would enjoy it.” She didn’t add, “More than some of the others had,” but she couldn’t help thinking it. It hadn’t been her idea to visit the wealthy neighborhoods, and she had remained hidden in the back of the group, feeling shy and out of place.
    “Well, I don’t see why not. It’s not late yet. Perhaps we’ll just park the truck at home though and you all can walk.”
    Kelsey nodded. She knew Belle at least was tired and cold.
    Mr. McKenzie told the others of the plan as Kelsey took Wally’s hand to climb into the truck.

    The snow was still light when they reached home, and everyone scrambled out.
    “It’ll be good to walk a little,” Lottie said, brushing the hay off her coat. “Where are we going?”
    Kelsey mentioned a few names, and Lottie started off the others trailing behind, except for Mrs. McKenzie, Belle, and Shannon who had stayed behind to warm up and heat the water for hot drinks.
    Lottie suggested that they sing as they walked. “That way more houses can hear us.”
    “I thought we wanted the people to hear, not the houses,” Mike teased.

*

    Finding the snow growing heavier and sticking to the streets, Wally pulled his sister from the lively conversation she was having. “We’d better get home, Zoe,” he said. “We don’t want Mom and Grandma to worry and send Dad out looking for us.”
    “Oh, I had so much fun! Thank you for thinking of it, Kels!” And Zoe gave her friend a warm hug. “And thank you, Mr. and Mrs. McKenzie for letting us join your family again.”
    “You’re welcome to join us anytime you want to Zoe,” Mrs. McKenzie replied heartily. “And you too, Wally.”
    “Thank you, ma’am. Good night everyone. Merry Christmas!”
    Calls of “Merry Christmas” followed Wally and Zoe as they hurried through the falling snow to the truck. The blankets had all been shaken, folded, and set in the front so the snow wouldn’t make them wet.
    Shivering in her seat, Zoe folded her arms around her and looked back at the brightly lit house. “You know, Wally,” she said, “the McKenzie family is one of the few families I know who share the real joy of Christmas.”
    “Yep. I noticed that Kelsey didn’t seem to be enjoying herself when we were in our neighborhood except when we sang to Grandma. But when we were singing for those who were lonely or sick, she seemed to forget herself.”
    “I’m sure she did. She has such a tender heart. Wally, I’m glad Kelsey suggested going caroling. It’s made Christmas extra special this year.”

Have you ever been caroling?

Are you ready for Christmas?

Are you tired of trying to read this blog each week?

Kelsey's Christmas - Part 6

Here's the next to last part of Kelsey's Christmas. Enjoy!

    Cookies and hot chocolate that late were a novelty for the younger McKenzie girls, and they sat at the table with their half-filled mugs, cookies, and sparkling eyes. From the corner of the room, Kelsey watched in silence, sipping her hot drink and savoring the flavor of her Christmas cookie. Mike, Wally, and Lauren stood near the door talking, while Mrs. Wittenmyer sat at the table with the younger ones telling them something amusing, for their giggles erupted now and then. Lottie and Zoe were walking about the large kitchen talking. At last Zoe left Lottie at the table and hurried over to Kelsey.
    “What are you planning?” she whispered.
    “Planning?” Kelsey echoed, confusion in her voice.
    “You have an idea for something; I saw the look on your face while we were singing to Grandma. And now you’re off by yourself with that look still there.”
    “What look?”
    “Oh, come on, Kels, just tell me,” begged Zoe. “I know it’ll be fun.”
    After chewing the last bite of her cookie and cupping her hands around her warm mug, Kelsey gave in. “It really wasn’t much, and I don’t know if we could do it since it’s so close to Christmas and all, but I thought it would be fun to go caroling–”
    A squeal from Zoe interrupted every conversation in the kitchen, and all eyes turned toward the two girls. Kelsey felt her face grow hot and wished she’d kept her mouth shut. But it was too late for that now. Zoe fairly quivered with excitement, and the hot chocolate in her mug would have splashed over the edges if there had been more of it.
    “When can we do it, Kels?” Zoe asked, completely oblivious that everyone was now watching and listening. “Where would we go? Oh, wouldn’t it be fun if we could dress up? You know, like they have pictures of on the old Christmas cards and things. Kelsey, you have the best ideas!”
    “What idea?” Wally asked.
    Zoe whirled around. “She suggested we go caroling! Oh, Wally, doesn’t that sound just grand?”
    “Tonight?”
    “No, of course not.” Zoe turned back around. “Kels, when did you say we were going to do this?”
    “I didn’t.” Kelsey wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry. Zoe seemed to take it for granted that everything was settled. Looking across the room, Kelsey caught Lauren’s eye with a look that pleaded for help.
    “Zoe,” Lauren said, answering the silent plea, a smile on her face, “why don’t we all think about it and then get together to see if it will even work out. There isn’t much time left before Christmas, you know.”
    Then, before Zoe could do more than nod, Mike added, “And we really should be going. Mr. McKenzie doesn’t want the younger ones out late, and it’s already getting on towards that now. Thank you, Mrs. Wittenmyer, for your hospitality.”
    The girls echoed their thanks, Wally brought in the coats, and soon everyone was bundled up again for the ride home.
    It seemed colder to Kelsey than it had been before, as Mike offered his hand to help her up into the back of the truck. “I think the caroling is a great idea, Kels,” he whispered, “but don’t talk it over on the way home or Zoe and Lottie might get carried away.”
    Nodding, Kelsey settled herself in the hay between Shannon and Belle and made sure the blankets were wrapped warmly around them. The last thing she wanted was for her little idea to get out of hand. She gave an inward sigh when Lottie and Zoe, seated next to each other, commenced talking adamantly. Though she couldn’t hear everything they were saying, she caught enough to know that her idea was undergoing massive planning and being turned into a production.
    A hand touched her shoulder, and turning, she saw Wally had changed his seat and was now on the other side of Belle.
    “Don’t worry,” he said quietly, “I’ll try to calm Zoe down on the way home. Right now she’s too excited about the idea.”
    “Thanks.”

    Upon reaching the McKenzie house, it was discovered that the youngest girls had fallen asleep. Shannon was partly roused enough to stumbled to the back of the truck and into Mike’s arms so he could carry her inside. But Belle slept on, so Wally picked her up and said, “I’ll take her in, Kelsey. No use waiting for Mike to return.”

*

    Up in their room that night, Lauren, Lottie, Marie, and Kelsey talked over the idea of caroling. Lottie was eager to find or make outfits from Dickens, but Lauren and Kelsey vetoed that idea.
    “Lott, I wanted to make this a blessing to others, not a production,” Kelsey said, staring up in the dark at the bottom of Lottie’s bunk. “Can’t we just put on our coats and walk to the old folks’ home and sing for them? And maybe go to a few other houses, like Miss Olive’s?”
    “But we’d probably get more people to join us if we were going to the larger houses,” Lottie said.
    Marie’s soft voice came from the other top bunk. “I don’t want to go if there are going to be lots of people. Can’t it just be us and Mike, and Zoe and Wally?”
    “I think that would be good, Mair,” Lauren agreed, adding before Lottie could say anything, “It would be easier to plan and might actually happen, Lott.”
    A long silence fell on the room before Lottie said, “I guess you’re right. But I don’t know if Zoe will like it.”
    Lauren gave a soft laugh. “Leave Zoe to Wally. Mike and I talked the idea over on the way home, and then Mike talked a few minutes with Wally before they left.”
    “He did promise me he’d try to get her calmed down,” Kelsey whispered. “But I’m too tired to talk about this any more. Good night.”

Would you be more like Zoe and Lottie?

Or like Marie?

Or perhaps like Lauren and Kelsey?

Kelsey's Christmas - Part 5

Enjoy this next part!

    Once introductions were over, Mrs. Wittenmyer motioned with her hands. “Sit down everyone, do. It’ll feel more like a friendly visit instead of a duty. Oh, I know,” she added when Kelsey glanced over at Lauren with some anxiety, “you all can’t stay long, but I do hope you’ll tell me a little about the sights in town. Is it too cold riding in the back of the truck?” She looked at Penny as she spoke.
    “No, ma’am! We have straw to sit on and blankets to wrap around us. And we’ve been singing. Well, we were until we got to all the pretty lights and windows in town. But the tree in the park is so beautiful!”
    “Oh, Grandma, it really is,” Zoe added, sitting down cross-legged next to Kelsey. “There are thousands of colored lights on it!”
    “And red, gold, white, blue, and silver balls all over it,” put in Lottie. “And at the very top is a huge star! I’ve never seen the town tree so pretty before. But it would be even better with fresh snow on the ground and on the branches.” She sighed and looked dreamily into the fire.
    Grandma Wittenmyer had many questions about the lights they had seen, about the shop windows and what the displays looked like. It didn’t take long before everyone, even the shyest of the McKenzie girls, had something to say. Finally Kelsey caught Mike’s eye and nodded toward the clock on the mantle.
    With a little cough, Mike interrupted Zoe’s detailed description of one shop window. “It’s starting to grow late, and I promised not to keep the girls out past nine. I’m sorry, but we’re really going to have to leave soon.”
    Zoe sprang up. “But we have to have our hot cocoa and cookies. Mom will be waiting for us. Thanks so much for letting us come visit, Grandma. I’ll tell you all about everything tomorrow.” She kissed her cheek.
    The others had gotten to their feet, and added their own murmured thanks to Zoe’s.
    “Oh, please,” Mrs. Wittenmyer said, “won’t you sing just one Christmas song for me before you leave? I don’t get out, and I would so love to hear some young voices singing again.”
    Kelsey looked at the others. She didn’t mind singing, but what song should they sing? “Do you have a favorite?” she asked at last when everyone remained silent.
    “My favorite is ‘It Came Upon a Midnight Clear’. Do you all know that one?”
    Kelsey nodded.
    “Start it, Kels,” Lauren whispered. “We’ll follow.”
    Though feeling a little shy, Kelsey did, and the others joined right in.
“It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold.”

    The young voices filled the dim room with life and cheer as the old carol was sung. When the third verse began, many of the singers, not remembering the words, dropped out to hum along, leaving Kelsey, Lauren, Mike, and Lottie to carry the verse in a quartet.

“O ye beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow:
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.”

    As Kelsey sang those words, she saw two tears roll down Mrs. Wittenmyer’s faded cheeks, though her smile never changed. Was she thinking about her life and the toil and pain she had gone through? A sudden thought struck Kelsey, and though her mouth sang the final verse, her mind was as far from the words she sang as a mind could be.
    The song over, everyone said good bye and followed Wally through halls and rooms to the kitchen where they found Mrs. Wittenmyer, the younger, waiting for them.

Have you ever sung for an older person?

Kelsey's Christmas – Part 4

Morning FFFs!

I think some of you still read these posts even if the month is flying by. I can't keep up. I was going to do a lot of Christmas-y posts for you, but in case you hadn't noticed, that hasn't happened. Sorry. I don't know what has happened to my days. I feel like I'm working on one thing and then another, and I still can't get things done. I've hardly had time to write. I'm working on getting everything organized and put together for our Monday caroling to the widows at church. It's always so much fun, and everyone looks forward to it, but this is the first year I've been in charge of it. *gulp* I still have to get new directions typed up as the old ones we had were so basic that it was still easy to get lost.

Tomorrow night I'm joining several others at an Assisted Living Center nearby to sing for the residence. Then on Sunday evening is the church Christmas program and fellowship meal afterwards. Then comes Caroling on Monday.

I was going to write a Tour of Garlandsburg, but it didn't happen. Sorry. But I hope you enjoy this next part of Kelsey's Christmas.

Kelsey's Christmas

Part 4

    Kelsey didn’t say a word as the others scrambled to their feet, brushing off hay and shivering in the cold. Feeling shy, she followed Belle to the end of the truck where Wally was waiting to help them down. The others were gathered at the end of the walk. If they had to go, Kelsey was at least thankful that Mike and Lauren were with them.
    Zoe led the way up the path, onto the wide porch, and flung open the double front doors, waving them all into a large entry way. A wide staircase wound its way upward before them while doorways on either side gave glimpses of fine rooms with high class furniture. Everyone seemed awed into silence staring about them.
    “Mom?” Zoe called.
    A door opened, and a lovely woman came out, a bright smile on her face and looking so much like Zoe, that Kelsey lost some of her timidity. “Welcome, all of you. Wally, Zoe, take their coats. I gave Linda the night off, so don’t wait for her. Just put them in the dining room, Wally,” she directed as coats were taken off, hats, gloves and scarfs tucked into pockets and sometimes sleeves. “Now, I know I’ve seen you all in town, but I’ve never gotten to properly meet all of you. I’m Mrs. Wittenmyer.” She held out her hand.
    Mike took it and introduced himself, but before he could do more than look at the others, Zoe interrupted.
    “Oh, do let me introduce them, Mike. I think I can get everyone’s name right. Mom, this is Lauren, Kelsey, Lottie, Marie, Ellen, Penny, Shannon, and Belle.” She looked quickly back at Kelsey. “Did I get them all right?”
    Kelsey shook her head, an amused smile on her face. “You mixed up Ellen and Penny.”
    “I didn’t. I did?” She stared at the two girls, and when one giggled, Zoe shook her head. “That’s Penny. They look so much alike!”
    “You need more practice, Sis,” Wally teased, coming back into the room. “Is Grandma awake?” he asked his mom before Zoe could reply.
    Nodding, Mrs. Wittenmyer motioned toward the door she had just come through. “Yes, and she’s very eager to see you. When you’ve finished visiting, come to the kitchen for some hot chocolate and cookies.”
    Kelsey blinked. Hot chocolate and cookies in a place like this? A small hand slipped into hers and glancing down she saw Belle looking up at her.
    “Do we really have to go see someone?” the little girl whispered.
    “Don’t worry, Honey, she’s Zoe’s grandma. You like visiting the older ladies at the home, don’t you?”
    “She’s like them?” Belle had only gone a few times to the home, and after her original shyness had worn off, had enjoyed going.
    “I’m sure she is. Come on, they’re waiting for us.”
    The hall, covered by a rich carpet, gave no sound to the footsteps as they approached a closed door. Zoe knocked, and a bright, eager voice bid them come in.
    Zoe opened the door and poked her head inside. “We’ve brought them, Grandma. Are you ready for visitors?”
    “Of course, child, come in.”
    A few lamps cast a soft yellow light about the room. A white haired woman clad in a warm dressing gown and slippers a gay afghan spread over her knees, sat in an easy chair near a small open fire and beamed a welcoming smile at her visitors. The sight of the fireplace in a room that wasn’t the living room seemed to silence even Lottie’s tongue.
    “Here they are,” Zoe said merrily, stepping up beside the woman and stooping to kiss her cheek. “I told you I’d find a way to capture the whole lot.”
    The older woman smiled indulgently at her granddaughter before turning to the others. “I’m so glad you came. I’ve been hearing so much about you, and since I can’t get out now, it was kind of my grandchildren to invite you over.”
    “Oh, they didn’t invite us,” Lottie said, laughing. “It was all some secret plot that only they and Mike knew about. And possibly Lauren.” She looked accusingly at her oldest sister, and Lauren simply smiled. “I’m–”
    “Let me guess,” Mrs. Wittenmyer said, holding up her hand. “You are Lottie. One of the best roller skaters my grandchildren have ever seen.”
    “I’m not that good,” Lottie protested, a rosy glow rising in her cheeks that wasn’t made by the warmth of the fire.
    “Now,” continued Mrs. Wittenmyer, “you must be Lauren, because Zoe tells me you are engaged to that handsome fellow you are holding hands with.” Mrs. Wittenmyer’s eyes twinkled. “Do you have a wedding date set yet?”
    “No, ma’am.”
    “I’d marry her on Christmas Day,” Mike replied. “But she wants a spring wedding.”
    “I was married in the spring,” Mrs. Wittenmyer commented. “The crabapple trees were all in blossom, and when the wind blew, it sent the lovely petals drifting down on the cake and into drinks, for we were married outside. But,” she added, “I would rather have flower petals in my drink any day than the spider who drowned in my cup.”
    “Ew! Grandma!” Zoe shuddered.
    Moving closer, Penny looked eager. “What did you do? Did you drink it?”
    “No, but I was about to. When I saw it, I shrieked, dropped the glass, and wouldn’t touch another thing to eat or drink until my new husband took me away.” The grandmother smiled. “I can laugh about it now, but for the longest time I dared not drink anything which had been outside, nor would I take even a glass of lemonade out to enjoy on the porch. But enough about me.” She looked from one face to another, stopping at last with Kelsey. “You must be Kelsey.”
    Kelsey nodded and smiled.
    “Zoe can’t stop talking about you. It’s Kelsey this and Kelsey that. No need to blush, child, it’s all good things she tells me. Now, which child goes with which name? Zoe rattles names off, but aside from the older three, I get everyone else mixed up.”

Have you ever met someone who had heard all about you?

Have you ever gone to look at Christmas lights?

How has your December been so far?

Kelsey's Christmas – Part 3

Oh, good morning FFFs,

I'm looking for a missing day or two. Can anyone tell me what happened to them? Has anyone seen them? No? Well, I guess they're gone for good. Sorry, because I was going to post on those days, but since they seem to have vanished without a trace, I can't. I'll try to get some other things up next week. I won't promise, but I'm going to try.

This week has not been good for writing. Why? Because every evening except Monday was busy. And Monday I did write. 

Tuesday the kids came over, and we made Christmas cookies! So much fun! And the decorating of them was quite something. And the sprinkles and sugar that ended up on the floor and all over the counter,  . . . well, you can imagine that, I'm sure.

Wednesday. I was scheduled to work in the nursery at church, but got someone to cover for me so I could spend time talking with my best friend before she heads up to Canada. She'll be gone until the middle of January! (Her twin sister is due to have baby #3 on the 20th!)

Thursday my grandparents came down, and we went out to eat to celebrate my dad's birthday. Then Grandma, Grandpa, and I went to a concert. It was lovely. It was a vocal group from Germany, and they sang Christmas songs! I loved listening to them talking, and hearing the old German folk songs was a delight. They did sing some English songs as well.

Tonight my brother, his wife and their kids are coming over to celebrate my dad's birthday with supper, pie, games, and fun. Dad and my brother are going to help the kids put up the electric train set around the Christmas tree. Dad had wanted to do that last year, but Miss Ti-K was too young. Now she's almost three, and the baby isn't mobile yet.

Tomorrow is empty! Maybe I can write then. :) I'll have to try as I really need to get somethings written.

And now, enjoy the next part of Kelsey's Christmas

    If Kelsey had thought things were wild before, they doubled as everyone scrambled to pull on gloves, find the hat someone else was wearing, or ran around trying to remember where they had laid their coat before hurrying outside. The younger girls were lifted into the back of the truck by Mike, Wally and Mr. McKenzie. The older girls climbed in, and with much laughing and chattering, they all settled themselves in the hay and wrapped blankets around themselves and the younger ones.

    “I don’t have to tell you to be careful, Mike,” Mr. McKenzie said.

    Mike shook his head. “No, sir. I’ve got precious cargo in this truck.” And he put an arm around Lauren who was the only girl not in the back. “I’ll bring them all back safe and sound.” He turned to Wally and held out his hand. “Keys?”

    “Already in the truck.”

    “Right. Come on, Lauren.”

    “Wally.”

    Kelsey turned and watched Wally step over to her father. She heard their quiet voices.

    “Watch out for my girls. Don’t let any of them do anything foolish. Penny is like Lottie, high strung and impulsive. I’m not so worried about the rest.” Mr. McKenzie held out his hand. “And have fun.” A smile crossed his face.

    With a grin, Wally shook the offered hand and replied easily, “Don’t worry, sir, I think I can manage. And if not, there’s always Mike.” Then Wally stepped up on the fender and swung his legs over into the back of the truck. “Let’s be off, James!” he called out.

    “That’s Mike, not James,” Penny giggled.

    “Well, I call all my chauffeurs, James.” And Wally leaned an arm on the tailgate with a look of some rich movie star. A sudden lurch of the truck make him grab the sides as he added, “Then again, I think maybe I’ll stick with Wally.”

    Merry shouts were called, and hands waved as the truck began to roll down the street under the cold, star-filled winter night.

    Zoe and Lottie started a popular Christmas song, and the other joined in. It would take a bit of time to reach the higher class neighborhoods where lights twinkled and winked on the outsides of the houses, and where large Christmas trees sparkled in the windows. Everyone was in such merry spirits that there was much laughter mixed with the songs.

    As Kelsey rode along, singing with the rest of them, with Belle snuggled beside her, she tipped her head back and looked up at the sky. Gleaming like diamonds on a velvet curtain, the stars shown down. Clouds, small ones, blown quietly in, played hide-and-seek with the small lights, first hiding them, and then letting them shine forth as they covered others. So enraptured had Kelsey become with the lights above her, that she didn’t even notice she had stopped singing.

    The hilarity had begun to wear off, and a silence fell on the back of the truck after the last lines of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” were finished. In the cab, Lauren sat beside Wally, his arm around her shoulder. Softly Kelsey began to sing, her clear soprano voice sounding sweetly in the night.

“O little town of Bethlehem,

How still we see thee lie;

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep

The silent stars go by;”

    Lottie and Marie added their voices in perfect harmony.

“Yet in thy dark streets shineth

The everlasting Light;

The hopes and fears of all the years

Are met in thee tonight.”

    The other joined in on the second verse and in the stillness of the winter night, their singing brought many folks to their windows.

“We hear the Christmas angels

The great glad tidings tell;

O come to us, abide with us,

Our Lord Emmanuel.”

    Mike rolled down the window and called back to them, “Do you want to do Main Street now or on the way back?”

    “On the way back,” Lottie and Zoe called.

    “Mike,” Kelsey called, “I think we’d better do it first. Some people might not be awake enough on the way back to enjoy it.”

    “Oh, I didn’t think of that,” Lottie exclaimed. “Do it now.”

    “Now it is,” Mike replied, and rolled up the window.

    “Are you cold, Belle?” Kelsey whispered.

    The little girl shook her head. “Are we going to see the toys in the shop windows? And the great big, huge Christmas tree Lottie told us about?”

    “Uh huh.”

    Soon delighted squeals and exclamations, elaborate sighs and cries of “look at that one!” and “oh, that is so pretty!” filled the back of the truck. Kelsey, forgetting that there were others in the old truck besides her sisters, let her natural reserve fall away and reveled in the sights as much as the little girls. It was a side of her that Zoe had only witnessed a few times, and Wally never.

    After twice driving completely around the city park where the massive Christmas tree stood in all its splendid glory, Mike headed into the residence of the upper class citizens. Oohs and aaahs, were the common exclamations, for everyone was too busy trying to catch a glimpse of all the marvelous lights at once to attempt any talking or singing.

    When Mike turned into a half-circle drive and approached a large house, Kelsey started up and would have stood had not Wally caught her arm and pulled her back down. “But what is Mike doing? Where are we?” she demanded, suddenly nervous.

    “We’re at our house,” Zoe explained quickly as Mike brought the truck to a stop. “Grandma has been wanting to meet you all, and my mom talked to your mom, and your mom said it was all right if we took a break here to warm up and visit Grandma. Now, come on.” Rising, Zoe dropped the blanket, brushed the hay off her clothes and offered her hand to Shannon who had been sitting beside her. “Brrr! It’s cold without that blanket!”

Have you ever ridden in the back of a truck in winter?

Do you like to go look at Christmas lights?

Do you enjoy singing?

Kelsey's Christmas – Part 2

Enjoy part 2 of Kelsey's Christmas!

    “Home with a cold.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Is that why she wasn’t in school yesterday?”
    “Yep. She’s on the mend, or so she says, but Mom’s keeping her at home today. So, what were you girls doing so far from home without coats?”
    “It was so nice earlier,” Kelsey began, “we didn’t think we’d need coats today.”
    “And we wouldn’t have,” interrupted Lottie, “if I hadn’t wanted to see what sort of Christmas decorations the houses in North Hills had. We were at the old folks’ home visiting.”
    Keeping silent, Kelsey let her sister and Wally chat. Lottie had no trouble talking with anyone, even if she hardly knew them. The car bumped over the railway tracks and into the lower class district of town. Pulling up before the small two-story house, it came to a stop.
    “There you are ladies,” Wally said with another grin. “I hear we might be getting snow soon.”
    Lottie gave a little squeal. “Oh, I hope so! Thanks for the ride, Wally.”
    “Thank you,” Kelsey echoed, adding, “and tell Zoe I hope she’s feeling better soon.”
    “I will. See you on Monday!”
    With a smile, Kelsey gently shut the car door and hurried after Lottie. She saw several faces clustered around the window and knew her sisters had probably been looking for them.

*

    “Kels, wait up!”
    Kelsey stopped and moved to the less crowded side of the school hall. Classes were over until after New Year’s and the students were all eager to get home and forget about studies for a time. She saw Zoe trying to reach her, but her way was constantly interrupted by first one student and then another, for Zoe was popular in school.
    When at last she reached Kelsey’s side, she sighed. “Sometimes,” she whispered, “I wish I was like you and could go practically unnoticed anywhere.”
    Kelsey shook her head. “You’d hate it. You’re more like Lottie. What did you want?”
    “Huh? Oh, can you believe Christmas is a week from today? I’m so glad school is finally over. I’ve been longing to drive out and look at Christmas lights, but Mom first wouldn’t let me because of my cold, and then because of all our tests. But now I’m free!”
    The girls slowly made their way after the crowd, coats on and books in their arms.
    “Would you and your sisters like to go too? Wally and I were thinking of going tonight.”
    “Tonight?”
    “Uh huh. Tomorrow is Saturday, so we won’t have to be up for church, and I just can’t wait until next week! Oh, please, Kels, can’t you all come?” Zoe bWittenmyered.
    Giving a slight laugh, Kelsey looked at her friend questioningly. “Zoe, there are eight of us girls. Even if Lauren does something with Mike, that’s seven of us. We wouldn’t fit in Wally’s car.”
    Hugging her books close, Zoe practically beamed. “That’s where the fun comes in! Wally was going to borrow one of our uncle’s pickup trucks. We’ll put hay in the back and get lots of blankets. Then we can ride in the back and look at the stars and the lights and sing Christmas songs and–Lottie!” Zoe broke off to call across the yard and beckon.
    Kelsey tried to frown. “That’s not fair, Zoe. You didn’t even give me a chance to answer before you called for reinforcements.”
    “Well, you can accept before she comes.”
    “But–”
    “Hi, Zoe!” Lottie jogged up. “Do you have something planned and Kelsey won’t agree?”
    “Lott!”
    “I sure do.” And Zoe spilled her plan. “Want to go?”
    “Do I? Of course! I’ve been wanting to look at the Christmas lights all month and haven’t gotten to. Mike has had to work late several times, and Dad is too tired after working.”
    “Zoe, we have to check with Mom and Dad–”
    “Sure, give me a call, okay? And Kels, please, please, please, try to make it work. The snow has mostly melted and the roads are clear.”
    “I’ll try,” Kelsey agreed. It did sound like fun, and she knew the younger girls would be as wild over the plan as Lottie was. Perhaps they could go.
    Walking home, Lottie chattered non-stop about Zoe’s plan, and the moment they entered the warm house, she hurried off to find Mom.

    It was a bit confusing that evening. Mrs. McKenzie had given her permission to go as long as Lauren went along. But Lauren and Mike were going to go out together. Lottie spent time on the phone with Zoe, and Lauren spent some time on the phone with Mike. Zoe’s mother even called to talk to Mrs. McKenzie about the excursion. Kelsey let the others do the planning. It was all the same to her if they went or not. She knew that if they didn’t go that night, Mike and Dad would find a way to let all the girls see the lights and the tree in the town square. Finally everything was worked out, and Lottie was overjoyed.
    Supper was eaten quickly and then the girls bundled up in warm clothes with coats, hats and scarves.
    “There may not be much snow on the ground right now,” Mr. McKenzie said, smiling at his daughters, “but the weatherman on the radio said we might get more snow tonight. And riding in the back of an open truck is going to be cold.”
    Kelsey tied Belle’s scarf, pulled Shannon’s hat lower and helped both little sisters get their mittens on before putting on her own coat. She expected that Belle, who was only six, would fall asleep during the ride, perhaps even seven-year-old Shannon as well.
    A horn honked outside, and moments later a rap sounded on the door. Lottie rushed to fling it open.
    “We’re almost ready. Come in,” she urged Zoe and Wally. “Lauren! Mike!” she shouted toward the kitchen, “the truck’s here!”

Do you want a tour of Garlandsburg this year?

Kelsey's Christmas – Part 1

Happy First of December FFFs!

I'm feeling a bit mixed right now. I'm excited that it's finally December. I feel that November shouldn't be over yet. But it also feels that it has been December for days now since most of the Christmas decorating is finished. Kind of crazy to feel everything at once. What about you? What are you feeling?

I still haven't finished the decorating. I know I said it was almost done, but I've been saying that, or thinking that for a few days now. I just can't seem to get it finished because things take longer than I thought they would since I'm doing pretty much all the decorating alone, and then we suddenly remember something else that hadn't gotten finished. 

I've written a little this week. Not much, but I'm hoping to write a little more tonight and tomorrow night. But which story should I work on? I could work more on this Christmas story, since I do need to write the ending of it. Or I could work on my AZ Christmas story that won't be posted on here. Or there is the other Christmas story that I started that might get posted on here or it might not. Don't know how long it will be. :)

The kids are coming over tomorrow morning to make Christmas Cookies!!! That's going to be fun! They enjoy cutting them out, but the best part is decorating them. I love watching them really get into the decorating. Some are very careful about how they put the sprinkles on, and others just dump. The one who will be quite interesting is Ti-K. She's almost 3, and is sure she can do everything her big siblings can. I have a feeling she'll be eating more sprinkles than the others. ;)

Have any of you gotten snow yet? We sure haven't. It's been warm. In the 50's-60's mostly. I'm ready for cold and snow. :) I like snow. And Christmas books. Did I mention I loved Christmas stories? Well, I do. I'm reading a collection of 7 books, and went to the library yesterday and picked up 2 more books to read. And I didn't mention how many others I have on my kindle waiting for me. :) Can I just go read now?

I don't know if this story title will change or not once I reach the ending. If so, I'll make sure you know it's not a different story. Oh, and since it is December, I don't know when I'll be posting next. ;) I might post on Monday or Tuesday. So keep your eyes open. And if you are needing any Christmas book recommendations, don't forget the "24 Books before Christmas" posts I'm doing on Read Another Page.

Kelsey's Christmas

Part 1

    “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” Lottie sang, pointing toward a wreath which hung on a front door.
    “Everywhere you go,” joined in Kelsey, linking her arm with her younger sister.
    It was mild day for December, not at all like the ones in story books with bitter wind, snow and ice. The sun was actually shining, and only two wispy clouds could be found overhead in the deep blue sky. Arms linked, the girls strolled along the sidewalk singing and searching for any decorations already up. It was early in the month, and only a few people had started preparing for Christmas.
    “There’s a tree in the grand hotel.”
    Lottie picked up the next line with a pretend snobbish toss of her head. “One in the park as well.”
    And then the two girls, leaning their heads together, joined their voices. “The sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the snow!”
    “Kels,” Lottie interrupted their song to say, “wouldn’t it be fun if we had a large Christmas tree this year? One that filled the whole corner of the living room and reached almost to the ceiling. We could move some of the furniture out.”
    Kelsey laughed. “And what would you do with all of us, pray tell, when we wanted to sit around the fire on a cold winter evening?”
    “We would leave enough seats for all of us.”
    “And what about when Mike wants to cover over?”
    “Oh, there’s still plenty of room. I’m going to suggest it. Come on, let’s race home.”
    “I can’t run through the middle of town, Lottie. Besides, I thought you wanted to look in the shop windows?”
    The girls, returning from a visit to some elderly friends in the home for old folks, had decided to take the longer, more round about way and look for Christmas decorations in a different part of town. Waiting to cross a road, Kelsey rubbed her leg. She had broken it that summer saving the life of old Mr. Stuebanks, and it still ached at times.
    “We can skip downtown if your leg hurts,” Lottie offered, looking worried.
    “It’s all right. Just a little tired. I think we were walking faster than it likes. Come on, let’s cross the street.” Neither sister talked as they approached Main Street. They could see from where they were that the lamp posts were wrapped with green garlands, and large red bows were tied under the lights. “I’m sure it looks so pretty at night,” Kelsey sighed.
    “Perhaps we can get Mike to take all us girls some night. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Just to drive around and see the lights,” Lottie added quickly. “Then he can drop us off at home and can take Lauren out to–wherever it is they want to go. I mean to ask him next time he’s over. Unless–”
    Something in Lottie’s voice made Kelsey turn and look at her. “Unless what? Come on, Lott, you’ve got that look on your face. What are you thinking?”
    “Well, Zoe’s brother has a nice car–”
    “No. Lottie, listen, just because Wally’s been nice to us, and he and Zoe have come over to visit, doesn’t mean we should take advantage of it and ask him to take seven girls for a drive just to see the lights in the town.”
    “But you don’t mind asking Mike?”
    “No, because he’s practically family. Even if they aren’t married yet, they are engaged. And I wouldn’t be surprised if he suggested that very thing one of these mild nights.”
    “Well, all right. Oh, look at that window, Kels!” And Lottie forgot about seeing the shops at night and grew excited over the Christmas displays.
    Lingering longer than they meant, Kelsey suddenly noticed the wind had picked up. A quick glance up at the sky alarmed her. “Come on, Lott, I think that cold all the girls have been wanting is coming. Let’s get home.”
    Pulling their sweaters close, they started off, wishing they had their coats, for the wind, as though suddenly realizing that it was supposed to be winter, blew down from the north with increasingly colder gusts. “Kels, let’s stop at the drug store and call home. Perhaps Mike will be there and he can come and pick us up.”
    Kelsey shook her head. “He won’t be off work yet. And neither with Dad. We’ll just have to walk quickly. Come on.” Seizing her sister’s arm, Kelsey hustled her on, head ducked against the wind.
    Beep. Beep.
    The sound made both girls pause at the street corner and look up, their hair blowing in every direction, and the cold making their eyes water.
    “Hey! What are you two doing this far into town without coats? Where are you headed?” It was Wally. He had rolled a window in his car down and was looking right at them.
    “We’re heading home,” Kelsey replied loudly, for the wind tossed her words back in her face.
    Leaning over, Wally opened the passenger door. “Hop in. I’ll take you home.”
    Lottie shoved her sister toward the front, jerked open the back door and scrambled inside. “Whew!” she sighed shutting the door and pushing back her hair. “I’m glad to be out of that wind!”
    A little more slowly, Kelsey also climbed in and pulled the door shut. “You don’t have to go out of your way,” she protested, shivering as the heat from the car sent tingles up and down her arms. “We can walk.”
    A grin spread over Wally’s face. “I was just out running some errands for Mom. It won’t be a trouble. Besides,” he added, stopping at a red light and glancing at his passengers, “it would be safer for me to take you home.”
    “Safer?” Lottie asked, leaning forward. “What do you mean?”
    “If my sister heard that I let you two walk home in this weather, I’d be lucky if she spoke to me again before New Year.”
    Kelsey smiled. “Where is Zoe?”

Are you more like Kelsey or Lottie?

Do you enjoy looking at other people's decorations?

Are you excited about Christmas?

A Lesson in Contentment - Part 6

Good morning Friday Fiction Fans!

It's a rainy morning here. It rained some yesterday, but the sun came out mid afternoon and it was lovely. It's supposed to be in the 50's today and tomorrow, then back to being warmer.

This week has been delightfully empty. :) No weddings, receptions, nursery, elections, or friends from Canada. I've gotten a lot done on my projects and a lot of writing. :)

• Monday I wrote 1,600+ words. And, for those of you who are interested, I finished writing "Dylan's Story" and now it waits for the editor to read the last of it. (If any of you are interested in being test/beta readers, you can sign up here and I'll be in contact.)
• On Tuesday I started a little bit early on my writing and with the help of many word sprints, I reached a record breaking total of 3,200+ words!
• And then came Wednesday. Since I joined Camp NaNo, I have been wanting to spend one day writing. Not all day mind you, but most of it. So Wednesday became the chosen day. I sprinted before breakfast. I wrote and sprinted after breakfast, and then took a brisk walk with Sis before writing some more. After lunch I wrote. After supper I wrote until my brain was so tired I had to say I was done. I had reached a record of 6,030 words!!!!!! Yeah! Crazy! But it was so much fun! And all those words were on "Hymns in the Hills" in case you were interested. :)
• Yesterday my brain was still tired so I only wrote 1,200+ words.
• So far this week I've written over 12k words!

We'll see if I write any today since the kids are all coming over after naps and we'll eat supper together before my brother and his wife come and we all go out for ice cream to celebrate my mom's and my birthday (which is tomorrow.)

I should write some tomorrow as my cabin is doing another "cabin sprint" at 9 in the morning. That's fun. :)

Oh, next week there is going to be a party right here on this blog! It starts on Tuesday and ends on Saturday! I hope you all can come! I was going to do it this week, but things weren't working out and we decided that next week would be better.

I hope you'll come join me!

And now that I've taken up a lot more of your time than I usually do, I'll let you read the final part of this story. Enjoy!

A Lesson in Contentment

Part 6
The End

    After the prayer, Kelsey yawned and remarked, “I’m glad my bed isn’t on the top bunk.”
    The other girls laughed and Mrs. McKenzie, reminded of the lateness of the hour, hustled the younger girls off to bed. “Let Lottie and Kelsey have some dinner. I declare I’m so bewildered that I don’t know what I’m about. They should have eaten when they got home!”
    “Don’t worry, Mom,” Lottie called, “I had popcorn at the party and wasn’t very hungry until now. Too much excitement, I guess.”
    “Kels, are you hungry?” Lauren asked.
    Kelsey shook her head. “No, I guess not. I’m just tired. Where are my crutches, Lot? I think I’ll go to bed with the younger ones tonight.”
    Mr. McKenzie stood up. “No crutches tonight for you, Kels. And no stairs either. At least not on your own.” He scratched his chin in puzzlement. “How’re we going to manage it, girls? The stairs are a might narrow, and I don’t think I could manage to carry you up.”
    Lottie stood in the doorway leading into the dining room, a plate of food in her hand, as she listened. “Couldn’t Mike carry her up tonight? The doctor said she could use the crutches tomorrow, if she felt up for it. She could come down then if she wanted.”
    Kelsey looked from her father to her sister’s fiancé. She trusted Mike, but she was puzzled about going down the stairs on her crutches. What if she ended up being stuck up there?
    “What do you say, Kels?”
    Blinking, Kelsey realized she had stopped listening. “What?”
    Mr. McKenzie chuckled. “I was just asking if you wanted Mike to carry you up, or if you’d rather sleep on the couch tonight.”
    An exhausted feeling swept over her right at that moment and she fought to keep her eyes open. “I don’t know,” she mumbled in the midst of a yawn.
    “Maybe she should sleep here tonight, Dad. Then she won’t have to move tomorrow if she wants to be in on the action.” Lauren was good at solving troublesome problems. “I know Mike could carry her up, but the stairs are rather narrow, as you said. She might bump her leg. Besides, if we talk a few more minutes, I think she’ll be asleep right where she is.”
    Kelsey gave a slight smile and let her eyes close. “Night,” she murmured, nestling her head into a more comfortable position on the pillow and relaxing into sleep.

*

    “Kels, guess what?” Belle and Shannon came racing into the room where Kelsey was reclining on the couch with a book.
    She looked up at her eager, excited sisters. “What?”
    “The car is here again!” Belle exclaimed.
    “What car?” Kelsey didn’t bother to attempt to turn and look out the window.
    “You know. The one that was here yesterday to take you and Lot to the party. With Zoe and her brother,” seven-year-old Shannon said.
    “Just the car is here?” questioned Lottie, coming into the room. “My, I didn’t know it was such a remarkable car.”
    “It’s not just the car, it’s them too.”
    Finding her bookmark, Kelsey slipped it between the pages, saying as she did so, “Don’t stand talking, go answer the front door, Lottie.” She wondered if it was both Zoe and Wally or just one of them.
    It turned out to be both, and Lottie ushered them into the living room.
    “Hi,” Kelsey greeted them quietly. “Would you like to sit?”
    “Oh, Kels!” Zoe cried, rushing over to her and carefully hugging her. “I’m so glad you weren’t hurt any worse! How’s the leg? Does it hurt awfully? How long are you going to be laid up?”
    “Hold up a minute, Zoe,” laughed Wally. “You haven’t even given her half a chance to answer. How are you doing, Kelsey?”
    “I’ll be all right. The pain isn’t bad, but the doctor said I was to rest and take it easy for the first week, and then he thought I could get out and about, if I were careful. I just wish I could go see how Mrs. Stuebanks is.”
    “Oh, Kels,” broke in Lottie, perching herself on the arm of a chair since Zoe had seated herself on the couch next to her sister and Wally didn’t seem interested in sitting. “I forgot to tell you, Mair and I went up there this morning and they said she was doing just fine. They said to thank you for saving her life and they’re going to keep a better eye on her.”
    At the news Kelsey relaxed, a happy smile on her face. “Thanks for checking, Lot. And thank you, Zoe.”
    “What for?”
    “For inviting us to your party and for convincing Lauren that we should go. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been there to see Mrs. Stuebanks when she needed help.” She gave a little shrug. “What’s a broken bone compared to being killed or at least seriously injured?”
    Zoe had no reply.
    Before the silence had a chance to grow awkward, Lauren entered the room, casually greeted the visitors whom she knew from school, and before long the younger girls, unable to remain away from the action, drifted in and were introduced.
    It was a delightful afternoon, and when Zoe and her brother reluctantly said they must leave, Zoe promised to return again soon.
    “There isn’t any need to,” Kelsey said. “Don’t feel obligated or anything.”
    “I won’t,” Zoe promised gaily. “I like you McKenzies, and I plan to be here as often as you’ll let me. Good bye!”
    The girls, except Kelsey, gathered on the front porch and waved as Wally pulled away from the curb.
    “You know, Wally,” Zoe remarked, when the house with eight girls had disappeared behind them, “I really like them, and Kelsey never once complained about being laid up this summer. All she could think about was the old woman she had saved.”
    “She could be a lesson to us all, couldn’t she?” Wally said thoughtfully. “A lesson in contentment with what God brings into our lives, as well as a reminder to think of others more than ourselves.”

Have you ever known someone who taught you

something without knowing they did?

Did you enjoy this story?

Will you be at my party next week?