Sibyl, the wealthy girl who marries into poverty, wants to move away from Shawnee and live in peace enough to share her faith. She yearns to experience more of life than the squabbles and arguments she hears from her family. Another child? Another job? Another church or town?
Will any of this help Sibyl feel more satisfied?
As for her husband, Fremont Pope loves Sibyl enough to promise to travel to the stars and back if that’s what she wants. He desires to move and take her away from the dysfunctional family to create a calm, stable life. But can that happen? Can anyone ever have a calm, stable life? Can Fremont keep his promises?
Based on a true story, this family saga continues with heartaches and blessings that form an inspiring story.
Did you know Sibyl's youngest sister, Frances, is still alive at 93 years old? She lives in a nursing home in Oklahoma City.
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Sally Matilda, a former high school football queen, marries the school’s handsome running back. Her perfect life shatters when he falls into abusiveness and addictions. How will she respond when a life-changing crisis arises?
Susie May, the cute, petite middle sister, marries the most handsome band director in the country. After many moves and disappointments, what will she do when his tragic, double life becomes known in her home town?
Annie Crump still grieves the loss of her fiancé, but a tall, good-looking barber melts her heart. For some reason, he never tells her about his former life. How will she manage when an ex-wife appears and files a lawsuit to take everything they own?
Based on true stories. I hope you enjoy reading the THOMAS SISTER SERIES as much as I’ve enjoyed researching and writing them.
Child, remember God has a plan for you….Never forget that!’
Set in the 1930’s the true story of this family is one of survival for some and not for others. The Great Depression has affected everyone, even those who live in town. Sybil wants nothing more than to make her Papa proud of her. This desire permeates almost everything she does. Deeply involved in socialism, Papa is a lot of talk and very little action. Realizing that she needs a purpose that is her own, spurs Sybil on to make very different choices than those that would be made for her.
The author has put a great deal of research into this book, which is evident as you read the detail of the town, the people and even the politics. I could almost feel the grit in my teeth as I read about the dust bowl and the incredible drought. It must have been very difficult to believe that God had everything in control and had not abandoned them.
The oldest and most jovial of the sisters keeps a terrible secret for eight years. Will her husband be devastated if he finds out she had a part in their child’s death? Will he still love her?
Each of the five sisters face extreme circumstances that tests their faith. Living in Hollis, Oklahoma, during the 1930s Dust Bowl makes these issues more challenging. Based on true stories, I hope you’ll love the tales of these sisters as I release them – one every few weeks.
How long should I keep greeting cards? Sunday afternoon I sifted through a plastic box crammed with a thousand old cards. I may be a hoarder or a sentimental old fool, but I’ve kept every card I’ve ever received. Clearly it was time to cull the syrupy collection.
The assembly included invitations and announcements. Birth,
graduation, marriage, and death announcements. I placed those keepers in a
separate file to scan into my computer. But what about the rest?
Greeting Anniversary and birthday cards. Thank you notes. Get well cards. Postcards. Cards from disconnected old friends, former colleagues, and vanished pals. International students’ cards with cute little flowers. People who cared, who took the time to send me sweet, considerate messages. My fingers touched each card tenderly. Laughed at the funny cards. Cried over the sad ones.
I found surprises. Opening an anniversary card from Bill’s deceased granny dated 1999, I stared at a twenty-dollar bill! She always sent money, but I had missed this one. I found three 2010 unused gift cards, two bookmarkers, and several grandkids photos.
Overwhelmed with emotion during the afternoon, I read words from family members now deceased. One small note was from my brother. The only note I ever received from him, besides his words on thank you notes, was signed, “Your adoring brother, Fredrick.” That tore my heart, bringing back memories of a few years ago when we took cancer treatments together. My sweet brother didn’t make it. I read my late Grandma Bill’s notes with prayers and Bible verses to encourage me. Departed relatives who showered me with consistent thankfulness and concern.
I didn’t want to discard any connection to my past.
So how would I decide what to keep and what to throw away? How
could I dispose of my grandson’s first birthday party announcement? My granddaughter’s
childish stick figure drawing, her and me with the words “together forever”? The
note from my daughter when she was a teenager stating how she appreciated my
parenting? My mother’s beautiful handwriting?
I kept most cards from our children and grandchildren, and at
least one or two of every deceased relative. I also kept every single one of my
husband’s hundred cards given through the years, and plan to tape them to our
bedroom wall next Valentine’s Day. I kept many family members and a few friends’
Almost half of the cards and envelopes were thrown into a huge pile. I wish I was diligent about replies, and after the afternoon of re-reading, I will try harder. I appreciate each correspondence because that huge assortment of drawings, pictures, and words humbled me in a surprising way. So many people connected to me. I was loved—and overwhelmed.
Many times in the Bible, God tells us to remember.
Remember, not just how he helped the Israelites, but what he has done in our
lives. He has caused his wonders to be remembered; the Lord is gracious and compassionate.
Each beautiful card brought back memories and a nostalgic history
drew me a picture of what God has done by bringing loved ones near.
get-togethers began in our family ions ago. That’s what families do—get
together—if they like each other. Or not.
have a picture of an Akin family reunion dated in the early 1900s. My Grandpa
Thomas Elisha Akin stands in the middle of the back row, as good looking as
Clark Gable. He’s surrounded by his wife, my great aunts and uncles, and a row
of corralled youngsters sitting in front. His parents, Elisha Levi and Dora
Alice Valentine Akin, born in 1851 and 1856 respectively, perch on chairs. There
are so many relatives I’ve never seen nor heard about except tidbits here and
there. Their lives are a mystery.
makes me wonder about them. What did they talk about? What was Great-grandma’s
favorite pastime? Did she make homemade biscuits as delicious at my
grandmother’s? Did she hate the drudgery of doing laundry by hand? Did she
discuss deep life questions with her children? Was my great-grandpa Akin one of
those staunch, tough-as-nails men who didn’t know how to communicate? Like my
grandpa and my father? What genes and traits were passed down to me and my
family? Stubbornness? An inquisitive mind?
was born an Akin and proud of it. With research, I traced our family history back
across the United States to Arkansas, Georgia, New York, Rhode Island, and then
to Dartmouth, Massachusetts and a Quaker community. Tracing farther back, our Oklahoma
Akin family originally came from Aberdeen, Scotland, traveling to the U.S. in the
of all, I speculate about their beliefs. Living in Scotland, did some of the
Akins leave their homes during the Bishop’s Wars or because of religious or
political persecution? Just why did they travel by boat to the U.S.? Perhaps
someone has researched this and has more knowledge.
That would be an awesome trip—to travel to Scotland to see where the Akin/Aikine’s lived!
Did the Akins have faith in God to help them through the hard times? Perhaps their faith still lives on. My family trusts in God and still tries to follow His ways.
therefore that the Lord your God is God; he is the faithful
God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of
those who love him and keep his commandments. Deuteronomy 7:9
A thousand generations to those who love him. And keep his commandments. And it’s been less than ten generations back from me when my ancestors lived in a Quaker community. Maybe some of them were praying hard. Perhaps faith continues on just like our family reunions continue on, and that means I need to be praying for the next ten generations!