Happy Autumn, folks! Without further ado, here’s the winner of Kathleen Fuller’s new book, Never Broken. Katy Emmert, come on down. I will send you an email and Kathy will send that right out. Thanks to everyone who left Kathy a comment.
Also, if you have a moment please drop by Clash of the Titles to vote for Midnight on the Mississippias a book you would like to read. I have been selected to participate in a “clash” between titles based on the appeal of the book cover. Thanks so much!!
Thanks, readers, and have a lovely week from the Gulf of Mexico where I’m researching book 3 of Secrets of the South mysteries set in Natchez and Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. This photo was taken on Ship Island in the Gulf Shores National Seashore. Not so autumn-y here….
Hello Kathleen Fuller and welcome to Home Thoughts.
First, however, I’d pick to name Mary Ellen Ashenfelder as last week’s winner of Jill Kemerer’s book, Unexpected Family.
Kathleen, tell us something about your latest book, Never Broken, set in 1840’s Ireland.Rory O’Leary, orphaned then raised by wealthy relatives, is summoned home for a family wedding. While there, he has a chance meeting with Shannon Cahill, a young peasant woman. Although their stations in life couldn’t be more different, they are immediately drawn to each other. After a brief meeting in a rose garden they can neither forget, they go their separate ways. When Rory’s uncle passes away, his cousin William, who inherits the estate, cuts off all funds to Rory and his brother and has them removed from the only home they know. Rory feels his best option is to leave Ireland. Meanwhile, Shannon and her family have fallen on hard times due to a potato famine. Her ailing parents scrape together funds and insist that Shannon and her sister immigrate to America. Shannon fears she’ll never again see the man who stole her heart in the rose garden. As both Rory and Shannon set about to start new lives away from their beloved Ireland, God intervenes and weaves together a cord that can never be broken.
What inspired you to write Never Broken? My family history inspired me to write Never Broken, Book 1 in the Everlasting Faith series. My great-grandfather’s family emigrated from Ireland to Glasgow, Scotland during the Great Famine. I wanted to write about how people survived during that time period, and how they kept their faith in the direst of circumstances.
What are you working on now? I’m working on my new series, the Amish of Birch Creek. The first book, A Reluctant Bride, released September 8. A Reluctant Bride is about a woman who is forced into a marriage of convenience in her small Amish community, and how she finds love where she least expects it.
Today Home Thoughts welcomes guest author Jill Kemerer. Leave a comment at the end of the blog to win a copy of Jill’s new book,Unexpected Familyfrom Love Inspired Publishers. To get us in the mood for fall Jill shares her Pumpkin Patch memories with us today:
I’ve always loved autumn. Growing up in Michigan meant stunning fall color displays, apple orchards, hearty Sunday dinners and enjoying cooler weather before winter arrived. I have plenty of fond memories of fall from my childhood. My dad helped me grow my own pumpkin patch one year. We lived way out in the country. Farm fields spread for miles in front of our house, and a forest grew behind it. Near the woods, there was a large sandy area where ferns and tall grasses grew. Dad told me I could use that spot for my pumpkins. He turned the ground over with his tractor, and when the conditions were right (not too cold or muddy), I planted a ton of pumpkin seeds.
My main jobs were to make sure the patch was watered if we didn’t get rain for a few days and to pull weeds. As summer wore on, I got excited watching the vines slither out and little balls spring up that would become pumpkins. By late September, I had a terrific crop. We picked them all, kept the ones we wanted, and displayed the rest on a picnic table in our yard. At the end of our long driveway, we staked a sign that said Pumpkins For Sale. I sold several and felt pretty good, but the week before October ended, I woke up one day and the picnic table was empty. All my pumpkins were smashed on the road! I’m pretty sensitive, so it hurt seeing all my hard work in pulpy bits on the blacktop. But the memories of raising pumpkins with my dad that summer are precious, so I got over my disappointment. We have many good pumpkin patch memories with our children, too. One year we waited too long to head to a nearby pumpkin farm. When we arrived there were four so-so pumpkins left on acres and acres of land! We ended up taking our two teary-eyed little ones to the grocery store for their pumpkins. Oh well! That’s how it goes sometimes.
Do you have fond memories of pumpkin patches? I’d love to hear them!