(Series Conclusion)

Previously: Florida resident June Poucher who lives east of Tampa described her preparations for Hurricane Irma before her power failed.

 Thursday, 9/14/17

  My power came back on about noon today!! I first turned the AC down to 74 hoping to cool the house and hoping the power wouldn’t go off again. (That has happened in the past.) I tried to rest but I couldn’t relax; I wanted to straighten up and put things back, etc.

  The morning of the 11th, after Irma had passed, there was a lot of damage to my large trees; many big limbs and much debris covered the yard. My son, his wife and a friend came over and helped me gather most of it. I have brush piles the size of pickup trucks waiting for the city to remove. My son then climbed onto the roof with a bucket of tar, patched over and tarred the worst spots to protect it until I am able to get a roof company to come. That may be a while as they are covered up!

 Of course there was still much smaller debris to be cleaned up and I have been working on that as my energy allows.

  My TV hasn’t come back yet; I guess the cable is not restored. Small problem.

  I am blessed, in so many ways.


Friday, 9/15/17

  My sleep was restless but cool. In late morning I went to Walmart to get a couple of things, mainly milk, which they are out of. I found a couple of cans of Carnation milk to fall back on, so no big deal. Their shelves are mostly empty but I found the few things I needed besides the milk. I still have plenty of food.

  The county paper showed massive damage around town and the county. I don’t know how they managed to get it together and published this quick. It normally comes out on Wed. but I didn’t pick it up til today. Made me realize, again, how blessed I am. Have I thanked you for phoning to check on me while my power was out? I appreciate that, my friend.

  I am still tired but am resting a lot, trying not to push myself. I have no TV yet but there’s always reading to enjoy.


Saturday 9/16/17

  Feeling more rested today. I did a 30 minute bit in the yard this morning though almost all of that is done for now. Just a little more and my yard man will be able to mow around the brush piles Monday.

  I went looking for milk this morning; I don’t like the canned on my cereal. I found only the gallon size at CVS so I gave half to my son and his wife.

  I’m still eating the last of my freezer food; but tonight the rest of it goes in the garbage.

It has ‘aged out’ so I want to be safe.

  My TV is still not working. I called the cable company and they are repairing as much as they can, as fast as they can. I’m still waiting on the insurance adjuster and the roofing company to respond. I really appreciate my son’s work on the roof.


Sunday, 9/17/17

  My TV came back on last night. Maybe my calling them got their attention!

  I made a trip to both CVS and Winn Dixie this morning and glad they are open. I’m only buying canned goods and fresh food. I’m reluctant to buy any meat or frozen food; especially anything on sale as it might be tainted from the storm.

  I took my nap but still can’t seem to get completely rested.

June Poucher (Nov. ‘17) says,

I am recovering from the fatigue of coping with the hurricane and getting back into my normal routines.

around the frame dec 2017 – our experiences

frost on florida grass


Funny! When I first saw the pic with your Mid-month Reflection (before I read it was frost) I gasped and got nervous. Thought it was a flood.! Lol.

We had our first snow that left about half an inch of large flakes on my yard here last week. It was lovely but only lasted about 2 hours. We also had our first taste of old man winter with temps in the 20s!


CaT (Nov. ‘17) adds, “Keep warm!”


Dear Frances–

It’s funny how past realities colors our perceptions. When I first looked at your Nov. ‘17 Mid-month Reflection photo taken from your balcony, my immediate response was “flood!” Then I realized I was seeing frosty grass and not rippling water.

I wish you and yours a peaceful and delightful holiday



Liz/Moascar ( Nov. ‘17) adds, “We don’t get much frost here in Southern California–thankfully! But your photo briefly brought to mind the hurricane floods I saw in Key West.” 


Dear Frances,

Happy Holidays to you and yours.

Your fall necklace of peace is showing!  We value the precious wisdom flowing through your capable hands in the form of Ninepatch every month.  Thank you.



Gail (Oct. ‘17)adds, “…and to all Ninepatchers, may your holidays be merry and bright!”


Our table and another at work.Our table and another at work.

Dear Frances,

Reading June’s “Hurricane Diary I” reminded me of our experience with Irma in Northern Florida. It had slowed to a Level 1 before it came through here.

We had no major damages–but the wind and rain were very scary. A limb fell on the car. Our yard flooded to our door but no water came inside. The septic tank didn’t work until things dried out.

Phones and DSL were if-y. Sometimes they worked sometimes they didn’t.

Because of flooding, roads north of us were closed. We could not take birthday presents to my granddaughter. They waited in our living rooms for several weeks.

What a time!

Peace and blessings,


Joanie (Nov. ‘17) adds, “Hurricanes beat snow! The birthday presents were finally delivered.”


Dear Franceslatefalldays,

I was fascinated by your story of wrapping quilts. You do find some interesting activities to participate in!

Glad to know that Brian’s son, Wally, is back. I think that would be so worrisome to have a child leave home under unhappy circumstances.

It was interesting to read the experiences with Hurricane Irma. My house in Key West sustained some roof damage. The island was incredibly lucky this time and missed the leading edge of the storm and the massive destruction that accompanied it.

Many more trees came down. I thought we had lost all of the grand old trees in Hurricane George. Apparently there were more that succumbed this time around, including two that crashed into Shel Silverstein’s former house. I was so thankful that the house did not flood again though.

Love, and joy,


Liz (Nov. ‘17) adds, “Some hiking friends and I are talking about walking part of the Camino Santiago in Spain and Portugal next year. The main route is 500 miles long. We are thinking of walking only a portion of it. The Camino is now associated with Saint James but has its origins in pre-Christian times. Time to get into training for successive day hikes!”

Liz (left) in her “Happy Place,” Torrey Pines, with friend, Trish

Liz (left) in her “Happy Place,” Torrey Pines, with friend, Trish


Hi Frances,

In our family, we have two Christmases. To beat the travel rush, each year we travel to see family in New York on the first weekend of December. We do a full Christmas celebration there: relatives, food and a big gift exchange!

It really messes with my mind. By then, we’ve decorated our tree at home, made Christmas cookies and ornaments, and wrapped gifts.

By the time we’re back, it feels like Christmas ought to be over, but there are still three weeks or so until “real” Christmas. That’s when we go to church for the special music performances and Santa brings gifts for the kids.



Christa (Sept. ‘17) adds, “There’s plenty more to do in December, too. Our dance studio has a holiday show. My daughter and I are usually in multiple dances each! It feels like there’s always something happening!”


Dear Frances,

Some days I know myself –or some part of myself!

Today I realize I am a wannabe-hermit living on some Northeast Pee-aye mountain.

When I am not chasing evil chipmunks, leaping over vast quantities of jewel weed, coaxing a spider out of a potted plant or running screaming from a snake, I try to clean house.

I say “try.” I usually give up after five infernal, eternally long minutes. Instead, I drag out my quilting paraphernalia or crank up the old lawn mower (sans its mowing blades) to blow away small twigs.


Malaina ( Nov. ‘17) adds, “Yeppers! All of that is more exciting than loading the dishwasher, filling the washing machine or staring a dirty floor in the face–if it had a face.”


Good morning, Frances:

Thanks for the kind words on my poem. (Nov. ‘17) So much stuff came up that morning. I was simply overwhelmed and the poem was a way to deal with it.

These social upheavals are like shaking a bottle with debris that has settled. What I thought had cleared was just lurking and ever present, waiting for the right trigger. The poem was a way to combat and re-frame the memories. Although I felt pretty

desperate when it happened, I am now empowered by my process. I can’t change those incidents, but I can examine them and not blame myself.

It sounds like you are challenged by your efforts to self-publish. Indeed, they call it “work” for a reason! (Hope that you have figured out some of he technical difficulties.) Challenging as it is, there seem to be lessons there, too. Not that the lessons are anything that you signed up for! ?



Linda Rosenthal (Nov. ‘17) adds, “I get frustrated when I can’t figure something out and there is no one to ask. I end up walking away and coming back a day or two later when suddenly, I see the answer.”



Editor’s Note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal.

I’ll be home for Christmas, You can count on me….” Strains of Bing Crosby crooning on my Indiana radio carried me back to the two-story brown house on Douglas Street and early childhood.

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Daddy sang the Crosby-famous song every December as he puttered in his basement workshop. His baritone floated up the stairs and through the registers to the second floor. Playing with a Muffy doll in my bedroom, I smiled hearing Daddy sing.

This December, I will be rather like the 1943 WWII soldiers Bing Crosby originally sang for. However, the song’s lyrics say, “… I am longing to be up North….” That will not apply to me. I am already “up North!” Instead, I am wanting to be in Gainesville, Florida with JK for Christmas.

December 19, the first day I am home, I will rest up from my 17-hour ride on the “Amish Bus” (Pioneer Trails). After that, I will catch up on holiday decorating. First, I will set up our 4-foot, pre-wired tree and hang it with red and white mementos. and tinsel wrap. Not much like trees from my childhood!

In the early 50s, Daddy struggled to put up a real tree. Its trunk stood in a metal stand holding water and its sweet pine fragrance filled the house! I smiled every day when I stepped in our door after school.

However, our real trees had a down-side. We decorated the pine with shiny glass balls, large colored lights of all colors and stringy icicles. Afterward, my arms were covered with red pricks from the pine needles. They itched!

I showed my dotted arms to Mother. She shook her head and marched me to the bathroom. Ivory soap in hand, she washed my arms. After patting them dry, she shook the Calamine lotion, and applied it. All better… mostly.

I was delighted in the early 1960s when Mother bought a different tree. It was made of aluminum. With it came a light and color wheel that turned changing the tree’s hue from red, to blue to green.

No more watering the real tree, or having to be so careful with fragile ornaments or even having to pick up the silver icicle mess. Best of all, it never made me itch!

JK loves having a Christmas tree .Ours is mostly no-fuss: 4- feet tall, artificial and green, it is also pre-wired with multicolored tiny lights. No checking all the light bulbs if one goes out! No tinsel mess; no itching!

Under our tree a few gifts will wait. (Nothing like the piles of wrapped boxes tied with curling ribbon for grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and parents of years ago!) Some will be fancy wrapped but empty boxes, “for pretty!” But, back in May I tucked a few items away in my closet before I left.

Jim and our tree 2016

Jim and our tree 2016

However, compared to my growing up years, there’s a sad difference in our household. JK doesn’t sing “White Christmas!” On the positive side, he is interested in Christmas recipes and will help me prepare this and that.

When I was growing up in the ‘50s, Mother made sugar thins, butter cookies, snowballs and date bars. She filled tins of cookies to carry to neighbors. I don’t go quite that far. I do carry a Christmas Plate of several items to two of our closest neighbors. One thing I usually make cranberry bread. It’s hard to ruin.

This year, JK and I have discussed making “Pepper Nuts” (Pfeffernusse.) I ran across the recipe in Indiana. The tiny, spicy (cinnamon, anise, ginger, allspice…) cookies originated in Russia with emigrants headed east to escape persecution. On their l-o-n-g journey, the little hard cookies would not spoil and soothe complaining children! Maybe they’re like sweet “hard tack.”

What gifts do I want this season of giving? Peace, an end to senseless killings and movement toward reunification of our country’s people. In God’s time.

May it be so!

Frances Fritzie

Frances Fritzie


Glancing at the clock, I stood and smiled when both its hands were straight up. I get to help out at 12:30.

Minutes later, I drove toward Goshen, Indiana’s Fairgrounds. Like cheerleaders shaking pom-poms, maple trees waved red, orange and many still-green leaves as I passed.

Forecasters had predicted another hot, sunny day near 90. Yet, I wore jeans. Shorts are inappropriate. Skirts might not be good. I don’t know what reaching or bending I’ll be doing. How does one cover a quilt with plastic?

My CRV’s air-conditioning whispered cool secrets as I turned east toward the 50th Michiana (Michigan-Indiana) Mennonite Relief Sale. The event was to begin at 5:00. I’ve never been this early before!

In the late ‘90s, a classmate had introduced me to “the quilt sale.” Since then I had attended whenever I was in the north during September. This year, I had volunteered to join five other ladies to cover the donated quilts with clear plastic before Friday evening’s public display.

Finished quilt display

Finished quilt display

Commonly, more than 200 pieced designs would hang on an overhead wood structure that reminded me of a giant clothes drying rack. Perspective buyers and others came to study the quilts and admire the women’s handiwork.

My watch read 12:20 when I entered the large auction building smelling faintly of coffee. Workers bustled in all the four corners I surveyed. Left of the central auction stage, large and small, new and antique items were being assembled for sale: a kayak, several TVs, a roll top desk, antique glassware, and a meat smoker to name a few.

Right of the stage, on the overhead rack, a few quilts had been covered with clear plastic and hung. Maybe there were morning work teams!

Near the door, I picked up a quilt sale booklet. It listed the donor, name, pattern and size of each quilt. I’d like to buy a twin-size Grandmother’s Flower Garden to replace the one Mother gave me 40 years ago.

I remembered that day. Eyes gleaming, she had directed, “Now Fritzie, don’t store this away! It’s for you to use and enjoy.”

I did, too! Sadly, the old material was now full of holes and beyond repair. The old cotton quilts didn’t use the durable polyester blend fabric and thread.

I browsed the twenty hanging quilts and shrugged. No flower gardens! I probably could not afford one anyway.

After exploring, I joined the gals from church. Our crew of 6 stood near one of three plastic-covered tables about the size of a ping pong table. None of us had any experience with quilt covering and waited instruction.

I studied the table. A roll of plastic was at one end and a yellow tape measure stuck to the opposite end. Small foil cups of straight pins had been stapled to opposite sides. How will this work?

Minutes later, a woman from the quilt-prep committee bustled over. Reaching and bending, she demonstrated how to measure each quilt and record the size on its tag. Next, we wrapped the quilt in clear plastic, and pinned or stapled it closed.

Our table and another at work.Our table and another at work.

Our table and another at work.

Discussing the matter at hand, we ladies found a flow to the three tasks. I concentrated on my part. We talked little. Despite overhead fans and opened doors, after an hour I felt warm and damp.

At about 2:00 we took a break. Coffee, mint tea, cold water and lemonade waited on a long table. Homemade treats of every description waited in Tupperware containers: cookies, brownies, bars, two cakes as well as grapes and cheese.

After all three tables of volunteers took their break, we wrapped full speed! The waiting quilt pile disappeared before the 4:30 goal.

Several of my team planned to meet husbands at the food tent at 5:00 for dinner. Waiting, they sat and put their feet up. I joined them to chat.

About 4:45, I “heard” apple fritters “calling” and bid the ladies good-bye.

Men making apple fritters.

Men making apple fritters.

Holding the fritter in a white paper bag, I got in the CRV. Instead of turning west back toward town, I chose a slightly longer drive home. It curved through fields of yellow and gold soybeans.

The blue sky held few clouds. The fritter’s warm homemade applesauce aroma filled the car, bringing sweet memories of earlier canning years.

A perfect ending to a useful afternoon.

I am blessed.

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The swimming area with its deep-water diving platform.

Dear Francairconditioning’sfreezinginthisclassroom!

        Thanks for the camp memory.  It’s funny how little snatches of music and images filter back through the years. I have found myself humming “Joyful, joyful, we are joyful, ever blessing, ever blessed.”

I HAVE no idea where that

would have entered into my life. It may have come from my childhood years in the Salvation Army. It may have been one of the songs I requested sung at my mother’s funeral.

I just researched this on the internet. It is from “The Hymn of Joy,” written as a poem by Henry van Dyke in 1907. As I read the lyrics, I realized I had juxtaposed them somewhat. It begins: “Joyful, joyful, we adore thee…” and the line “… ever blessing, ever blest…” is not until the third stanza.

It was sung in the movie

Sister Act so maybe that is where I heard it recently. However it wormed into my consciousness, it is a beautiful poem.



Liz/ Moascar (Oct. ‘17) says, “I just returned from a Kirtan-Indian devotional chanting–which was just lovely. We sat under the canopy of a large oak tree from which a large paper lantern swung in time to the music and a finger moon rose in the sky and added to the feeling of enchantment.


Ten years ago, Wally points, “It’s his turn!” Brian looks on.


You did so well in handling your questions about why your grandson had left home. 

I always have to think about what I say with my children. I really want to open my mouth and ask what I want to know–not listen to what they need to tell me, if anything. 

Now that I live with my daughter, who is 46, I still want to know details about her life rather than let her be independent.  When she tells me that she will be home late and asks me to walk the dog, I want to ask where she is going. 

However, that’s intrusive. I have to respect that she is very able to take care of herself!



Jane (Dec. ‘16) adds, “I have no need to know my daughter’s business. When I go out, she doesn’t ask me where I am going!”


Dear Fritzie,

Hope your away-from-home grandson is okay. 

It’s really troubling when children (and their children) are having problems. 

The bad thing is we can’t solve them.

Take care, my friend.  


Patricia (See her Holiday Book List in INSTRUCTIONS.)


Hello Frances,

Like you, I have a to-do list.

Mine is not as long as yours or as complicated, I’m sure. But, it helps me get things done.

I also get up early. I like to study my Bible and pray before I start my day. Routines can be very helpful.

I still go to church with my new friend–the one I met out walking.

My dad is still in and out of the hospital for his cancer. He is getting radiation treatments.

Life goes on. I do the best I can.

God bless you.

Love and Prayers,


LindaSue (Oct. ‘17) adds, “I still read a lot, write and stitch. One of my brothers bought me an ‘adult coloring book’.”



Good to hear Florida Ninepatchers are okay. The news said that 60 percent of Gainesville residents lost power. It looks like the Keys were particularly wrecked!

Even with our modern rescue workers and our modern resources, we are not a match for the power of natural forces.

I’m sure that Hurricane Irma will not be forgotten for those who suffered through it and still are suffering. It sounds like a terrible situation and frightening.

In contrast, weather is beautiful here: quiet and a good day here in the office. We have

worked so much through the spring and summer, we have to take a day off now and again to catch up on necessary paperwork.

I told Bill today that I am so busy that I can’t even take the time to talk to myself. ?

Best Regards,


Linda Rosenthal (Oct. ‘17) adds, “Tomorrow I get part of the series of vaccination shots

that I will need for our upcoming Israel trip.”


Dear St. Frances!

Each year I just get tired of the repetitive commercialism this time of year. When at all possible, I try to stay here on the mountain. I always do my best to avoid shopping on Black Friday–just too silly. 

We are getting drizzly rain or bits of ice. Suppose to be chances of snow but nothing in that line has fallen this holiday weekend. It’s been up in the 40s, but I want the colder temps and the snow.

Take care!


Malaina (Oct. ‘17) says, “We really, really need the snow!”



Quilting has really become my passion over the last ten years. I am now the president of one guild and vice-pres. of another.

Last year, I bought a long-arm sewing machine. I wanted to use it to help me make quilts more lovely and professional and speed up the quilting process as well.

With that in mind, I wanted

to make quilts from start to finish and then sell them. (Not working as planned.) Instead, I have customers coming to me to finish their quilts without any advertising.

It’s still fun.


CaT (June ‘17) adds, “We don’t know the direction God has set for us till we are way down the path and can look back, right?”


Dear Fancesallkindsoftravelingsfun,

This weekend, I spent in San Francisco with my older son. I flew up and we stayed in an airbnb. We rode BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) and w-a-l-k-e-d a lot. I like to hike and do it often. Walking is great, too, but I found those city sidewalks harder on my legs than hiking on somewhat softer surfaces.

What with plane delays and freeway closures, it was 3 in the morning on Monday when I returned home.

3> Liz

Liz/Moascar (Oct. ‘17) adds, “It was great to spend some time with my son.”



It seems as if my thoughts and feelings are becoming sharper and much more painful. (I know I have to walk with them and feel them.)  

I have had a dream, too. In my dream I was with a group and we were all traveling by train.  It was time to get off and everyone was separated.  I looked and looked but could not find anyone I knew.  I wasn’t sure where to go.  

Just over the tracks, I went up a hill to townhouse like structures where we were to go to stay, but I didn’t know which one.  It was late and dark and I was so tired.  

People told me to go have my picture taken with other group members.  I went and found a group. Even though I knew no one, I sat with my head on my arms. I was so very, very tired and overwhelmed.  (I was even too tired for anxiety or despair.)

 Just then some one poked my upper arm. It was my late husband, Ed. He came to take me home.  

Then I woke up.  

It was the best gift EVER.  I felt soo blessed.  Ed will be there for me.

I know you believe in dreams and wanted to share this one with you.



AmyKaren (Oct. ‘17) adds, “I suppose it sounds somewhat nuts, but I soo cherish that dream!” 


Dear Frances,

Think of you up North. Fall; is my favorite season–especially the beautiful colored leaves. You had a reunion and the fair, too. Such fun!

Are you missing Florida and all our storms? We are plugging along. Lots of clean up. I still have time to enjoy my grandchildren. At 2, Ethan says he is “Big now!” His 4-year-old sister enjoyed staying with me where she can “play” without her little brother bothering her. ?

Miss you here.

Love and prayers,


Joanie (Oct. ‘17) “Know you are missed ‘back home in Florida.’”


Hi Frances, 

I am OK. I haven’t written because I’m just figuring out this new computer!

Now I am alone after my husband died, in late winter my son moved here from the West Coast. He found a job close by. Now he takes care of all that needs fixing in the house. He’s also a lot of fun!


Louise (Jan. ‘17) adds, “I admire the way you are able to travel by bus and live your own life. I have never felt I could do so.”


Dear Fritzie,

I rejoined my gym after a 10-month hiatus. I’m making my workouts really short and easy because I don’t want to get sore or injured. But, I am able to do a mile and a half on the treadmill without going brain dead. This was a good step for me and hopefully will help me with the grayness.

Elaine (July ‘17) adds, “Speaking of the gray–I noticed getting out to dinner with guys lifted my spirits

a huge amount but it was only temporary. I just need to be around people more.”



(Part 1 of 2)

Note:   Florida resident June Poucher lives east of Tampa, Fl. In a series of journal entries, she describes her preparations for Hurricane Irma.


Wednesday 9/6/17

  I am making a few preparations for Hurricane Irma and praying it goes out to sea. Of course I am keeping up with the latest weather bulletins.  I believe my block and brick house will withstand high winds. I am a ways inland and don’t plan to leave.

  My gas tank is full and I have batteries for my flashlights and some non-perishable food. I am making ice cubes and will bag them and store them in the freezer. When the power goes out, those cubes will be tempor-ary help until bagged ice is available.


Thursday 9/7/17

With the storm approaching, I have had a lot to do. I changed my bed and did laundry this morning. Still making ice cubes for temporary use when the power goes out as it always does. I want to get to the store for some bottled water and a few other things but I don’t have the energy today; maybe tomorrow.

Of course I am following Irma’s track, hoping and praying it goes out to sea.


Friday, 9/8/17.

  Another day of watching Irma and doing all the things I can to prepare. Right now it looks like her path will be right through our area. Having had recent oral surgery, I am slow, tired and lacking energy. (Next.)

  My son came by. He wanted to check their generator, which is in my barn, as it had not been started up in years. He and his wife are also are planning to stay home. He and my grandson will be around to help with the clean-up afterward. Last hurricane, they kept the chain saws going to clear the trees.

  I shopped for a bottle of lamp oil for the old kerosene lamps that belonged to my grandmother. I couldn’t believe a 3 qt. bottle cost $19.25 with tax! I also went on to Winn Dixie and got 2 bags of ice, etc. When the power goes out I will have them to put in my big ice chest to keep my refrigerator stuff.

  I have also been gathering my important papers into a box so that I can take them with me if I should have to leave the house.


Saturday 9/9/17

  I’ll be so glad when this hurricane is over; I’m exhausted! I try to take rest breaks as often as I can. This morning I have spent in the kitchen. I cooked everything that was in the freezer and, as it cools I will refreeze it. Then during a long power outage I can thaw it out. It will be cold but edible.

  My chores are finished for the day and so am I!


Sunday 9/10/17

  The power will fail before long. It is already raining lightly with a small breeze. Latest advisory has the storm coming up off the coast south of Tampa. I will be on the east side of it which is the stronger side.

  There’s nothing else I can do except ‘hunker down’ to wait it out. I plan to make an extra pot of coffee for the thermos. Better to have cold coffee than none!


June Poucher (Oct. ’17) adds,”I am a native Floridian so I have been through many hurricanes. I do everything that I can do to prepare, and then trust my Higher Power with the rest.


Out on my porch, I sit and listen to crickets. The sun has gone down behind the clouds and it’s 9:00.

As I listen, one by one stars start to appear in the night sky. A cloud moves. The moon comes out and shines down on the parking lot of my condominium. In the nearby tree a screech owl starts his whinnying cry.

Against the darkened sky I can just barely make out the constellation Orion. In that constellation is

the Orion Nebula which is basically a cloud of purple and yellow gasses. I am in awe!

If I look at the constellation Scorpio, I might see a red super-giant star, Antares. It that is about 100 times bigger than our sun!

All this is handiwork of a God that loves us more than anything, so much that he created it for us!

Bookworm Oct. ‘17) adds, “On nights like this I fully appreciate what God has done.”


Emotion disrupts rational thought.

James (Oct. ‘17) adds, “It’s difficult to think clearly when one is upset.”


I enjoy special holiday stories by one of my favorite authors, Anne Perry. Maybe you will enjoy some holiday reading, too.

The list of Perry’s holiday books starts below with the first one written:

A Christmas Journey

A Christmas Visitor

A Christmas Secret

A Christmas Beginning

A Christmas Promise

A Christmas Homecoming

A Christmas Garland

A Christmas Hope

A New York Christmas

A Christmas Escape

A Christmas Message

Patricia (Oct. ‘17) adds, “I am waiting for the latest MC Beaton, Agatha Raisin mystery, The Witches’ Tree to arrive at the library.  Will call and put my name on the waiting list!”


Recently, I enjoyed the book A Paris Apartment by Michelle Gable, published in 2014. I pick-

ed it up in one of the “Little Library” boxes we have in Traverse City, Michigan.

Here’s the storyline: April, a Sotheby’s furniture specialist, travels to Paris to evaluate the antiques found in an apartment there. The place has been shut up for 70 years. It is full of cobwebs, dust and many gems from the 1800’s. The first thing April finds is a portrait of a beautiful lady, by a renowned portrait artist.

As April digs through these artifacts, she is intrigued with this lady wondering who she was. Then she finds journals by “Marthe.”

Throughout the book the reader finds out all about the Paris life of this famous courtesan. The old tale is also interspersed with accounts of April’s current friendship with

the attorney representing the descendent of Marthe.

Palma (Oct. ‘17) adds, “The book’s back cover blurb is written by Allison Winn Scotch and says it all. “Gable deftly weaves ‘romance, mystery, past and present into a wonderful page-turner.’ “