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Mamma's Memoirs Part 3 & Love Inspired Historical Giveaway

3/25/2012

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Anita Mae Draper wrote her first western at the age of 14. After entering one scene in a class short story assignment, her teacher gave her the highest mark in the class with the notation that she should be writing "contemporary romance instead of cowboys and Indians". 

Today, Anita Mae writes western romance. : )

She lives on the prairies and only has to go out her door to capture the scents and sounds of the Old West. Especially in hunting season.  

Mamma's Memoirs Part 3
by Anita Mae Draper

This is the 3rd post of the memoirs of Tyyne Henrekson.
Part 1 - Mamma's early years in Finland
Part  2 - Meeting and marrying Pappa and emigrating to Canada

These memoirs are taken from Mamma's hand-written booklet, Grandma Henrekson (Kakkonen)  Memoirs--in English (1992). 

Because Mamma's Memoirs contains mostly photos of Pappa and Mamma's life in Northern Ontario, I'm letting their eldest daughter, Taimi DisCala, whom we met in Part 2, tell you what it was like back then. First, however, I'll add a map to set the location. 
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The farm is 7 miles west of Hearst on TransCanada Hwy #11 Northern Route

Taimi's memories:

They bought a few cows, pigs, chickens, etc. Mamma always had a large garden near the house that Pappa ploughed and readied for planting. Pappa always had a large field of potatoes to sell at the Co-Op in Hearst. They worked very hard, as you can imagine.
 
Mary was born at home in Ryland on April 10, 1937 before Pappa was done at camp for the season. Before he came home, the neighbour ladies would come on skiis to help with the milking & children. Mimi (Miriam) was born 1  1/2 yrs later on Oct 30, 1938.
 
When we were growing up I started school when I was 5 yrs old. Mamma wanted to know
what I had learned each day & asked me, what did I read? So she & I learned together. The 1st book was John & Mary, so she repeated after me "My name is John, I go to school." Then, "My name is Mary, I go to school." She went on from there. That was 1938. 

We had a wooden toilet made with 2 holes, one larger than the other  for us children, & Pappa made wooden covers to fit! Lots of newspapers as we had no toilet paper. We put wallpaper on inside walls to look pretty. We had a commode indoors for nights & winter - Mamma cleaned it all - ready for next night.  
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Taimi and Miriam up on haystack
In summer we went to our local Sunday School which was our local church next to the school. In winter it was heated by the older boys when we were practicing for our Christmas Concert. The church was nicely decorated by pupils & teacher, & when concert night came, we were all dressed in our finest! We sang carols & performed a play or 2. Then we heard bells afar. Teacher would say Santa’s on his way! Close to the door the bells stopped & IN came Santa Clause!!! We always sang a song for him& then he started giving us the presents that the
teacher handed him from under the tre. He called each of us by name to come get a present or 2 with always, a bag of a few tangerines & candy. It was Pappas horses that brought Santa, but Santa was one of the neighbours! We got a ride home on the horse sleigh with our presents!!Then Christmas holidays!

On January 4th, 1943 Mamma went into labour & being Christmas, Pappa was still home. He went to the neighbours' across the track—Gieckos' family. They had a telephone as Mr. Giecko
worked on the railway. They had electricity from a windmill which provided lights, iron & gramaphone!! Pappa had Mr Giecko call Dr. Arkinstall & by the time the Dr. came, David was all already born. He took Mamma & baby back to Hearst Hospital with the snowmobile/ Bombardier & 2 days later they were back home. Pappa went back to camp and the ladies kept coming back to help when needed.

When the farm was progressing Pappa, left the camp with a team of horses & tended to the farm where they both milked the cows. I learned to milk when I was 7 yrs.old. They had help from the Canadian Government for foreign people to get started. When haying time came a few yrs later Mamma, left the field early with Mary, Mimi & David , & left me with the men to finish hay making for the day. Pappa told me to go home to help Mamma in case she needed help. I had a new bicycle by then and went home, but I couldn't find her anywhere! The   youngsters were playing on the grass. They thought Mamma was in the stable as the cows were all in. I called…no Mamma although several pails of milk were done. I went inside to get the table set for men as they were coming in with Pappa. He told us to eat supper, which was already cooked, & went out to look for Mamma. He then came in with a bundle saying, “Look what I found?”  There was baby Billy! We all finished supper& washed up. Pappa & I finished milking & let the cows out. That was July 24th, 1944. Then 2 yrs later, Pauli was born in Hearst Hospital in Oct.
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The steam train passed our log house on Sunday & Thursday mornings, & on Sunday I had to go to the P.O. to get the mail. I often waited at the Ryland station for the train. When it arrived, Mr. Talbot would take the mail bags & grocery delivery from train & into the back of his store to "box" the mail. In winter, we had to have our Sunday School by mail. We had questions to answer from the Bible, & send them in each month.

Pappa would play the violin as Mamma cooked Sunday dinner. We always prayed before we
ate. Mamma told us to sing the poem, “Thank you for the world so sweet - Thank you for the food we eat - Thank you for the birds that sing - Thank you God for everything . AMEN.” Pappa would join in with Aaaaaa MMMMMeeeeeen!!

One day us kids were fooling around in the kitchen on chairs & I hit my head on the bottom of Pappas' violin!!!! The neck broke! I was frightened to death! What was I going to say? Pappa saw it & asked what happened. I confessed, "My head hit it." He took the violin & went out. We never heard him play again. Pappa never said a word to me.
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Billy, Pauli, David circa 1950?
 
Pappa would go into the barn when any visitors came, & Mamma had to struggle on her own to speak English. We had 10 cows then & sold cream. The separator was in the kitchen of the old log house - we had to turn the handle & cream came from one nozzle & skimmed milk from the other. Skimmed milk was used for baking & given to the pigs. We drank lots of buttermilk - similar tasting as todays yogurt. We had no electricity. Water was pumped from the well close-by & brought indoors in pails to stand on benches, ready when needed.
In summer we took cows to pasture in the morning, & back after school to stay in the closed yard for the night. I had to milk 2 cows before going to school & feed Rex my Malamut/Husky, which was a real pal of mine, but had to be kept on a long cable run as Pappa wouldn't have him loose. Rex took us to school sometimes.

When Pappa had a bush camp with 6 men about 1 & 1/2 miles away across the highway for NEWAGO CO, he had a cook. Pappa came home one night & said the cook has only flour for 1 day! So Rex & I went to Talbots' store a mile away after school. It was winter & Mr. Talbot wrapped the 100 lb. bag of flour in oilcloth, & Rex pulled us another 1 + 1 1/2 miles away to Pappas' camp & I was treated to hot chocolate & fresh donuts !!! Yummmmmm!
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Mary, Miriam (back), David, Pauli, and Billy circa early 1950's
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Aimo and Tyyne Kakkonen/Henrekson on the stoop of their new home, 1950
This was going to be the final part of Mamma's memoirs, but she has a few paragraphs left -one tragedy in her family's life.

Since I have some interesting photos from 50's and 60's which show places Aunt Taimi talked about here, I'll post one final part in this saga sometime in the next few weeks.

To be continued...
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Anita Mae Draper: Mamma's Memoirs Part 2 & Giveaway

3/18/2012

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Anita Mae Draper is retired from the Canadian Armed Forces and lives on the prairie of southeast Saskatchewan, Canada with her hubby of 30 plus years and 2 of their 4 kids.
She writes western stories set on the prairies of Saskatchewan, North Dakota, Montana and Wyoming.  Anita Mae is represented by Mary Keeley of Books & Such Literary Agency.


This is Part 2 of the memoirs of Anita Mae's Finnish grandmother.  Read Part 1 here.

Mamma's Memoirs Part 2
by Anita Mae Draper

These memoirs are taken from the hand-written booklet, Grandma Henrekson (Kakkonen)  Memoirs--in English (1992). 

In her memoirs, Mamma glossed over some of the facts that had a profound impact on her life... things she mentioned repeatedly as we were growing up... things she didn't want to forget. And so for those times, I'm including additional notes written by Mamma's eldest daughter, Taimi, who is my mother's sister.

Mamma had a Finnish accent and although she spoke English well, she those words ending in 'ed' as a separate syllable. Thus walked became walk-ed, etc. In the same fashion, we pronounced her name with a deep emphasis on the word 'mum' then carried the 'm' for a beat before completing the 'ma' and cutting the 'a' off sharply, as in Mummmm-ma. And Pappa is pronounced with the accent on the first part too, so it becomes, Pup-pa.

We left off at the end of Part 1 with Mamma (Tyyne) on the brink of adulthood...



My Sister Aino asked me to go with her to visit our auntie's place.  So we went...
            
            .....And I found a man there.

We wrote letters every week.  He came to give me a ring.  I was working in a new place for only one month, when he came in November with his mom to marry me.
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Aimo Kakkonen,22 and Tyyne Vasarainen, 17 approx 1925
I was 17, Aimo 22, and we settled to live in his home.  He worked with horses, I with cows as a maid.  So when we decided to have our own home, we had no money as we didn't get paid for working for Aino's parents.  Now they had to hire women to do milking and other chores.

We took skis and traveled a long distance to Aimo's sisters' place.  She owned some money to Aimo for the work he had done earlier for her.  We took the train to Suojarvi.  Our cousin Evert Leivo lived there.  Leivos' had a new house, only two rooms were ready.  So we
slept in the attic.  They didn't charge us for rent.  We worked at the sawmill--but one morning in July we found the sawmill burned down.  Only ashes and chunks of iron were left.

Everyone hurried to other sawmills to be hired, but we bought nice clothes and went back to Aimo's home.  They welcomed us, because it was haying time.  We ate a lot of fish.  Next winter my husband and his brother August went out to look for work.  They found work at Suojoki and rented an apartment.  My husband called for me to join them and cook for
them.  However, his family didn't like to let me go.  But I walked to the railway station on the second day of Christmas to join my husband.  So we travelled back and forth until 1929.  Now there was no more work anywhere.


My First Child--And the Trip to
Canada:


Our cousin and my husband came to Canada in spring 1930.  Leivo's family came in July.  Hildo sold their house and left some money in a bank in Helsinki.  I didn't know anything about the money.  I had my baby two weeks after my husband had left for Canada.  It was stillborn.
Aunt Taimi wrote about this time in Mamma's life:
     You must remember after Tyyne Vasarainen & Aimo Johannes Kakkonen were married in Finland, that was very poor times... Mr. Evert Leivo wife Hilda had already gone to Canada,& promised Pappa that they will find him work there as Barber as Pappas profession was cutting hair & photography. So after some time Pappa received a ticket - ( for 1). Mamma was left in Finland, pregnant. All the women said that they all lost their husbands that way, and they never came back !!
Mamma cried so much that she lost her baby girl, naming her Taimi.
    
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Poem Dedicated to Baby

I was sick for a while.  Summertime I worked for farmers, but prepared to go after my dear Aimo to Canada.  I had very little money left, but I made it to Helsinki.

I went to the Scandinavian Line office and said: "I am ready to go to Canada."  

A man said: "How much money do you have?"

"I don't have any money."

"Why didn't your husband send money?"

"He doesn't have any."

"Don't you have anyone else there?"

"My cousin Evert Leivo's family in Hearst, Ontario, Canada."

"Come back tomorrow."

I went to the same place next day.  The man said, "Let's wait a little".

We went to a bank on the same street.  It was a big surprise to me!  I had to just write my name and I got the TICKET!

Rail to Turku, then little boat to Stockholm in Sweden, over to Gothenburg in train.

Then in October to boat Drottningholm and  started the ocean trip nine more days until Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.

Then I was sick five days.
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The SS Drottningholm, sporting the livery of the Swedish American Line
Landed:

But when I got to land, the officers stopped me, because I should have had $25.00 as I was coming to Canada. I only had $12.00 that my dear husband had sent me.  The other passengers went to catch the train, I was put into quarantine for three days.  I was so
glad--the bed didn't shake anymore like it had on the boat over the Atlantic  Ocean  at winter time.

After three days a Finnish man came to tell us:

'Ready to travel on train....All Aboard!'

We were taken to a store first with other women.  No one of us could speak English.  A French store keeper was showing us shelves with goods.  What shall we take?  Everyone opened their purses wide, showing that we had no money.  The woman just laughed and gave everyone
something. 

It was a Salvation Army Store, and Christmas was coming soon. She gave me a white apron and blue necklace.  I later gave the present to Leiv's daughter in Hearst.
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Waiting for the train in Halifax Train Station.
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Steam Locomotive heading from Halifax, Nova Scotia, through Toronto to Hearst, Ontario.

At the railroad station in Hearst were Aimo and Evert and also a man from the Government.  I spent one month with my husband in the bush camp.  I wrote to a friend in Toronto. She wrote back, that it  was possible to get work there.  So we decided, that I would go, because the only work for my husband in Hearst area was bush camps, no work in town.  I went to Toronto alone and got a job as a maid.  I paid my ticket to Leivos' through mail.  After nine months my husband came to Toronto in box car.

Aunt Taimi wrote:
    On boat to Halifax , she met a Jewish couple who took her in as a maid - getting a room for her in a rooming house , close to her work. Mamma recalls often "she loved it there" learned how to cook , etc.  That was in Toronto, after she came from Halifax by train. They thought she was a single lady, & only spoke Finn. Pappa would come & visit from Hearst by "boxcar" in those days. Pappa was working in Hearst as a Barber - & then came the 30s depression!! Pappa had no job, & came to stay with Mamma, as she had work , until she got pregnant. She kept herself tied up around her tummy, so it wouldn't show - until one day they guessed & she was fired. Mamma had the baby girl at Toronto General Hospital named her Taimi like the baby she lost in Finland - that was ME! Mamma was able to get another job as maid & cook for another family & Pappa would look after the baby. He said Taimi slept the best in her baby carriage on Eatons' corner, where all the trolley busses etc made lots of noise!!

Second Baby:

Our baby was born in Toronto, August 10, 1933.  So I couldn't work.  Amio was there winter time.  He took care of our 3 month old baby, so I could work by days.  He went to Hearst in the spring and built a home on our homestead in the bush.
  
 
When I came to Hearst with one year old Taimi, the first winter we both got jobs at Viita Camp.  I was cooking, and Aimo helped with horses.  They had three teams, I mean six horses.  They hauled wood to a siding all winter.  In spring we went to our own camp in bush.  
Aunt Taimi wrote:
    Then word came that there was a bush camp job opening & they need a cook, in REESOR near MATTICE so they went there. Mamma was the cook to 6 men & Pappa had 2 teams of horses & I was by then 2 yrs old. (Canadian Government) helped them get started. Mamma told us that when the men came to eat, as they sat on benches at the table Taimi would take all their tobacco pouches out of their back pockets & put them in a can in the shed to make pies/bread etc. The men spoiled me, I'm sure! Then she said Taimi was lost - they all went to look for her & thinking she could of wandered into the bush that had wild animals. Then someone found me sleeping behind some flour/potato bags.
 
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Taimi and her kids beside Pappa & Mamma's old homestead house circa 1960.

Mary (my mom, and Pappa and Mamma's second daughter) said via phone:
    The original homestead was on the east side of Hearst, 6 miles from town. Pappa only paid $10 an acre because it was all bush without a road. Mamma didn't like it because she was worried about getting out in the winter if something happened to the baby. 
    She saw an ad in the Toronto newspaper about a farm for sale in Ryland, 7 miles west of Hearst. Finland has lots of good rye growing land, so Mamma said that was a good place to live. They paid $250 to the Catholic church for the farm. It contained one log building where a priest had lived and held mass, but was no longer needed.
After the peelwood time we bought a farm at Ryland, but we still went to the bush camp for the hauling time. Taimi was two years old when we bought the Ryland farm.  There was a small barn and a three room house.  We bought two cows in the spring from a neighbour, a widow, Mrs. Halgren.  At fall Aimo bought two horses and hauled pulpwood to a siding.  He
had to hire a man to do the cooking, because I had cows and a child to be cared for at the farm.  First we sold some butter to Hearst.  They established a creamer in Hearst, so we sent cream there and got cream checks.  Hearst was 7 miles from the homestead.
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Ryland farm cows, circa 1950
I made a garden, and got potatoes and all garden vegetables of our own. Then the highway was made, and we were able to send milk to the town of Geraldton two times a week in an eight gallon can. Hearst is 123 miles from Geraldton. 

The name of Kakkonen changed into the English language as when Taimi went to
school, she said her last name was Henrekson, so it was ...that is how it was changed to this day.

Aunt Taimi wrote:
    Pappas' name was Aimo Johannes Kakkonen & the Canadian neighbours couldn't
say it right - they called him"Kaka-nen" to him meaning "poo-ish" & that to
him felt dirty, so renamed himself John (after Johannes) & Hendrickson after
"Henri" his father, & son.

To be continued...

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Stay tuned for the Part 3 of Mamma's Memoirs.

For the history buffs, I'll be posting information on
my writing blog about things Mamma encountered on her trip from Sweden to Hearst. This will include the:
- SS Drottningholm
- Canadian National train 

Thank you for visiting. If you liked this post, please leave a comment and let me know. Thank you.


 
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Jessica Nelson: 'Singing in a Silo' & Giveaway

3/11/2012

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This week we welcome Jessica Nelson to Author Memories.

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Jessica Nelson, in keeping with her romantic inclinations, married two days after she graduated high school. When Jessica is not chasing her three beautiful, wild little boys around the living room, she can be found staring into space as she plots her next story. Or she might be daydreaming about a raspberry mocha from Starbucks. Or thinking about what kind of chocolate she should have for dinner that night. Whatever she's thinking, one thing is for certain, she is blessed with a wonderful family and a lovely life.


Singing in a Silo
by Jessica Nelson
Singing in a silo is sound and beauty and echoes enveloping you in a heady, swirling rush.

When I was a young girl, maybe ten, my sisters and I visited our grandma in Iowa every summer. Grandma Charlene lived in what felt like the country. Now that I’m an adult I’ve discovered she was but a few miles from the nearest town, but as a child familiar only with the closed-off skies of the south, it felt like Grandma’s farm had been plunked down in the middle of nowhere, on the edge of a dirt road, surrounded by corn fields I couldn’t see across and a sky that never seemed to end.

No neighbors to play with, only sisters on a farm.

During those summers, I remember wild days of doing whatever we wanted. Grandma had stacks of books from her book club lined against the wall: I was in heaven. Big, round metal things served as our horses. To this day I have no clue what they were, but we rode like the wind when we were on them. Then there were the cats. Shy creatures we could never quite catch. Lightning bugs teased us in the night. Those were easier.

And then the silo.
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This looks similar to Grandma’s Iowa silo but I think hers was connected to a barn of some sort and there were less trees, more corn.
A mysterious and smelly place in which we discovered the wonderful treasure of our voices uniting together, like paint strokes, harmonious and free. It was an old one, no longer used, we thought. Pigeons roosted at the top and left their droppings at the bottom, a place we rarely ventured. Instead we poked our heads through the opening and let loose.
We sang hymns like Amazing Grace and On Eagle’s Wings. We sang about going down by the bay and seeing a bear combing his hair. Whatever came to mind, we sang. Alto or soprano, in tune or not, it didn’t matter. In that joyous cadence of melody, we belonged together.

The memory makes me smile.

Three sisters in a silo, young and carefree. Happy.
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(L to R) Josie, Jenni and Jessie on our first day of school. Yes, it was the eighties, hence our stylish jumpsuits.
Those were long ago days and I don’t know if those little girls still exist. I hope  somewhere deep in our hearts, they live on. I’m not sure if that silo still stands, but the farm still still stands and so does Grandma. She visited lately and I couldn’t believe how young she looked.

Maybe Grandma has been singing in the silo too. I wouldn’t be surprised.

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Sandra Orchard: 'No Time to Wave Goodbye' & Giveaway

3/4/2012

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This week we welcome Sandra Orchard to Author Memories.

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Sandra Orchard lives in rural Ontario, Canada where inspiration abounds for her romantic suspense novels set in the fictional Niagara town she's created as their backdrop.

Married with three grown children, when not writing, she enjoys hanging out with family, brainstorming new stories with fellow writers, and walking her dog in God's beautiful creation.

She loves to connect with readers, and has created some “novel extras” to enhance readers’ experience of her books.


No Time To Wave Goodbye
by Sandra Orchard

Both of my parents were born in England shortly before the outbreak of WWII. They immigrated with their families to Canada in the 1950s and met some years later. What a scary prospect it must have been to leave behind all that they’d known to come to a country where they knew no one. Yet, my parents never talked about it. My dad didn’t want us to worry that we might face the same kind of horrors.

You see my mom was evacuated from London during the war. Torn from her home, she and some of her brothers and sisters were loaded onto trains and shipped to the country. In the last months before my mom died, I asked her to tell me about that time.

She said that they’d stayed at one place where the adults were very nice. It sounded like a children’s home by the number of children who were there. Her most vivid memory (one she had trotted out a few times when I was a child and asked for more water in the bathtub) was of sharing the same two inches of bath water with all the children, one after another. She also remembered standing on a cliff, looking over the landscape when the wind picked her up. If her sister hadn’t grabbed her in time, my mom was certain she’d have blown away.

The second home she was placed in wasn’t as pleasant. Five children shared the same bed, alternating head to toe. My mom was five and scared of the family’s dog. They had no indoor plumbing so going to the bathroom in the middle of the night was an ordeal. More than once she had an accident, which infuriated the mother of the house. When Mom’s parents traveled down from London to visit and heard what was going on, they took my mom home with them and wouldn’t let the authorities send her away again.
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My grandmother is pushing the wheelchair, my great-grandmother is in the wheelchair, and my mom is sitting on her lap. The picture is taken in London England (note the double decker bus in the background).
My mom shared that story with me when my daughter was struggling with nighttime accidents. Mom emphasized how important it was to not make a big deal about it. I so wish she’d been around for many more years to teach me such nuggets of wisdom, but cancer stole her from us not many months later.

After her death, I read the book No Time to Wave Goodbye by Ben Wicks about children evacuated from London during the war, so named because oftentimes the children were shuffled out of the city so quickly that there was no time for goodbyes.

Reading the book, I felt as if I’d stepped into my mother’s past and was seeing her life from a whole new perspective. What a gift parents give their children when they share their family history.
 
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Big city detective Ethan Reed is working deep undercover at a Christian youth detention center. The kind of place he spent some harrowing time in as a kid. Ethan’s mission: ferret out who’s recruiting resident teens for a drug ring. He expects help from the lovely, devoted director of Hope Manor.
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When Ethan discovers what Kim is protecting, his guarded heart opens just a bit wider. Enough to make this the most dangerous assignment of his career.

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