Sunday at Middlemay Farm

“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” Henry Van Dyke   PRE-ORDER: THE ONE MY HEART LOVES & THE GRAND UNION About The Tenafly Road Series: “Characters so…

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The Weldon and Crenshaw families are back and in rare form! Pre-order your copy of the fifth book in the historical family saga today! THE ONE MY HEART LOVES Buck Crenshaw falls in love, but will he have the courage to marry when everyone is opposed to the match?  Buck must choose between happiness and…

Why Did Native Americans Turn Scout?

Apache Scouts “For tribes subject to Sioux pressure for decades, the combination of revenge and self-defense would constitute a powerful motivation, even without the other possible motives of individual warriors. The suggestion that they were betraying ‘the Indians’ would have been meaningless to them. They knew too well who their enemy was.” (Dunlay) And here…

Sunday at Middlemay Farm

“To love our neighbors as ourselves means to see that we are worth loving, and those around us are too.” Jonathan Merritt   The Tenafly Road Series

1916. The bride wore black.

Originally posted on Equinoxio:
La mariée était en noir. The bride wore black. June 1916. Exactly a century ago. WWI had started two years before. Two years of massive slaughter. For nonsignificant gains in the front line in the north and northeast of France. My grandfather, Louis Prodault, his brothers, cousins and in-laws, had been…

Classics Club: Gone With the Wind

Gone With the Wind As much as I enjoyed Gone With the Wind for its insight into Southern society before and after the war, I had so little love for Scarlett by the end that the last hundred pages felt a bit of a chore. Despite this there are scenes in the book so full…

Lake George: The Queen of American Lakes

“Lake George is without comparison, the most beautiful water I ever saw; formed by a contour of mountains into a basin… finely interspersed with islands, its water limpid as crystal, and the mountain sides covered with rich groves… down to the water-edge: here and there precipices of rock to checker the scene and save it…

Mary Shelley’s Mathilda: A Maiden in Love with Death

Originally posted on Byron's muse:
Ahh, gothic maidens, incest and death; three things I love in a novel! I am in such a Gothic mood these days and how convenient that Mary Shelley will be celebrating her birthday soon; this Thursday, 30th August, marks the 221st anniversary of her birth. Did you not get…

NewYork & The Civil War

A Dead Civil War Soldier Waldo Potter was a cousin of mine who perished on the battlefield the day before Robert E. Lee surrendered at Appomattox. It was only the beginning of April and in Upstate New York where his family awaited news of his whereabouts the earth was still barren of color and cold….