Happy Day - Part 4

Good Morning Faithful Friday Fiction Fans,
This has been another "fallish" week though not so much as before. We've had the house open all week and it rained almost all day on Wednesday which was wonderful as we really needed rain. Right now it is partly cloudy and I can hear the birds singing away. Can you believe it is August?

My week has been busy.  I got a new computer desk and put it all together on Tuesday. I finished cutting out a bunch of paper dolls for my niece, painted a wall in the kitchen, read some, worked on putting odds and ends away, visited with a friend and her little children and held her new baby, and did other various things.

As far as writing goes, I have written a little over a 1/4 of TCR-4 and it's been fun. I did get completely stuck, but the next day I played the piano for a little while before I tried to write and that night I got 1,000 words written. :) (500 is a usual amount for me in the evenings.)

Update on Triple Creek Ranch - Rustlers: It is still being edited. With my computer problems in June, and a busy life, things got a bit behind. But don't panic yet. I'm hoping to have the book ready for order by next Friday. If it is ready before then, I'll be sure to let you all know. I can't wait to hear what you all think of this book. :) And to see if you have any ideas for future stories. :)

And I think that's all I have to tell you about right now. So, I'll let you have the rest of this story. 

Happy Day

Part 4

    “And what’s that?”
    So I told him what I wanted to get her and then said, “And you should get her a ring with a real diamond.”
    For a minute Daddy didn’t say anything or even look at me. Then he said quietly, “Do you think so, Rinnah Bird?” (That’s Daddy’s other nickname for me.)
    I nodded.
    “Do you know what a ring like that means?”
    I nodded again. Of course I knew, and I wanted Miss Natalie to be my mama. “I’ve wanted a mama for a long time, Daddy,” I whispered. “But we never met the right one until Miss Natalie came. And Daddy? She said I wasn’t too big to sit in a mommy’s lap.”
    Daddy didn’t say anything but pulled me into his own lap and held me tightly.

    Well, Diary, Daddy did get Miss Natalie a ring for Christmas, and she hugged him. I heard her say quietly to him, “What does Rinnah think of all this?”
    And Daddy whispered back, “She’s the one who suggested it in the first place.” And he winked at me.
    We all went over to Grandma and Grandpa’s on Christmas night for dinner, and when Aunt Anna saw the ring on Miss Natalie’s finger she gave a little scream and hugged her and then hugged Daddy and said, “It’s about time!” whatever that was supposed to mean. And Uncle Will slapped Daddy on the back and everyone was excited.
    There was lots of talking during dinner and afterwards, but I was quiet. I was doing some thinking. Don’t misunderstand me, Diary, I wasn’t having second thoughts about Daddy and Miss Natalie getting married, not at all.
    “Rinnah!”
    I jumped and looked up. Everyone was looking at me and I couldn’t figure out why. I was about to see if my dress had turned inside-out or was on backwards when Daddy called me over to him. “You’re being awfully quiet, Rinnah Bird, is something wrong? Are you feeling all right?”
    “No, I’m fine. I was just thinking.”
    “What about?”
    “What I want for my birthday.”
    Suddenly everyone started laughing. I didn’t know I had said anything funny. I hadn’t meant to be funny. Sometimes I just don’t understand grownups.
    “But I was, Daddy,” I protested when the laughter had quieted down. “And I know just what I want.”
    Uncle Will was still chuckling and the others had grins on their faces. “Chickadee, it’s not even the day after Christmas, your birthday isn’t until April, and you are already trying to decide what you want?”
    I sighed. “No, Daddy, I’m not deciding what I want, I already know that. I was just thinking about it and wondering if I’d get it.”
    Daddy was still too amused to ask me what it was I wanted, but Miss Natalie wasn’t. She put her arm around me and pulled me over to her. “It must be something very special if you are already thinking about it,” she said and I nodded. “What is it?”
    “I want a mama for my birthday.”
    Miss Natalie blushed and Daddy looked eager. “Why not, Natalie?” he asked.
    “But that’s only four months away. I don’t know if I could plan a wedding that quickly—”
    “We’ll all help, Natalie,” Aunt Anna put in quickly. “Just think, we could be sisters in only four months!” I could tell Aunt Anna and Daddy were on my side, but I wasn’t sure we had won the most important person over yet.
    “Please,” I leaned against her to whisper. “I’ve wanted a mama so badly for such a long time.”
    First she kissed me, then she looked at the hand Daddy was holding, and at last she agreed.

    Diary, it is evening now. I’ve been roller-skating and helped make supper and now I’m going to try to finish writing this. I don’t have many pages left.

    I won’t tell about the months before the wedding. My birthday came on a Tuesday this year and Miss Natalie wasn’t sure that was a good day for a wedding, but I convinced her it was. It was beautiful! The sun was shining and everything was pretty.
    Daddy woke me up that morning with a kiss. “Happy Birthday, Rinnah Bird,” he whispered.
    I was wide awake in a minute and dressed quickly. I had begged to have the wedding in the morning before my birthday party because I wanted my mama at my party and not just Miss Natalie. Daddy told me I should be a lawyer because I argued my case so well, but they agreed to it. Daddy and I drove over to the church right after breakfast and Bible reading. There was a lovely verse this morning that Daddy read that I kept thinking about: “Let them rejoice before God: yea, let them exceedingly rejoice. Sing unto God, sing praises to his name.” That just fits how I felt yesterday morning.
    The church looked so pretty that morning. The grey stone walls with large ornate windows and a brown roof formed the chapel, while the rest of the church was connected by a stone wall that looked like part of a castle. The grass and pine tree were green and the redbud tree was in full bloom. The sun was shining and there were patches of white clouds that seemed to melt into the blue sky. It was all so pretty and I was so excited. I wanted to sing and shout.
    Aunt Anna helped me get ready and did my hair. I wore a white dress with a sash just the color of the redbud blossoms. Never was there a happier girl than I was when I walked down that aisle yesterday morning scattering petals for my new mother to walk on. When I reached the front of the church, I saw Daddy standing there waiting. He smiled at me and I ran over to kiss him. He seemed to like that even if it hadn’t been rehearsed.
    When Uncle Josh (he had come down from Maine just to preform the ceremony for Daddy) had finished all the vows and things and then pronounced them man and wife, I was so excited; I had a mother! Then they came down the steps and both Daddy and Mama smiled at me.
    After the reception, Daddy and Mama and I, all left in the decorated car and drove to Grandma’s together. There we changed and I had my birthday party. Diary, you’ll never know how special that birthday party was to me because I can’t tell it. It wasn’t until after cake and ice cream that Daddy and Mama left for their honeymoon. They’ll be gone only a week, and I’m staying at Grandma and Grandpa’s.
    I see I didn’t tell all the details of the day, but how could I? It would take another diary to write them all down. I guess I can remember all the extra little things in my heart until I can write them down because I’m out of room here.

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Which story should I give you next:

"New Life," "Forget Not" or "Being Decisive"?

P. S. I was going to do a post mid week because I'd been awarded several times by different people, but I haven't had time. I'll try to do one this week, so keep checking to see a whole bunch of questions and answers. :)

Happy Day - Part 3

Hello Friday Fiction Fans,
It's hard to believe it's Friday again. I feel like I lost my Monday and only had half my Tuesday and here it is Friday again. And we're back to the heat of summer. Yesterday morning was nice and we had the house open, but by mid afternoon it was hot. And today is supposed to be another hot day. But the weather is usually hot here in summer. :)

In spite of spending most of my day on Monday outside in the heat trying to find and pack everything Light of Faith needed for their last conference in TX so we could send it all with some friends who were going down to help out, I did have something exciting happen. My proof copy of TCR-3 came! Yay! It is being proof read now and I can't wait to let you all read the finished book.

I am still working on TCR-4, but have run into a slight problem. I need a picture and a name of a beautiful horse. It must be a mare but can be a Quarter horse, a Paint, an Appaloosa, a Mustang or a Morgan. Any help would be greatly appreciated. :)

You want to know what else I've been doing? Well, I've been making huge messes in my room and then cleaning them up. :P Crazy thing to do, you might think, but it does have a purpose. I've been needing to clean out many drawers and boxes but just never got around to it. Now, because of a little rearranging,  I've decided to tackle the project. I've made good progress, but it's slow. Oh, well.

And now here is the next part of your Friday Fiction. Enjoy!

Happy Day

Part 3

    She did write me some letters and I wrote to her. Daddy lets me write letters, but until I started to write to Miss Natalie, I only had Uncle Josh to write to. I sent pictures and things to Miss Natalie and she sent me stickers. I do like getting mail.

    It wasn’t until the end of summer that Miss Natalie came again. Daddy and I invited her and Uncle Will and Aunt Anna over on Saturday for a fun day. It was fun too. We played outside all morning and had water fights. Miss Natalie, Aunt Anna and I got Daddy soaked! He said he would get us, but we ran away.
    After lunch everyone was going to go to the park, but Daisy was taking a nap. Aunt Anna wanted to go, so Miss Natalie said she would stay with Daisy. That made me rather sad for I wanted to be with Miss Natalie. When we were only two houses away from our house, I asked Aunt Anna if I couldn’t go back home and stay with Miss Natalie. Aunt Anna called her and then said I could. I raced all the way home again. There was something I had wanted to ask Miss Natalie, but when it was just the two of us in the living room, I felt a little shy. At last I got up and walked over to her. She was sitting on the couch.
    “Miss Natalie,” I began shyly. “Do you think I’m too big to sit on laps?”
    Miss Natalie smiled. “Of course you aren’t!”
    “Do you think my mother would still hold me if she hadn’t died?”
    “Yes, Rinnah, I do.”
    I looked down at the picture of my mother and I said, “I wish she hadn’t died then because I want her to hold me.” I hadn’t ever told Daddy that I longed for a mommy to hold me. I was afraid it would make him cry again.
    I think Miss Natalie understood me because she opened her arms and said, “Would it help to pretend that I’m your mother?”
    She didn’t need to ask again for I climbed right up, and she hugged me close. It was then that I knew what a mother’s arms were like. You may think it strange, Diary, when I’d had Grandma and Aunt Anna to hold and hug and kiss me, to still wonder what a mother would be like, but grandmas and aunts aren’t the same thing.
    After Miss Natalie had held me for a minute she asked, “Who gave you the name Rinnah?”
    “My mother did. Daddy picked my middle name, Melanie.”
    “Do you know what your name means?”
    I didn’t know. I knew names had meanings, but I never could find ‘Rinnah’ in the name book. But Miss Natalie knew.
    “The name Rinnah is a Hebrew name that means ‘rejoicing song.’ So your name means ‘A rejoicing song of courage.’”
    I liked that. I liked that my mother had named me a rejoicing song. It made me feel like singing. I asked Miss Natalie if she liked that name and she tickled me and said, “I love it!” Then we played a game together until Daisy woke up.

    I didn’t know it then, but Daddy liked Miss Natalie and she liked him. After she went back home, there would sometimes be a letter in the mail from her that wasn’t for me. And once, when I was in bed, I woke up and heard Daddy talking on the phone. I crept to my bedroom door and listened. I was a little scared that it might be something bad that had happened, but Daddy was laughing and said, “We couldn’t agree more, Natalie.” Then I went back to bed. It took me a long time to get to sleep again. I was thinking. If Daddy liked Miss Natalie enough to talk on the phone to her when it was late, did he like her enough to— Well, I didn’t let myself finish the sentence, but I thought about it for days afterwards. And I kept my eyes and ears open.

    Miss Natalie came to visit Aunt Anna again in the fall. At least that is what Aunt Anna said, but she always said it with a grin, and I think Miss Natalie really came to see Daddy and me. She was over at our house nearly every day.

    By the time Thanksgiving came around, I knew Daddy loved Miss Natalie. She came for Thanksgiving and we all had Thanksgiving at Grandma and Grandpa’s. I didn’t get to talk much with Miss Natalie because right after dinner she and Daddy took a long walk together.
    “Aunt Anna,” I said, going into the kitchen to help dry dishes. “Do you know what I think Daddy ought to get Miss Natalie for Christmas?”
    “What?”
    “A ring.”
    She just laughed and said I should tell Daddy that. I said I would and then I said I wanted to get her a necklace with a picture of Daddy and me in a locket. Aunt Anna turned from the sink and kissed me but she didn’t say a thing. Sometimes I don’t understand her.
    It was the night after Miss Natalie had gone back home. We had gone to the airport to tell her good-bye and Daddy hardly said a word all the way home. He and I were sitting on the couch and we had just finished reading the Bible together. I curled up beside him and he put his arm around me. “Daddy, Christmas is coming,” I told him.
    “Um hm.”
    “And we ought to start thinking about Christmas presents.”
    Then he looked down and me and tweaked my nose gently as he replied, “I suppose you have all your list made out, Chickadee?”
    I don’t know why he calls me Chickadee. I don’t look anything like one. “No,” I giggled. “But I know what we should get for Miss Natalie.” I looked up at him with a grin. He had a funny look on his face.

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Happy Day - Part 2

Good Morning Friday Fiction Fans!
I don't know about you all, but we are enjoying lovely cool weather right now in the middle of July! It feels like September with cool days and cooler nights. Our windows have been open and several times I find myself thinking that fall has come. :) It is supposed to be back in the 90s next week, so we'll enjoy this weather while we can.

How has your week been? Have you done anything really fun or interesting? My week hasn't been dull. This is the first full free week I've had since I've gotten my new computer and it's been interesting to see what I can do and what I have to adjust to. :) I have been working on correcting parts of TCR-4 and another longer short story which have been sitting on my desk for weeks! Very nice to get them done. :) Oh, one thing you may be interested in is that the proof copy of TCR-3 is in the mail to me! I should be getting it any day! So I think we may still be able to have this book out by the first of August. :) For those of you who are anxiously awaiting it, that is only two weeks away. :) Can you wait that long?

Speaking of TCR, I have been writing every day on book 4 and have gotten quite a bit done. I'm not quite a quarter of the way done, but close. I'm still trying to get caught up on other things which got stacked up when my other computer was giving out. And I haven't let myself read a single book this week. I love to read and too often I find myself reading when I really should be writing. :P So, I decided that I wouldn't start any book this week. At least not until Saturday. :)

But here is the next part of this story. It was a story that almost wrote itself.

Happy Day

Part 2

    It was my ninth birthday, and we were having a party. It wasn’t a large party because I didn’t have a lot of friends around, but that was okay with me. It was just going to be Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Will and Aunt Anna and their little ones and Daddy and me. But the day before my birthday, Aunt Anna called me.
    “Rinnah (that is my name), one of my very best friends since I was a little girl is visiting me for two weeks. Would you mind if she comes to your party too?”
    Of course I said I didn’t mind. Her friend’s name was Natalie.
    We did have a lovely time on my birthday and I liked Miss Natalie. She was very sweet and fun. When the little ones wanted to play duck-duck-goose, she joined in. Most grownups don’t like to play such silly games. I liked her a lot and the next day, since Daddy had to go to a meeting, Aunt Anna and Miss Natalie took me shopping with them, and we even got ice cream!
    When Daddy picked me up, I told him all about my day, and he said he was jealous. I told him he shouldn’t have those boring meetings. I’ve been to one of those meetings and I never want to go again! Daddy just laughed and said he’d be delighted to not have to go to them, but unfortunately, it’s business and if he wants to get paid, he has to go. Poor Daddy. I do feel sorry for those men who have to go to such boring meetings.
    Miss Natalie came to church with Aunt Anna and we all ate lunch at Grandma’s afterwards. I really liked Miss Natalie and she seemed to like me too. I didn’t know if she liked Daddy because she was hardly ever with him, and Daddy doesn’t talk a whole lot to just anyone. While we were at Grandma’s, I discovered that Miss Natalie draws. She drew me a picture of a little girl picking flowers and she did it all in just a few minutes. I wish I could draw like that. I’m practicing now, but I’m still not very good. But Daddy said I will be if I work hard. I’m going to work hard while he’s gone and then I’ll surprise them when they come home!
    When it was the day before Miss Natalie was to go back home, Aunt Anna got sick. She got real sick and so Miss Natalie didn’t go home after all. She stayed to help take care of the children and the house while Uncle Will was at the hospital with Aunt Anna. That was a frightening time for me because my cousin Daisy was the same age I was when my mother died. I spent nearly every day over with Miss Natalie helping with the children when Daddy was at work. We prayed for Aunt Anna together and that made me feel better.
    Uncle Will would come home sometimes and talk with Daddy and Miss Natalie and hug his children. Grandma and Grandpa were over to help Miss Natalie too. It seemed like we were all over at Uncle Will and Aunt Anna’s house more than we were at home. But it only lasted for about a week. Then Aunt Anna got better enough to come home. It was kind of scary when I first saw her because she was very thin and pale. But when she smiled, I knew she was still the same Aunt Anna.
    Since Aunt Anna was still not completely well, Miss Natalie went home for only a day and then came back. The children liked it and so did I. Once I asked Aunt Anna if she liked having Miss Natalie there all the time. She said, “I love it. Wouldn’t you enjoy it if your best friend could stay at your house for weeks?”
    I thought a moment before saying, “I don’t have a best friend except Daddy, so I don’t know.”
    Aunt Anna just smiled.
    I don’t remember how long it was before Aunt Anna was completely well again, but I do know that before Miss Natalie left to go back to her home, Daddy and I invited her and Uncle Will and Aunt Anna over to our house for supper. Since it was warm out, Daddy was going to cook hamburgers on the grill. I made potato salad all by myself. Daddy just drained the potatoes for me. And then I made brownies. I was learning how to cook and I think it is fun. (I’m still learning, and Grandma is going to let me help fix all the meals while I’m here this week.)
    Everyone seemed to enjoy the meal, and we all sat outside on the back porch after we ate. The little ones were happy to play on the swings and with a ball out in the yard. I played with them for a while, but then I came back and sat on the swing between Aunt Anna and Miss Natalie. For a while we just sat and let the swing go back and forth. Reaching out, I held a hand of each of them. I realized that next to Daddy, they were my two favorite friends and I whispered to Miss Natalie, “I wish you didn’t have to go home. I’ll miss you!”
    And she whispered back, “I’m going to miss you too!”
    “Won’t you please come back soon?” I asked. “If Aunt Anna doesn’t want you at her house, you can stay here with Daddy and me.”
    I didn’t know why Aunt Anna laughed and called me a little match-maker, but I did understand when Miss Natalie kissed me and whispered, “That’s sweet of you. I’ll try to come back soon.”

    She did come back about a month later for Aunt Anna’s birthday. I didn’t know she had come until I saw her come into church with Aunt Anna and Uncle Will! I was so excited to see her again. Even Daddy seemed pleased and they talked for a while. Miss Natalie couldn’t stay for very many days this time, and I was sad when she left.

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Happy Day - Part 1

Good Morning Friday Fiction Fans!
It doesn't seem possible that it can be Friday already! The week has flown by! On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, I spent the day teaching a writing class of 32 children ages 9-13. There were some crazy moments, but overall I really enjoyed it. :)

I haven't gotten a bit of writing done this week. I know, it is rather sad. I'm trying to get used to my new computer and figure some things out. I'm hoping to get to work on TCR-3 very soon as I now have all the illustrations! Yippee! I can't wait to make this book available to you favorite readers. :)

I know this if short, but I really don't have a whole lot of time nor a whole lot to tell you, and instead of rambling on and on about nothing, I'll just stop.

Now I have to decide which story to start today. Hmm, let me go look . . . I decided on a story.

Happy Day

Part 1

    Dear Diary,
    I just got you today, but since I couldn’t wait to use you, I decided to start writing tonight. I’ll probably have to finish in the morning because Grandma will be coming up soon to tuck me in.
    This day has been the happiest day of my life! Always and forever I’ll never forget it. And just so I can remember all the details, I wanted to write them down. Daddy said I’m good at remembering all the little things, but I might forget them when I get to be old, like in my thirties, and then I couldn’t tell them to my children and grandchildren. Of course I know I wouldn’t have grandchildren when I am in my thirties, but later on I really might not remember everything or they might get mixed up in my mind. I want to set them down forever in this lovely, pink diary.
    Maybe I should tell it all like a story. I do like to tell stories. Aunt Anna said I tell the younger ones splendid stories. But this isn’t for the younger ones, it’s for the older ones, but mostly it’s for me, and Daddy and Mama. I love to write that name: Mama. How sweet it looks!
    But I must begin.

    I suppose I should go way back to when I was just a baby practically. I was only nineteen-months-old when my mother got very sick and died. Being so young, I don’t remember it or her at all. Of course I’ve seen Mother’s picture lots of times, but it’s not the same. Pictures can’t kiss you or hold you on their lap when you are tired. But a Daddy can. Daddy raised me himself. Well, almost by himself. Aunt Anna helped some when I was little before she got married, and Grandma and Grandpa helped too, but mostly it has just been Daddy and me.
    We’ve had a good time together, just us two. Daddy took me out on a sailboat one time, and we flew in an airplane to visit Daddy’s Uncle Josh in Maine when I was eight. I didn’t like the plane too much, but I wasn’t scared because Daddy was there.

    Life hasn’t been all happy though. I mean, when I was little I had a temper. I still have one, but Daddy and I have been praying and Jesus is helping me control it better. But when I was little, I’d get stubborn sometimes when I was told to do something and then when I got in trouble I’d scream and be just awful. I remember one time especially.
    I think I was about four when it happened. I was staying with Aunt Anna, and Daddy was expected to come pick me up any minute. Aunt Anna told me to clean up a mess I had made, but I said no and just stood there. Aunt Anna said, “If you won’t pick up, then you can sit in that chair until your daddy comes.”
    Well, Diary, I didn’t like that and I threw myself on the floor and screamed. Just then Daddy walked in. He didn’t say a word, just picked me up and spanked me. I don’t remember many spankings, but that one I do remember. Then I picked up the toys. So you see, life wasn’t always easy for me or for Daddy.

    I remember another time when I was about seven. I had been in bed for some time, but I couldn’t get to sleep. Finally I decided to risk a spanking by getting up and going to see Daddy. Slipping into the living room, I saw Daddy seated in his chair staring at a picture of Mother. And Diary, he was crying! Until then I didn’t know that Daddy’s ever cried. I forgot all about maybe getting a spanking and just flew across the room and onto his lap. There I put my arms around his neck and whispered, “Don’t cry, Daddy, I’m here.”
    Then Daddy put his arms about me and held me oh so tight. He didn’t say a word for a long time. We just held on to each other in silence. I think that was the first time I knew that Daddy was lonely sometimes, and I started to pray that he wouldn’t be so lonely.

    Now I must go to bed, Diary. Grandma is here to tuck me in.

    I’m back again. Grandma, Grandpa and I just ate breakfast and Grandma asked what I was going to do this morning. (Aunt Anna is going to take me roller-skating this afternoon.) I told her I was going to write everything down about yesterday so I’d never forget if I lived to be as old as her and Grandpa, and so, here I am.
    Where was I? Oh, yes.
    As I grew older, Daddy and I did everything together. Well, almost everything. I still couldn’t go on all his business trips, but I have gotten to go on many. One time we went to Hawaii! The beach was so warm and the water was so blue and we had such a wonderful time that neither of us wanted to go home again.

    I recall hearing people talking about me since I was little. It might have been because Daddy wasn’t very good at doing hair, so mine was usually a mess unless Aunt Anna did it, and my clothes, though they were clean, were often wrinkly. I didn’t care about that, but the talk bothered me. It was as though they thought I couldn’t hear when I was standing right near them or something because they would say to each other, “That child needs a mother’s hand.”
    And the other would reply, “I’ve told Paul that many times (Paul is my Daddy’s name), but he always says they get by.”
    Now I never thought that kind of talk was very nice. I mean Daddy was right. We were getting along, and just fine too. But that was before I turned nine.

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Independence Day!

Happy Independence Day!
What a glorious morning! Do you have big plans for today? Are you going to shoot of fireworks or watch a display of fireworks tonight? There are so many things I'd love to do today to celebrate the 4th, but I have too many grand ideas. :)

This week has been interesting in regards to my computer. It's gotten worse and worse. But, the good news is that I have another one on it's way to me right now! Well, I don't think it's moving on the 4th, but it should arrive in a day or so. Then maybe I can start working on catching up with everything.

Update on Triple Creek Ranch:
I have gotten back into writing book 4. Finally. I have 8 parts written and parts of two other scenes which come later on in the book. I don't normally write parts ahead of myself, but these two scenes just needed written before I thought about them too much. :)
Book 3 is getting close and closer to being finished. The illustrations are almost finished and once I get my new computer I'll be able to work on putting the book together! I can't wait. I'm sure some of you are eagerly waiting for it's publication too. :) I'll try to hurry.

And now, I'm going to give you a poem I wrote. It's been a long time since I wrote and posted a poem, but I didn't really have anything that fit with the day, so I hope you enjoy it. If you want a story to read, you can go read the Medford's 4th of July here and here.

Independence Day

If I lived in Philadelphia, my heart would swell with pride,
In 1776 I’d stand, with patriots at my side.

If I served at Ft. McHenry and the British came to fight,
In 1812 I’d wait to see Old Glory in the light.

If I traveled west by wagon, I would gladly stop and say
A prayer of thanks to God above on Independence Day.

If I flew a plane with Rickenbacker above the foreign skies,
I’d be fighting for our freedom and its glow would fill my eyes.

If I were on board the Missouri in 1945,
I’d thank the Lord that peace had come and I was still alive.

If I joined Neil Armstrong in his trip up to the moon,
I’d wear a grin because I’d know my flag was going too.

So many years of history, of battles, folks, and things,
Our flag still flies in freedom’s skies while my heart loudly sings.

This land of 50 states and stars, the land I call my own,
Is for the brave, the true, the free, where Liberty calls home.

Where should I then in this great land its birth to celebrate?
Two hundred thirty-eight years have gone, God bless the United States.

If I were east in Washington D.C. I’d watch the fireworks display.
If I were up in Boston, I’d hear the Boston Pops play.

If I were in west in California I’d see a dazzling sight.
If I were down south in Austin, I might celebrate all night!

But I am here with family, in the middle of the land,
No fireworks or speeches, and no military band.

But I’ll still give thanks for the U.S.A.
And celebrate Independence Day!

Happy Independence Day!

Dr. Morgan - Part 19

Good Morning FFFs,
Well, I'm going to try to give you the next part of Dr. Morgan. We'll see if my computer lets me. You see, my computer is dying and will only let me do somethings. I think it will let me open the next part of the story so I can copy and paste it in.

This week we have stayed at home and it's been so nice! I've gotten to work on things that needed worked on and the week has flown by. I have even been able to get back into writing again!!! Yay! After about three weeks of not writing TCR-4, I've gotten two parts written. I'm still not very far into the story, but I think you'll like it. :)
What would you all say if I published "The Graham Quartet and the Mysterious Strangers?" Would anyone be interested in having it in book form? And do I have any readers out there who would like to try their hand at illustrating? If so, let me know at readanotherpage [at] gmail [dot] com.

Before I give you the story, here's one more quote from Doodle Bug you can chuckle over.
He was sitting at the table eating a snack of "yogrit" last week and says to me, "I put salt and pepper in my yogrit. It taste yummy!" A few minutes later after he had eaten a bite or two: "I not want to eat it." :) So the next time you think of adding salt and pepper to your yogurt, just remember Doodle Bug has already tried it and, though the initial reaction was delight, reality soon hit and you may not want to eat it either. :)

Dr. Morgan

Part 19

    Limping quickly from the dining room, while tears ran down her cheeks, the troubled girl fled to her room where she collapsed onto her bed and sobbed. Up until that time her forgotten memory had been troubling, but now she felt helpless and alone.
    Back in the kitchen, Mrs. Morgan had heard the cry and hurried into the dining room only to find Amy gone. A quick glance at the unset table, and Mrs. Morgan was sure of what had happened. Stepping into the front room where the rest of the family was gathered, she said, “Adam, Sara, will you please finish supper and see that the table gets set?”
    It was obvious that all had seen Amy’s distress, for Mr. Morgan, Sara and Adam all looked troubled. “Of course, Mom,” Adam replied quietly, standing up to take the spoon from his mother’s hand. “Come on, Sara.”
    With many anxious glances down the hall after her mother, Sara slowly followed her brother into the other room, having set Jenny on the couch to read stories with Danny.
    Pausing in the open doorway of Amy’s room, Mrs. Morgan looked with tender eyes at the sobbing girl on the bed. She was so young and looked so helpless at that moment. “Amy,” she said softly, stepping in and sitting on the edge of the bed.
    Amy, on hearing her name spoken and feeling the gentle touch of a hand, wailed, “Why can’t I remember?”
    “I don’t know, Child,” Mrs. Morgan answered softly. “I don’t know.” Tenderly she stroked the light hair, praying inwardly for wisdom and comfort for this girl with only a name. Unconsciously she began humming one of the evening hymns. It was the tune Heather had first sung to Amy weeks before and the melody soothed her now as it did then. Gradually her sobs lessened and she lay quiet and still. So still was she that Mrs. Morgan wondered if she had fallen asleep, but when she rose and began to spread a blanket over her, Amy stirred.
    “I’m not asleep,” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.
    “Are you going to come eat now? Supper is probably about ready.”
    “I don’t feel hungry,” was the whispered reply.
    Mrs. Morgan patted her shoulder. “All right, Dear. Come when you are ready. And remember this, we want you.”
    There was no reply and Mrs. Morgan left the room wondering if she had done all she could.

    Supper was nearly over when Amy appeared. Traces of tears were still on her face, but no one said a word as Adam, rising with his customary good manners, pulled out her chair for her. She didn’t eat much and scarcely said a word all evening. When it was time for the evening hymns, she remained sitting in her chair and listened, a troubled look on her face.
    After the little ones and Amy had gone to bed, the rest of the Morgan family remained sitting around the fire.
    “What are we going to tell Justin when he calls?” Sara asked softly. “He hasn’t called all day so I expect he’ll be calling any time now.”
    Mrs. Morgan sighed and looked across at her husband. “I don’t know. Perhaps he should come up and see her.”
    “What upset her this evening?” Mr. Morgan asked.
    “She didn’t know how to set the table and I think it was the last straw. Her only cry when I went to her was ‘why can’t I remember?’ I wanted to cry myself.”
    Just then the phone rang and Mr. Morgan rose quickly to answer it. “Hello. We were wondering when you’d get around to calling. . . . I see. Well, . . . no, she went to bed with the little ones tonight. . . . Justin, let me switch phones. It’ll be easier to talk in the office. I’ll put your mother on while I head to the office.”
    On hearing this, Mrs. Morgan rose and took the phone her husband handed her. “Hello, Son. Was the hospital busy today? . . . Oh, I see. . . . Yes, we decorated yesterday during the storm. . . . She was just fine, but there’s Dad. Good-bye. . . . I love you too.”
    Returning to the front room, Mrs. Morgan settled herself once more in her chair. The room was quiet save for the soft sounds of the fire and the low murmur of Mr. Morgan’s deep voice in the office.
    Sara, curled up in one corner of the couch, frowned over at Adam as he absentmindedly straightening the fringe on the rug. “Why do you think she was fine yesterday, Mom, but tonight—” she didn’t finish, but looked at her mother with a puzzled face.
    “I don’t know for sure. It could be that we kept her too busy yesterday to try to think and tonight, well, tonight she tried doing something alone for the first time since she’s been sick and found out she didn’t know how.”
    “I can’t imagine what it must be like to have done something hundreds of times in my life and then suddenly realize that I didn’t know how to do it any longer.” Adam’s voice was thoughtful.
    “Isn’t there anything we can do?” Sara wondered.
    Neither Adam nor Mrs. Morgan had an answer, and all sat in thoughtful silence until Mr. Morgan once more joined them.
    “What did Justin say?” Mrs. Morgan looked up to ask.
    “He’ll be up sometime tomorrow. An ambulance is coming to transport one of the patients to Jackson in the morning and he thought after that he’d be able to get away.” He yawned. “I think I’m about ready to turn in.”
    “Dad.”
    Mr. Morgan turned from the fire which he was carefully banking for the night and looked at his son questioningly. “Yes?”
    “Can I use the truck tomorrow?”
    “All day?”
    “Maybe. You aren’t going to want it?”
    Mr. Morgan shook his head. He could tell his youngest son had an idea in his mind, but until he was ready to share it, his lips would remained closed.

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Dr. Morgan - Part 18

Well Hello FFFs,
I realized that today was Friday and I wasn't sure what to post. I wanted to get a 4th of July story written and hoped it would be several parts long, but I haven't had any chance to write for a few weeks. So, I had to figure out what I could post. Since I don't have time to go through all my stories to see which is the shortest one, I thought I'd just give you a "Dr. Morgan." I know you are probably all really sad that you get that story again. :P

I could tell you my week was busy, but I think I always tell you that. Let's just mention that we are babysitting my 7-year-old niece, my 6-year-old and 3-year-old nephews since Tuesday morning. Life is different when you have three young ones running around. For some reason you don't seem to be able to get done all the usual things. Doodle Bug (age 3) is always saying something funny. We were reading a train book and he was pretending he and I were driving it. I asked him where we were going and he wasn't sure. I made suggestions of different places and states and when I said "Wisconsin" he shook his head and said, "Nope, we can't go dere." "Why?" I asked. His reply wasn't what I expected. "Cause there's too many people dere. My cousins are all dere." :P Silly boy.

We've played outside in the water, we've swung on the swings, rode bikes, played dress-up, read books, played with legos, made and flew paper airplanes, and sent them all to bed tired.
Today they get to help us clean house. Should be interesting. :)

I am hoping to get back into writing next week. TCR-4 is calling me and I want to work on it! The illustrations for book 3 are coming along well and I can't wait to get it published.

By the way, if any of my readers are going to be at the OCEAN conference in OR, my Triple Creek Ranch books are going to be at the Homeschool Authors booth.

But now that I've been distracted several times by Goofball wanting to talk, I should just get the part posted and get on with the morning. After I figure out which part I need to post.

Part 18

    What good things could she fill it with if she couldn’t remember anything? Suddenly part of a verse from one of the evening hymns floated through her mind.
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
    Then another phrase:
    Thro’ clouds and sunshine, oh abide with me!
    Perhaps that was what Adam was thinking about. “Thro’ clouds and sunshine,” she mused. “I feel like I’m in a cloud or maybe a fog. Abide with me. I wonder what I thought about prayer before—well, before all this happened. Dr. Morgan said he believes in prayer, and his father sounds like he believes it. I suspect Mrs. Morgan and Sara believe in it too. What do I believe? Oh!” she turned restlessly. “Why can’t I remember anything?”
    For some time it seemed that no matter which direction Amy tried to turn her thoughts, she always ended up with the same cry, “Why can’t I remember?” At last she fell asleep, determined to ask Adam about what he meant in the morning.

    A snowstorm was blowing down across the mountains when Amy awoke the following day. She felt tired and wondered at first if she should just remain in bed, but at last, feeling that doing anything besides remaining alone was preferable, she rose.
    It was later than the previous morning and breakfast had been eaten by the rest of the family when Amy at last entered the dining room where Mrs. Morgan was seated. Mrs. Morgan rose with a smile. “Good morning, Amy. You just have a seat and I’ll have breakfast ready for you in no time.”
    “I’m not very hungry,” Amy said, sinking down onto a chair.
    “That’s what you said yesterday, Dear,” Mrs. Morgan laughed. “We’ll just see if you can’t put away another hearty breakfast.”
    With a sigh Amy leaned an elbow on the table and her chin on her hand as she stared out at the swirling, blowing snow.
    “Good morning.” The quiet greeting startled Amy and she turned to see Adam coming from the front room. “It sure is snowing outside.”
    Here was her chance, Amy decided, and she blurted out, “What good things do I fill it with?”
    Adam didn’t have to ask what she was talking about, but simply replied, “Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” Adam quoted the words in his quiet manner and added, “Fill your mind with those things and the rest will take care of itself.”
    Amy didn’t reply, and Adam, picking up what he had come after, returned to the other room. Thoughtfully Amy ate her breakfast, not noticing what she ate or the somewhat troubled glances Mrs. Morgan  sent her way.
    Into the quiet dining room came Sara’s eager voice, “Mom, Dad has the boxes down!”
    Smiling, Mrs. Morgan called back, “Wait a few more minutes, Sara, and let Amy finish her breakfast.” Then, turning to her young guest, she added, “We’re going to decorate today, except for the tree, and Sara is about as impatient at nineteen as she used to be at nine.”
    “Decorate?”
    “For Christmas. You can help too, if you promise you won’t wear yourself out.”
    When Mrs. Morgan and Amy entered the living room ten minutes later, they discovered the rest of the family waiting for them. The bustle and activity which followed was something Amy never forgot. Soon she found herself settled in a chair untangling Christmas tree lights while she watched the others unpack ornaments, bows and garlands. Every little while Sara would sit down before the piano and dash off a few bars of a Christmas carol which set everyone to singing. Even Danny and Jenny were not forgotten, and Jenny happily stood by a chair or a table, hanging on to a string of jingle bells and giggling every time she shook them, while Danny followed Adam and Mr. Morgan around, cheerfully getting in their way and not caring in the least if he was nearly stepped on numerous times. Sitting there watching the excitement, Amy wondered what it would have been like to have grown up in a family as happy and pleasant as this one must have been. Reaching the end of her string of lights, she leaned back in her chair, content to watch and listen.
    Everyone was so busy that day that Amy had no time to sit and wonder about her life, and when she went to bed that night, her mind was so full of the pleasant things of the day that the troublesome thoughts of the previous night were forgotten.
    The following day was much the same and Amy, feeling stronger and a little more sure of herself, asked to be allowed to help with supper. Mrs. Morgan accepted her offer with a smile.
    To Amy that was a new experience. She had no knowledge of how to do anything, but, once Mrs. Morgan showed her how to peel the potatoes, Amy felt as though she must have done the same things before, for her hands moved with the speed and ease of someone quite used to the task. “It’s strange isn’t it,” she remarked thoughtfully. “I couldn’t have told you how to peel a potato but now that I’m doing it, I feel as though I’ve done it many times, only I don’t know where or when.”
    Mrs. Morgan nodded sympathetically, but said not a word.
    When the potatoes were bubbling in the water, Amy gathered plates, glasses, napkins and silverware in preparation for setting the table. Humming a Christmas carol, she carried the items to the table and then stopped short. A sudden feeling of panic and confusion swept over her and she cried out, “I can’t do it!”

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