Historical novel

Moms are precious people

Many people have asked when the third book in my Promise series books will be published. Your interest warms my heart and tickles my toes.

The books, A Promise to Break and A Promise Child are about Sibyl Pope, a banker’s daughter, and her marriage to a penniless hobo in the 1930’s. They survived many trials. Based on a true story, these books include their first child, Margaret, who is my mother. While I did most of the research for the books, my mother has supplied many of the anecdotes, analysis, and detailed information. The story is hers, as much as mine.

While work on the third book is about a fourth completed, a few months ago, my mother was diagnosed with bladder cancer. She is seriously ill. She’s my inspiration and it hurts to see her suffer. In the past few weeks, she has had outpatient surgery, infections, and been to the emergency room three times, twice being admitted to the hospital. She took her first chemo treatment and had a extremely bad reaction, so the treatment will have to be adapted. Wow. She’s been through a lot!

While in the hospital, she told me that I need to get busy on that third book!

Please pray for my mother and our work together. She wants to see this book finished. Romans 12:12 Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.

By the way, I took a break from the Promise series to write five 1930s short stories about five sisters in Hollis, Oklahoma. The Thomas Sister stories will be released soon and I’ll let you know the date!






My Thoughts

Family Reunions Make Memories

First cousins at Family Reunion

Why did 50 of us travel to Dodge City cow-town on Memorial Day weekend? Some of our family caravanned, a slow but fun way to travel, cars dog-tagging along, arriving at Dodge House Lodge before nightfall on Friday.

For the reunion, we wore matching t-shirts. Now that’s a bonding experience. We had cute gift bags, volley ball tournaments that lasted hours, card games, swimming and Billy Sims delicious BBQ. We made our own family tree on the wall, tracing our grandparents’ Sibyl and Fremont Pope’s lineage back to British royalty, well at least according to What fun! Then little acorn families popped up along the bottom. All we missed was the watermelon and a few family members who couldn’t show up.

Family Tree
Dodge House Hotel

Why do we do this? Why do we take time out of our busy schedule to gather together?

I thought about what family means, in particular my family. We’ve held reunions since I was a child, gathering elderly relatives, new babies, and strangers. Well, related strangers.

We do this to stay connected, or maybe reconnect. I was amazed at how different people played ping-pong or chatted over breakfast, ones who had never connected before. And grandma, oh my, she took individual pictures with each person present, chatting with them about their lives.

That’s the part I like, making memories.

All this is to create memories for our younger generation, and to also remind each person how precious and special they are. They are what makes up our family. We are a bunch of good-looking, creative, moral, and fun individuals. Diversified – different sizes, shapes, ages, colors. Maybe a little competitive. Maybe a little crazy. But we care about each other and that’s what counts.

Individuals have difficulties, days we have trouble getting through, but the support of a family is like a canopy of rare gems. We have to hold on to it, value it, and not let it slip away.

We are jewels. Each person shines brightly, reflecting on past achievements and future promises. Some like me may still need a bit a shining up after the failed starts, but remember that we go through this life together, a handful of people aging in the same sphere.

The lesson I learned this weekend: cherish each other, and go make some memories.