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Christmases of my Past

12/23/2012

 
I've been using this blog to post the 1911 Courtship letters of Noah Draper and Ethel Nelson, but since I don't have any Christmas photos  of  them, I thought I'd take this Christmas week to show you photos of my own Christmas past.

Last December as I gathered the old photos for my Christmas post, Big Christmas Trees From Logging Country at my group blog, Inkwell Inspirations,  I came to a realization I should have figured out long ago... my love of photography comes from my mother. You may laugh at my surprise, but truly I've always thought my mother and I came from different planets. 

Although I was born in a hospital in a Northern Ontario gold mining town, we lived at a logging camp out in the bush near Stevens, Ontario. I still have an old flour sack laundry bag with Camp #5 stencilled in black in across the top. I don't remember much about living there except that we lived near a cliff with a lake full of floating logs below the camp. And I remember the Christmases when Mom set out bowls of nuts and candy, and we put glass pine cones and metal icicles on the tree.
 
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Christmas Morning at Camp #5, ca 1960. Anita 3, sister Bonnie, 4, both holding Lulu dolls.
Christmas morning, 1960. I was three years old, my sister, Bonnie was 4, and our brother was only a couple months old. That was the year Bonnie and I both received Lulu dolls for Christmas. As you'll see, we received other things, too, but the Lulu dolls will go down in history as my favourite doll of all time. The only problem was that my Lulu doll looked exactly like Bonnie's Lulu doll. So a few months later when Bonnie couldn't find hers, she took mine. Of course, I hung on to mine like a bear cub's momma and there we were, each pulling an arm of the soft vinyl rubber-like doll. After a few minutes, the arm Bonnie was holding ripped off! I was in shock! Bonnie wasn't because she dropped the arm and flounced off saying she just remembered where she'd left hers. My poor little Lulu doll. Mom sewed her arm back on, and I loved her, but she was never the same again.

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Dec 26, 1960 (Boxing Day) at Camp #5. Anita 3, Bonnie, 4, playing with Christmas gifts.
Mom spent a lot of time dolling us up as you can see by my pretty ringlets in this photo taken on Boxing Day of 1960. That Christmas was special as Dad was making good money. Along with my Lulu doll, I received a nurse's kit and tea set. 

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Christmas 1961 at Camp #5. Anita 4, Johnny 1, Bonnie, 5.
Johnny joined us for the Christmas of 1964 photo and although Mom snapped this after Christmas, I have no recollection of our presents. I do know that we were still in Camp #5, because Bonnie and I sang Silent Night in Finn in front of the whole community at the Camp Christmas Concert. And yes, I do remember the experience. It's probably what gave me the stage fright that lasted well into adulthood.

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Christmas 1963 in Geraldton, Ontario.
We moved to the gold mining town of my birth in Geraldton when I was five, but we lived on a hill on the edge of town. Trying times of turmoil fell upon Bonnie and I as we were involved in a custody battle and shuffled between our biological parents and forced to live with step-parents who felt threatened by our existence. I don't have photos of those years. Truthfully, they feel like pages from someone else's book and I'd rather not look at them.

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Christmas 1967 in Thunder Bay, Ontario. Johnny 7, Anita 10, Bonnie 11.
The Christmas of 1967 found us living once again with our mother and step-father in the city of Thunder Bay, at the head of Lake Superior. Here we are on the stairs with the stockings Mom made for each of us when we were small. The little plastic mesh stocking was for our brother, Peter, who was 2 that year but I guess Mom hadn't had time to make him one yet. She crafted ours out of felt and lined it with plastic. That way, the candies wouldn't stick to the felt and it would be an easy clean up if our Christmas oranges got squished and leaked. Our stockings were used for food only and if you look close, you can see a box of Pink Elephant popcorn poking out.
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Christmas 1967 in Thunder Bay, Ontario. Johnny 7, Anita 10, Bonnie 11.
Those were hard times as our step-father was gone for months at a time while working road construction. I don't remember any of the gifts I received that year although I know those snow shovels were for Bonnie and I so that we could help Mom while Dad was gone. I don't know if it was the lack of money, or the move to the city, but our tree sure looked sparser than it had when we lived in the logging camp. 
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Christmas 1968 in Thunder Bay, Ontario. Johnny 8, Anita 11, Bonnie 12.
Another year passed and 1968 we're all a year older (12, 11, 8 now) and we're still holding the same stockings and yes - it looks like we have more Pink Elephant popcorn. We were allowed to empty our stockings as soon as we awoke, but Mom's always been an early riser and took this photo that Christmas morning. Considering the smile on my face and the position of my box of Pink Elephant popcorn, I may have emptied part of my stocking before she got us to pose.

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Christmas 1968 in Thunder Bay, Ontario. Bonnie 12, Johnny 8, Anita 11.
Here we are several hours later, holding our gifts and looking presentable. I received several musical instruments over the years as if Mom had hopes of getting me interested, but they weren't the real ones and I spent more time reading and writing than singing and playing. Once again, three-year-old Peter is missing from this photo, but he had a good excuse that year...he was sick in the hospital and didn't come home until several days later. 
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Christmas 1968 in Thunder Bay, Ontario. Peter 3.
Mom and Dad tried to make it up to him with a shiny red pedal car. Do you think it worked?
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Christmas 1969 at the farm, Thunder Bay, ON. Anita 12, Johnny 9, Bonnie 13, Peter 4.
We moved again in 1969 - this time to a farm 7 miles outside of Thunder Bay. And with the tree being so lush, it looks like we may have cut it on our own property. Now 12 yrs old, the gift I'm holding is a plush pajama doll. I don't think they even make pajama dolls anymore, but all day long she sat on my bed, all puffed out with my jammies inside. Then at night, I'd open the zipper, take my jammies out, and spend the night cuddling her. And she safely held my secrets along with my jammies.

Now do you see what I mean about Mom taking pictures? I never knew how many rolls of film she went through until I visited her last summer and took photos of her pictures so I could preserve them digitally. All I can say is thank you, Mom, for allowing me to see my past.

I also have my mom to thank for my stocking. Do you remember the stocking with my name on it from the above photos? Well, I still have it. Not only do I still have mine, but I made a green one for Nelson when we got married, and followed the tradition with the kids.
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Homemade Felt Stockings. Anita's stocking made by Mary Safroniuk (nee Hendrickson) ca 1958-59
We gave Crystal her stocking when she moved out after graduation, and I believe she lost it along the way. Jessie moved out 2 yrs ago, but is leaving hers at home until she has her own home and family. I'd like to note that the plastic in Jessie's stocking is nice and thick - it's from the bag her Huggies diapers came in. Instead of candy, nuts and Japanese oranges though, we use our stockings for gifts and chocolate. Being flat however, limited these stockings to small gifts only.

A couple years ago, when my stocking turned 50, we decided to retire all the homemade ones. Now, they hang on one side of our hall as reminders of Christmases past...
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Modern stockings hanging at Draper's Acres, Montmartre, Saskatchewan, ca 2012.
...while on the other side hang our bigger, modern stockings with all kinds of room for goodies.

Thank you for taking this old Christmas journey with me whether you read the text or only looked at the photos. 

Now look at your own photo of a past Christmas. What do you remember about it? The gifts? The location? The people? Do you remember how you felt as you waited for the 'click' of the camera?

Vintage Dolls, Vintage Recipe

6/10/2012

 

This week we welcome Louise M. Gouge to Author Memories.

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Award-winning Florida author Louise M. Gouge writes historical fiction, calling her stories “threads of grace woven through time.”
 
With her great love of history and research, Louise has traveled to several of her locations to ensure the accuracy of her stories’ settings. When she isn't writing, she and her husband love to visit historical sites and museums.

Her favorite Bible verse is “He shall choose our inheritance for us” (Psalm 47:4), a testimony to her belief that God has chosen a path for each believer. To seek that path and to trust His wisdom is to find the greatest happiness in life.

 

Vintage Dolls, Vintage Recipe
by Louise M. Gouge

When my father went away to war (WWII), my mother and three older siblings moved in with my widowed, maternal grandmother, Lacy Cain. 
 
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Grandmother Lacy Cain at 104 yrs old
I was born soon after that, and Grandmother was an important part of my life from that moment until she died at 104. Everyone in the family says she spoiled me, and I suppose that’s true. But she also set an example of patience and goodness that has stayed with me all these years. Once when someone was rude to her, she gave a gentle reply. Later I asked her why she
didn’t tell that person off. She quoted the Scripture, “A soft answer turneth away wrath.”  (Proverbs 15:1 KJV). While I must admit her answer annoyed me (I was about ten years old, so
maybe that was conviction about my own unruly temper), I have never forgotten her Christ-like attitude.
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Lacy Cain, 20 yrs old, circa 1895
Grandmother was born in 1875, and she was a true Victorian lady, despite modest means. She was an excellent seamstress and made many of my clothes. She also crocheted. When I was about five years old, she crocheted some beautiful doll clothes for me and put them on small display dolls.
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While the dolls were long ago broken from being played with often, I still display the clothes on new dolls. I also made a shadowbox containing Grandmother’s picture and a few of her belongings. Each time I pass this little display, I think of Grandmother and the way she
chose to live her 104 years of life for Jesus Christ.
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Another enduring legacy my grandmother left is one I passed on to my children and grandchildren. When she was young, a neighbor gave her a recipe for Lepkuchen, German Christmas cookies. These delicious molasses cookies are best made up in late November, then stored to age.

Grandmother Cain’s Lepkuchen (Christmas Cookies)

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Photo credited to The Opulent Opossum (permission pending)
2 quarts of molasses
1/2 to 3/4 lb. of citron or mixed candied fruits
1  1/2 lb. shortening
1 quart to 3 pints chopped nuts (mixed, pine or walnut)
1 ounce nutmeg
1/2 cup cinnamon
3 tablespoons ground cloves
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup soda
2 cups sour milk (or cultured buttermilk)
2 cups hot water
1  1/2 oz. Lemon extract
1 box raisins
10 lbs. of flour (pre-sifted is good)
 

Make dough up stiff at night.

Next morning, divide into batches.

Roll as thin as possible.

Cut into squares.

Bake in pre-heated 350 degree oven for about 12 minutes.

 ***Long ripening improves the flavor of these cookies.

If desired, an icing of confectioner’s sugar and water may be spread thinly over
cookies.
 
Loosely translated, Lepkuchen means “sweets of happiness.”
Recipe comes from Grandmother Lacy Aris Neal Cain (1875-1979) and was handed down to daughters and subsequent generations. Original recipe comes from Germany by way of Lydia Pregge, or Prague, (not known to be related to Cain family) in Sedalia, Missouri, on November 12, 1922.
 

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to be entered in a draw for a copy of  
Louise M. Gouge's latest Love Inspired Historical,
A Proper Companion.

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A Proper Companion, Love Inspired Historical, June 2012

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Back Cover Blurb

With her father’s death, Anna Newfield loses everything—her home, her inheritance, and her future. Her only piece of good fortune is a job offer from wounded major Edmond Grenville, whose mother requires a companion. The Dowager Lady Greystone is controlling and unwelcoming, but Anna can enjoy Edmond’s company, even if she knows the aristocratic war hero can never return her love.
 
Even amid the glittering ballrooms of London, nothing glows brighter for Edmond than Anna’s gentle courage. Loving her means going gainst his family’s rigid command. Yet how can he walk away when his heart may have found its true companion?


Ladies in Waiting series by Harlequin’s Love Inspired Historical imprint:
Three young ladies come to London to work as companions for wealthy women, but
find romance instead.

Book One - A Proper Companion (June 2012)
Book Two - A Suitable Wife (will be released in December 2012)
Book Three - TBA  

In addition to numerous other awards, Louise M. Gouge is the recipient of the prestigious
Inspirational Readers’ Choice Award for her 2005 novel, Hannah Rose.

You can find Louise online at her website and blog:
 http://blog.Louisemgouge.com


 
Thank you for sharing your grandmother and her recipe with us, Louise.

Early Kodak Advertising

5/29/2012

 
This post is a continuation of last week's post on early Kodak cameras. Suzie Johnson left a comment that she thought the Kodak girl with stripes looked like a Gibson Girl. I'm not familiar with Gibson Girls, but Martha Cooper has an explanation about the stripes on her Kodak Girl site.
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1921 cover of the Kodak Supplies Catalog (www.kodakgirl.com)
This photo of a red-striped Kodak Girl was used in the 1909 issue of Scribner's magazine.
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1909 ad in Scribner's Magazine courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections.
It was also used in this Australian box of Kodak's glass Orthochrome plates.
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From the www.kodakgirl collection
What I found ingenious with the Kodak cameras was the way you could process the film at home without a darkroom.
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1902 ad in Country Life in America courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections
One of the main selling points of the Kodak camera was that you could develop the film at your own convenience, wherever and whenever you wanted. This 1912 ad in Munsey's shows a woman processing her photographs outside, possibly in her garden or even a public park.
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1912 ad in Munsey's, courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections
In 1908, Youth's Companion ran this ad with children not only taking the photographs, but developing the film as well. However, even with instructions and proper measuring tools, the thought of children using chemicals like these is scarier than the creature they're photographing.
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1908 Youth's Companion ad, courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections
The ads showed women in all walks of life taking photos of anything that caught their interest. Some of the ads would encourage women to take photographs with a mind toward selling them like this 1911 ad in Uncle Remus' Home Magazine.
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1911 ad in Uncle Remus' Home Magazine, courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections
Ads of home life depicted women talking photos of their children with their pets, and then putting them in Kodak supplied albums for display as well as safekeeping. In this ad from Youth's Companion, the mother gets down to baby's level instead of putting baby on a table and standing back, out of arms' reach, like so many other ads show.
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1908 ad in Youth's Companion, courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections
As printing advanced where they could publish photographs instead of black and white drawings, magazines switched to real photograhs. Much of the subject matter was the same however, with women on the move like this ad in a 1912 Ladies' Home Journal, a favourite theme.
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1912 Ladies' Home Journal courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections
Although the majority of the ads show young women with their cameras, this next ad from Collier's Weekly displays a group of interested people of mixed ages and genders surrounding a woman with her Kodak. 
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1909 Collier's Weekly, courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections
 Men were also shown driving motorcars or at military and sporting events like this one from an unknown magazine where he's writing on the negative of his Autographic camera about the photo he's just taken.
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1910 Man using a Kodak Autographic camera, courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections
And if you don't know what an Autographic camera is, read this next 1915 ad in Woman's Home Companion and it will tell you everything except who thought up this ingenious camera. I always wondered how some of the amateur postcards and photographs had information written in white.
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1915 Autographic ad in Woman's Home Companion, courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections
George Eastman was a salesman foremost. He ran one of the most successful marketing campaigns in history. I believe it's because he knew what made people tick and how to touch their hearts. That's shown by the use of women and children in the ads. And when the war began, he reminded people - rightfully so - that soldiers needed to know someone back home was thinking and praying for them.
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1917 ad courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections
I could have chosen several photos of soldiers sitting around campfires, enjoying mail call, etc, but I think this poignant one here says it all. Memories fade with time, but a photograph was a tangible reminder of why he was so far from home fighting people he never met.
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1917 McClure's courtesy of Duke University Digital Collections
I'll end this post with one of my favourite early Kodak ads from the back cover of a 1925 National Geographic. I probably like this photo so much because I'm filled with anticipation of my own train ride this summer where I'll travel in a roomette similar to this one, with my good friend, Suzie Johnson. We climb aboard at Seattle and take the Coast Starlight  down to the 2012 Romance Writers of America conference in Anaheim, CA.  I'm very excited about the 20 hr train ride. And yes, I will be bringing my camera with me except it's not a Kodak - it's a Nikon. Shhhhhhhhh...
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Back cover of a 1925 National Geographic, courtesy of http://mcnygenealogy.com
Well, any thoughts - either about the Kodak marketing campaign or the cameras themselves? Did you learn anything interesting from this post?
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Leave a comment with a  valid email address by midnight, June 3rd
to be entered in a draw for a book from my giveaway pile.
If you're the winner, I'll email you the list and you can pick.

The pile contains an assortment of books including inspirationals, mainstream, autobiographies, self-help, devotionals and children's books, all new.

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Lauralee Bliss: True Heroines of Long Ago & Giveaway

11/13/2011

 

This week we welcome Lauralee Bliss to Author Memories.

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Lauralee Bliss has always liked to dream big dreams.
Part of that dream was writing, and after several years
of hard work, the dream of publishing was realized in
1997 with the publication of her first romance novel, Mountaintop, through Barbour Publishing. Since then, she's had over twenty books published in both historical and contemporary.
Lauralee is also an avid hiker, completing the entire length of the Appalachian Trail both north and south, one of only 24 women to have accomplished this feat. Lauralee makes her home with her family in Virginia in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

True Heroines of Long Ago
by Lauralee Bliss

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Back some forty years ago, the celebrated heroines were quite different than they are today.  I remember my great delight in scanning the Christmas catalogs for toys I wanted as a child and came across this picture of great costumes for children. One of them is a nurse's uniform. Yes, these angels of mercy were adored back in my day. They were classified as true heroines. To me growing up, it was quite glamorous to bandage a wound, put a cloth on a fevered brow, comfort those in misery.

One Christmas I was given a doctor kit like the one shown here to use in my playtime. I adored it. It had everything from tiny plastic pill bottles to a play sphygmomanometer (to take a blood pressure), stethoscope, thermometer, and tiny box of band aids.

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Sears 1975 Wishbook, Photo on Flikr by Wishbook
I recall one day when my sisters and I created a “doll hospital.” The dolls were our patents. We had a tray on wheels which we used as a stretcher. We wheeled the injured dolls into the laundry room which served as the examination room. I’d take out my pride and joy, the black doctor’s kit with the big red cross on it and proceed to take a blood pressure and put a tiny band-aid on a tiny plastic leg. Then I would wrap it in a strip of cotton torn from Mom’s old sheets. Eventually all this interest led to a Bachelor of Science degree in nursing and going on to practice for several years at a big teaching hospital.

Oh, those were the days and good ones when true heroines for little girls, like nurses and teachers, were admired and adored. I wish we could return to that kind of admiration these days. Recalling when firemen, policemen, doctors, nurses were heralded for their brave deeds.

Maybe that’s why I like writing historical novels. I like to examine the tried and true heroine of days gone by, when caring for the home and hearth were prized. I like to reflect on that period of time that made this country great. When women taught their children and maintained the strength and dignity of the home. In my newest release
"A Quaker Christmas" the heroine ultimately becomes a “nurse" of the heart for the wounded hero injured by a terrible crime committed to a beloved family member. In this we see that nursing the injured can take on other forms besides hands on care such as giving words of healing and comfort, providing shelter, showing mercy.

Much has changed since these simple times of long ago, but I was encouraged just
today in church when I learned of at least four women looking to make nursing their profession. While it may not be the heroine’s costume of choice in a toy catalog, the call to care for others and be a light in times of great need still beckons to the heart and soul. True heroines can be found and cherished even today.
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Love Finds You in Bethlehem, NH.
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Lauralee's newest release is a Christmas novella, A Crossroad to Love in:
A Quaker Christmas, Barbour Books, Sep 2011

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A Quaker Christmas back cover blurb:
Christmas is a simple matter among the Quakers of the historic Ohio River Valley, but can it be time to welcome love into four households?
 
A Crossroad to Love, a novella 
by Lauralee Bliss:
The Hall family runs an inn that welcomes travelers like Silas Jones who challenge their beliefs and woo their daughter.
 
plus 3 more novellas in this anthology.


You can find Lauralee online at these sites:

Website:  http://www.lauraleebliss.com

Blog:  http://www.blissfullifejourney.com

“Readers of Author Lauralee Bliss” on Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Readers-of-Author-Lauralee-Bliss/170259122202

Follow Lauralee on Twitter – @lauraleebliss

Gina Holmes: A Funeral For My Doll Head & Giveaway

10/23/2011

 

This week we welcome Gina Holmes to Author Memories.

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Gina Holmes is the President and founder
of Inspire a Fire and Novel Rocket and award-winning author of Crossing Oceans and Dry as Rain. In 1998, Gina began her career penning articles and short stories. Ten years, and a stack of rejection letters later, she held her first published novel. She holds degrees in science and nursing and currently resides with her husband and children in southern Virginia. She works too hard, laughs too loud, and longs to see others heal from their past and discover their God-given purpose.


A Funeral For My Doll Head
by Gina Holmes

When I was a child, I was so tenderhearted that I couldn’t bear to see anything suffer. Not even inanimate objects. My big sister, Chrissy, and I would fight like there was no tomorrow. Hey, I was a softy but I was no pushover. During one of our knockdown
drag-outs, she broke my doll. Tore it’s head right off and smashed its body.
 
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Gina as a child
Try as I might to repair little Sally, she was unfixable. And so, I carried that doll head around, loving her even more than I did before. I took her head with me wherever I went.

My mother and sister said nothing for a while, thinking I was just either being morbid or trying to make my sister feel bad for what she’d done. After months of this my mom finally asked me to please throw the broken toy away.

I was horrified., “I have to love her. No one else will.”

Now, we can analyze this and draw a lot of nice and somewhat dysfunctional conclusions, which would probably all be true to some degree. That story says a lot about the child I was, and about the woman I would become.

I still can’t stand to see anyone or thing suffer. If I’m being honest, I still feel bad about tossing out broken toys. Through maturity and Christ, I’ve picked up some truths that have made me a little more discerning about fixing my own self and learning when to throw away things that are broken beyond repair. That was a long process that I still struggle with at times.

I think in many ways, I’m the same way with the characters I write in my books. In my debut novel, Crossing Oceans, I tell the story of a young mother who is dying and has to choose between her own personal happiness, spending her last days in the man she love’s arms, and her daughter’s needs.

I had a lot of readers mad at me for what Jenny decides.

In my latest novel, Dry as Rain, I have a couple struggling with the aftermath of infidelity. Not even I knew, until the book was almost written, if that doll head was worth saving. Even as I wrote the last words, I still wondered.

Now, as I write my third novel, I’m telling the story of a woman in an abusive marriage that must find the courage to let go or resign herself and her child to the fate of permanent brokenness.

Letting go has never been easy for me, but I did eventually, tearfully, let my doll head have a funeral.  And I’ve learned to do the same with some relationships and characters.

I still kind of miss Sally though.
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Dry as Rain, Tyndale, Sep 2011


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Behind every broken vow lies a broken heart. 

When Eric and Kyra Yoshida first met, they thought their love would last forever. But like many marriages, theirs has gradually crumbled, one thoughtless comment and misunderstanding at a time, until the ultimate betrayal pushes them beyond reconciliation. Though Eric longs to reunite with Kyra, the only woman he has truly loved, he has no idea how to repair the damage that’s been done.

Then a car accident erases part of Kyra’s memory—including her separation from Eric—and a glimmer of hope rises from the wreckage. Is this a precious opportunity for the fresh start Eric has longed for? Does he even deserve the chance to find forgiveness and win back Kyra’s heart . . . or will the truth blow up in his face, shattering their last hope for happiness? A richly engaging story of betrayal and redemption, Dry as Rain illuminates with striking emotional intensity the surprising truth of what it means to forgive.

Read the first Chapter HERE.

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blogging on her award winning writer blog, Novel Rocket.

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