Undimmed Love

Undimmed Love by Ronald Robinson (a.k.a. my dad)

Copyright 2024

Undimmed Love.

I left pieces of my heart in North Carolina, and I put pieces of North Carolina in my heart.

One of those pieces came with me to Pennsylvania.

That piece fills my heart,

Her name is Carolyn.

She does not say so but I know she has unfulfilled longings, longings for the place of her home.

The place I also long for,

The place where we started our life together,

The place where her family is my family.

Carolyn’s companion aunt who is near the same age as Carolyn has never forgiven this Yankee for taking her beloved niece away.

Away to frigid Pennsylvania.

We kid about that to this day, but I wonder, hmm? It’s okay though. She loves me and I her. In her heart, she waits for our return.

We miss seeing her and Carolyn’s cousins as well.

We visited when we could and we always made the trip south for Christmas except for one year when her parents and sisters came here. Her father loved Christmas.

When I say Christmas trip I mean Christmas trip. More often than not it was an all night Christmas Eve trip, arriving Christmas morning . Snow and ice storms were of little or no deterrent. There was always a scoop shovel in the trunk with my toolbox. Scoop shovels are more rugged than snow shovels. Any breakdowns were usually on the return trip. Just now had the thought, was that a sign that we were supposed to have stayed?

On one trip though, on the way down with two children in a subcompact Ford Fiesta, a strut mount broke loose, loudly banging and shaking the end of the strut came right up through the housing behind the rear seat. We finished that trip to NC with a spider web support cap made of coat hanger wire holding the strut in place.

We would calculate expenses and often pulled into our PA home low on gas.

One evening north of Harrisburg on a lonely stretch of highway the automatic carburetor choke had been stuck. That likely doubled fuel consumption. We ran out of gasoline. People and times were different then. A house light could be seen down a lane toward the river. I walked down the dark drive, knocked on a door and a couple opened it. The gentleman came out and we went to his shed for a can of gasoline. It had enough in it to get us to an open gas station. There were other times but enough on that.

I will mention a couple of welcome center stories. One incident involved an encounter I had with a pervert at the PA welcome center with me finding Carolyn to grab her oak walking stick. I wanted to kill the guy (some events in between) but, ended up later praying for him.

Another time going South we stopped on the way for an evening church service. Afterward, we mentioned to the pastor’s wife that Lisa and Bryan were not always the best travel companions. She prayed for them in Jesus’ name to fall asleep and not wake up until we were in NC. The children laughed at that. It was kind of funny. However, in a matter of a few miles they both fell asleep. The next words we heard from them was “Where are we?”

We were parked under the pines in the NC welcome center.

On another trip, one of those pine trees tried to kill Carolyn. We arrived in a windstorm.

Carolyn took some trash to a trash can. She heard a loud crack.

The crack was not thunder, it was a large tree snapping off . She saw the tree coming, started running, and prayed “Don’t let that tree fall on my mother-in-law’s car (borrowed Cadillac)”. That welcome tree smashed that trash can and fell into the car area but missed all the cars. At least Carolyn got the trash in the can first. We cleared a few branches and went on our way.

Carolyn’s soft southern accent is not as accentuated as her family’s but, when traveling South, her voice would start changing and the rest of us would practice up on our faux southern speaking flow. We were well-equipped in the native language when we arrived.

On one occasion we stopped at a rural area Bojangles eatery. After I placed an order, the girl was just staring at me.

“Oh no”, I thought, “she does not understand me.” I repeated with my recovered practiced accent and she said,“Yes Sir!” And we were promptly served. Keep in mind in those instances, it’s not them. It is us Yankees with the strange accent.

We have not been back to North Carolina in nearly 15 years. The reasons for that are part of what I intended to write but, I digressed, it’s late and that story would have turned to our diminished glimpses of hope of ever seeing our North Carolina nor loved ones there again this side of Glory. That story would be dark.

But, the ending of this story has some light: We possess and cherish pieces of their hearts, and they ours.

Saturday Afternoon Chat: outside looking in no longer when it comes to Little Women, lots of nice weather, and a new link up for bloggers

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Did you ever feel like you are the outside looking in?

I’ve felt this a lot but specifically, I am talking about people who have read classic books like Little Women and I haven’t, or well hadn’t.

After reading Little Women this year I finally feel like I know what everyone is talking about when it comes to Jo and Laurie.

Finally!

I mean I have seen movies based on the book but only by reading the book did I really get why Jo and Laurie simply couldn’t be together at the end. They were too much alike. Both impulsive and passionate in ways that weren’t always good. Yes, as they grew they could have changed and mellowed but I can’t see that happening really. I think as they grew older they may have bounced off each other even more and ended up arguing all of the time, making for a miserable marriage.

They both needed partners to offset their personalities.

Jo needed someone more calming like The Professor and Laurie needed someone willing to be more genteel like Amy.

Part of me still doesn’t like that Amy and Laurie ended up together. My heart says it wasn’t right, but I can also see why Alcott didn’t make Jo and Laurie a couple. She needed to do something different – shake up the readers’ expectations and leave everyone talking for the next hundred or so years. If Laurie and Jo had ended up together then Little Women would have always been seen as a sweet book but maybe not the one ahead of its time that it is now.

What do you think? *looking at those who have read Little Women with a wide-eyed, somewhat crazed expression*

Relaxing breath.

Okay. With that off my chest, we can now move on to our regularly scheduled program of me reviewing my past week.

Today I am going to be sipping something warm – most likely tea – while writing blog posts, brainstorming more ideas for Gladwynn Shakes the Family Tree (book three in my cozy mystery series), and reading a cozy mystery. It’s a little chilly today after some very nice and warm days earlier in the week.

We had warm days and cold nights. Warm enough that our tulips came up and I thought one night they’d die in the frost we had forecasted, but they survived.

Next week I need to prepare myself to be at the playground a lot because it is supposed to be warm and sunny pretty much all week.

We spent time at the playground three days this week and a lot of time outside sitting on the porch and playing with the dog on other days.

In between all of that, we had school lessons as we marched toward the end of our school year. We will be finishing up around the first week of June.

I picked The Boy up from his trade school yesterday and we headed over to an additional location for a bakery near us that has become very, very popular before picking up our groceries.

The kids picked out some sweet treats – two Boston cream donuts for The Boy and three Oreo cupcakes for Little Miss (and an extra for dad) and three Hershey kiss cookies for me. The Boy also ordered an iced coffee but, sadly, said it had more ice than coffee. It was still good, though, he said and he will try again for one another time. He said he actually doesn’t like coffee that much but always feels like he should so he keeps ordering different kinds to see if the love for it will finally catch on.

There was a mix up at our pick up when the young man who brought out my groceries gave me two or three bags that were not mine.

I’m so glad I checked before I left because more than half my order was missing. He had grabbed the wrong stack of bags. I had to go into the store and track him down when I noticed the mistake. When he came out to the car to help correct, I let him know that I’m not in diapers yet so the one bag clearly wasn’t supposed to go me.

He was very polite and apologetic and the mistake was taken care of very quickly.

After we left there it was a quick snack from Wendy’s, which my son said was disgusting.

From there we headed home and the kids spent part of the afternoon watching Harry Potter and then a half hour at the playground.

Today The Husband has to work almost the entire day so it will be just me and the kids. We will probably watch a movie together later tonight – I’m trying to find something different that The Boy might like. He always suggests the weirdest movies so this time he’s going to watch something that I like.

Tomorrow we will visit my parents for Sunday lunch and to hang out. Little Miss likes to play games when we are there but I’m hoping that this time we can watch a fun or interesting movie instead.


This morning I spent some time crying over Tom Jones singing on The Voice. I never knew much about Tom Jones until I saw some clips on the UK version of The Voice and oh my. He is still amazing and he’s in his 80s! Just what?!

Here are a couple clips I just loved listening to while I procrastinated on cleaning the house and organizing my homeschooling supplies:

How was your week last week? Let me know in the comments and if you have a similar weekly catch-up post – no matter when you post it – link up with me.



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Jeremy Brett. The definitive Sherlock Holmes?

When you think of Sherlock Holmes there may be a certain image that comes to your mind if you’ve only read the books but if you’ve watched any of the television or movie portrayals of him then a certain actor may come to mind.

For me, there are two actors – Jeremy Brett and Benedict Cumberbatch.

Others may think of Basil Rathbone or – and I cringe even saying this one – Robert Downey Jr.

No offense to those who like Robert as Sherlock but…he’s not Sherlock to me at all. He’s … well, Tony Stark or just Robert Downey Jr. being Robert Downey Jr.

To each our own though.

My husband is the one who introduced me to Sherlock Holmes and to Jeremy Brett portraying Sherlock Holmes in The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

My husband is a Holmes connoisseur of sorts and in addition to Brett, he is also a fan of the Basil Rathbone version of Sherlock.

Full confession time: I have not read all of the Sherlock Holmes stories. In fact, I don’t believe I’ve ever read one in full. I have listened to them and to radio dramas of them and I have seen shows based on them. I have also read Moriarity by Anthony Horowitz, which is one of two books he wrote about Sherlock with the permission of the estate of Arthur Conan Doyle.

I hope to delve into the short stories in May or June.

Based on the stories I have heard and partially read, though, Jeremy Brett truly is the embodiment of Sherlock. His mix of seriousness and humor. His brash laughter. His borderline manic excitement when he’s found a clue or close to solving a case. His expressions convey so much in a simple eye roll or smirk.

Jeremy Brett played Sherlock Holmes from 1984 to 1994 in The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Some Sherlock Holmes enthusiasts declare him the definitive Holmes – at least when it comes to the classic Sherlock Holmes portrayals. There is, of course, Benedict as the more modern “Sherlock.” He has been claimed by younger Sherlock Holmes fans as the best Sherlock and I don’t deny his version is excellent, but it’s not necessarily how Sherlock is in the books. That isn’t a bad thing, of course. Benedict’s version is his interpretation of the genius detective and I love it, but what I am talking about is the “classic 1880s to early 1900s” Sherlock.

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes ran from 1984 to 1994 and presented all 56 short stories and four novels by Doyle. David Burke portrayed Dr. Watson in the show until 1985 and then Edward Hardwick took over in 1986 and carried on from there. Rosalie Williams portrayed Mrs. Hudson.

According to an article from The Telegraph, Brett fought hard to make sure the show kept close to the source and insisted on using Arthur Conan Doyle’s original dialogue. When it was once suggested that a non-Doyle novel was used, Brett refused, supposedly saying, “No, I’m not doing anything that isn’t pure Doyle!”

Bretts originally hesitated to take on the role because he had played happier characters on the stage in My Fair Lady and The Three Musketeers and in the movie version of My Fair Lady. I was surprised to see this week that he played Freddie Eynsford-Hill in My Fair Lady.

Brett didn’t feel he could bring anything to the role after Basil Rathbone played Homes in 14 films between 1939 and 1946.

It was a trip to Barbados that gave him time to read the novels and short stories. He said if he did take on the role, he did not want to change Doyle’s original intentions or words. He took meticulous notes on Holmes’ mannerisms and online sources say he referred to all 80 pages of those notes during filming.

“I think the character of Sherlock Holmes is frankly inhuman,” Gus Holwerda, who hosts the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes Podcast with his brother, Luke, told The Telegraph in 2021. “Jeremy was a ‘becomer’, as he would say – a method actor [‘Try to become the creature and erase yourself,’ Brett once said]. Becoming such a heavy and challenging character is a feat that few actors would have seriously attempted. Fans of the show appreciate the enterprise, and the toll it took on him.”

Brett, who was born Peter Jeremy William Huggins in 1933, immersed himself in the character. Some say almost too much. If a person hasn’t read the Holmes short stories they may not be aware of the darker elements of the character – his depression, mood swings, and opium/cocaine/morphine addiction. Some articles online say that Brett, being a method actor in many ways, pulled some of those darker elements into his own personality. Though I didn’t read that he had any drug addictions he did deal with bipolar disorder and then heart problems later in life.

To Brett, no screenwriter could outwrite Doyle, which was why he insisted on keeping the stories so close to the source material and even used Doyle’s dialogue himself.

As for who presents the best portrayal of Sherlock?

Brett himself believed the best Sherlock in the eye of the reader so to speak:

“I’ve done 33 Sherlock Holmes stories and bits of them are all right. But the definitive Sherlock Holmes is really in everyone’s head. No actor can fit into that category because every reader has his own ideal.”

Have you seen Brett’s portrayal of Sherlock? Or any others that you enjoyed? Let me know in the comments. Even if it is Robert Downey Jr. *wink*

(Note: You can find The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes on Amazon/Britbox but you can also find some episodes for free on YouTube.)

Top Ten Books on my shelves (real and virtual) that I want to read soon.

Today I am hoping on to Top Ten Tuesday hosted by The Artsy Reader Girl. Today’s topic is top ten books on your shelf you want to read soon.  Some of these books are on my physical shelf and some are in digital form on my Kindle, or if they aren’t, they will be.

  1. Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis

2. The Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkien (my son and I read The Fellowship of the Rings last year and The Hobbit a few years ago for school so now I want to read this one)

3. The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery

4. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas

5. Crooked House by Agatha Christie

6.  James Herriott: A Memoir of My Father by Jim Wight.

7. Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry by Mildred D. Taylor (this would actually be a reread for me since I read it when I was like 10 but don’t remember a lot of it.)

8. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

9. The House of Silk by Anthony Horowitz

10. The Complete Father Brown Collection by G.K. Chesterton.

It was hard to find ten books at first and then it was hard to narrow it down as I thought of a few others as I got toward the end.

Have you read some of these or are they on your list?

Fiction Friday: An interview with Jenny Knipfer, author of Priscilla.

It’s time to introduce you to another one of the authors from the Apron Strings Series, a series of books by eleven different authors that follow the story of eleven women from each decade. The books can be read independently and one will be released each month in 2024 except December.

This week we are meeting Priscilla, the character from the third book in the series. This novel is written by Jenny Knipfer, who is the creator of this series. She is the one who had the idea and brought all of us authors together to create the series.

Here is a short interview with Jenny to tell you a little more about Priscilla and Jenny herself:

1.         Tell us a little about yourself:

I grew up on a small family dairy farm in eastern Wisconsin. I have such fond memories of those days, and they shaped me in so many positive ways. 

Later with almost four years of college in, life interrupted, and my husband and I found out we were expecting our first child. I was a stay-at-home mom for a number of years and also when our next son came along. When both the boys were in school, I worked part-time using some of my creativity as a florist and a children’s librarian.

I am a very creative person, and I’ve done so many things through the years to express my creativity, from playing music to painting and drawing, to sewing and crafts of all sorts. And writing. That’s been there in the background all along.

In 2014 I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, and it’s been quite a rough ride since. In 2018 I had to retire from my job because of my disability and didn’t know how I was going to fill up my time, but suddenly I thought of a novel I had started years ago. I resurrected the book from an old computer and pecked away at it and finished it in a couple months. Then, I kept writing… 

Since then, I have learned a lot as an independent author, and with God’s grace, despite my continuing disability, have gone on to write and publish twelve novels. 

My writing has slowed of late because I’ve been facing more physical disabilities and emotional stress. I have been away from home for over four months, living in a nursing home. The Medicaid program I am now on is working to get me home, but it has been taking a very long time. I miss my home in the country, my family, my dog, my plants, and all of my things. I miss my happy place of writing. I hope to be back there soon and filled with more inspiration and spirit to keep writing stories that will not only entertain but encourage readers along their particular path in life. 

I am blessed to be married to a wonderful man for more than 30 years. We have two adult sons, two grandchildren with another one on the way, a daughter-in-law, and a soon-to-be daughter-in-law. I am also a dog mom to our mini Yorkie, Ruby. She is bright, fierce, tiny, and full of character, and adds so much joy to our lives.

2.         What is your latest book about? Who are the main characters and when and where does it take place?

My latest book is Priscilla in the series Apron Strings, which I created and invited other authors to join. It follows the theme of a traveling cookbook throughout a 100-year span, passing through the hands of various women. My book is set in the late 1940s after World War II. 

The synopsis: 

ONE COOKBOOK CONNECTS THEM ALL…

Book three in a string of heartfelt inspirational stories, featuring different women throughout the decades from 1920 to 2020

In the post-WWII era of 1946, Priscilla Hadley dreams of being a wife and homemaker, but there’s one big obstacle in her mind—Priscilla has been told she can’t cook to save her life. However, she’s out to prove that wrong, especially to handsome but annoying Aaron Johnson, her twin brother Jeremy’s friend and fishing buddy, who also happens to be the local police lieutenant.

 In an effort to polish up her culinary shortcomings, Priscilla joins a local cooking club. A woman from the club gifts Priscilla a cookbook that could very well put her on the path to realizing her dreams. Much to their surprise, Priscilla and her family find much more than recipes within the cookbook’s pages. What will be its greatest blessing?

With an ailing father and the Wisconsin family farm to help keep afloat, in the absence of two brothers who died in the war, where will Priscilla find the time to learn to cook? Will she renew her faith in the presence of adversity or allow her present fears and past losses to dictate her future? 

3.         What is the overarching messages of your latest book?

I toyed with the idea of turning traditional gender roles around in Priscilla. After World War II, things changed for women and men in the workforce and even with what was expected of them at home. But I would say the message of Priscilla is one of trusting God when you can’t see how or where your help will come from. I guess that’s called Faith! And Priscilla learns that what she can do or not do does not matter so much as the kind of person that she is on the inside.

4.         Did you learn anything about writing or yourself as you were writing the book?

I think that with every book I have written, I have learned more about writing and myself. Priscilla has strong elements of familial ties, and I really worked hard to portray those well and in a way that was inspiring at times and comical at others. I always relive a part of my life when I write a book, because there’s always some of my story in it, even if it’s just a little bits and pieces. I did that with Priscilla, writing about the importance of family and growing up on a farm.

5.         Where can readers find out more about you and your projects? (Social media links)

Find out about all of my books and more on my website at: https://jennyknipfer.com/

Readers can follow me on:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B07QV9HPH4

Facebook at https://facebook.com/jennyknipfer.writer/

Instagram at https://intsagram.com/jennknipferbrave/

I am most active on social media via my Facebook group, Journeying with Jenny: https://www.facebook.com/groups/402738713921985/ 

Join my newsletter: https://mailchi.mp/742af683508f/join-my-author-team-as-a-subscriber

And here is a short excerpt from Priscilla, which you can buy here: https://www.amazon.com/Priscilla-Apron-Strings-Book-3-ebook/dp/B0CM3X9LC3

EXCERPT: 

Priscilla couldn’t cook to save her life.

That was what Aaron Johnson had said, anyway, and his opinion was the only one that mattered to her.

Aaron was her twin brother Jeremy’s annoying but attractive best friend and fishing buddy, and he had been hanging around a lot of late. Far from the tall, scrawny kid Priscilla remembered

from school, Aaron had filled out nicely. She keenly noticed when he moved his arms how his shirt tightened over the lumps of muscle underneath. His face had taken on some substance too.

With a straight nose, evenly spaced, dark blue eyes, and lips that had nice curves and peaked points, he had always had fine features. But being so thin as an adolescent had made him look

like a scarecrow. A determined edge to her jaw, Priscilla Hadley folded a wad of bread dough on the butcher block counter and punched it with a fist.

Do or die; I’m gonna prove Aaron wrong! Sure, the potatoes she had made for supper last night had gotten a little too crispy, and the carrots had been a wee bit

mushy.

You can’t justify those pork chops, her conscience told her.

Her spirit sank. Those Priscilla had burnt. But not on purpose. She had only taken her eyes off the pan for a few minutes.

The screen door banged, and Priscilla turned her head to see Jeremy step into the house. His thick brown hair hung over his forehead. He pulled off his boots and walked into the kitchen.

Tucking his thumbs behind the suspenders on his overalls, he sniffed.

“What ya cooking tonight for supper?” he asked, smiling, one corner of his thin lips hiking higher than the other. He winked at her, his brown eyes fringed with what Priscilla

liked to refer to as his cow lashes.

Why does he have all the luck?

Priscilla inwardly sighed. Her lashes were thin and short, and on occasion she’d taken to coating them with mascara. Although she would never admit to that.

Jeremy cleared his throat. “I…sure hope it’ll be better than last night.”

Without a second thought, Priscilla scrunched the towel she had hanging over her shoulder and pitched it in her brother’s direction.

He chuckled and ducked. “Hey, now. None of that. I was just kidding.”

Maybe he was, but Priscilla knew the truth: she was not a very good cook. It amazed her that she cobbled enough together to pull off a meal several nights a week. Jeremy pitched in too.

Thank goodness for that. And she had to admit, he was much better at it than her.

Dad took care of breakfast, making one of his three standbys: oatmeal with raisins, honey, and cream; eggs and bacon; or hotcakes. And everyone fended for themselves at lunchtime. But suppers had been mostly left up to her since Mom had passed away, almost twelve years ago. Priscilla had been far too young to lose Mom, and not a day went by that she didn’t miss her. Mom had succumbed to influenza. It still made Priscilla mad that such an everyday illness had taken her mother’s life.

Priscilla had tried to pick up the slack after Mom died, doing most of the housework. But she had always disliked cooking, and before Mom had passed had usually made herself scarce when there was any to be done.

Somehow, her three brothers, her dad, and she had managed as a family for many years until Peter, her oldest brother, had died two years ago. Mown down by a bullet, somewhere on a

distant battlefield. It had taken them all more than a year to get over the loss of him, and of course they never truly would. How did one recover from such things? Losing Mom had been

difficult enough.

Then, a month before the war had ended, Reuben had died. They’d never found out how. Just chalked up as another soldier who had lost his life, along with so many others. That left her,

Dad, and Jeremy. Jeremy hadn’t fought because the government had considered him exempt, since he was running the family farm and a bout of polio in his childhood had left him with an

uneven gait and a weakened leg.

Jeremy snuck by her and pulled the cookie tin off the shelf.

He opened it and grabbed a couple of oatmeal raisin cookies that a neighbor had dropped by yesterday.

Taking a big bite from one, he said through a mouthful of cookie, “Mmm, these taste just like how Ma used to make them.”

And there it was—that burning pain. That little tweak of jealousy in the pit of her stomach and the whispered words in her ear: You’ll never be the cook your mother was. Nor the

woman, Priscilla ventured to wager.

Do you live in a small town?

The other day a friend who lives outside of Detroit sent me a photo of part of her city from the sky at night. The caption said they hoped everyone liked the photo of their “small town.”


I texted my friend back. “Um…that isn’t a small town.”

And maybe I say that because the small town mentioned has 24,500 people in it.

The collection of towns my family and I moved out of in 2020 had between 12,000 and 15,000 and that was three small towns over two states that ran into each other.

The place I live now in is what I would call more a “village” than a “small town” but it is known as a small town. We have 454 as of 2022.

The characters in my books all live in small towns similar to the ones I lived in for almost 20 years with my family. They are a little bigger than where I live now, in other words. They probably are around the sizes of the town I lived in before we moved here, which by itself, without the other towns running into it, had a population of about 3,400.

In the Spencer Valley Chronicles, Molly Tanner and her family and friends live in and around Spencer, Pennsylvania.

In the Gladwynn Grant Mystery books, Gladwynn Grant moves from the fictional town of Carter, N.Y. to the fictional town of Brookstone, Pa.

Brooks one is probably about the size of a town near me that has about 2,700 in it. It’s the county seat of the county next to us and in my books, Brookstone is the county seat of Marson County, Pa.

Yes, all of my books take place in Pennsylvania, but that’s because that’s the state I know the most about.

The small towns in my books have hardware stores, diners, flower shops, supermarkets, and, most importantly, cute little coffee shops.

Gladwynn’s favorite coffee/bookshop is Brewed Awakening, a name I stole from a coffee shop that used to be located near where I live now and grew up. She loves to go there and visit with her friend Abbie Mendoza and choose a book from the bookshop in the back.

So I wonder – how small or big is the city or town you live in?

Is it as small as mine?

The weird and sad truth of classic romance authors

Is it just me or is it sort of weird and a bit sad that most of the classic romance authors of the 18th century never actually married?

Jane Austen?

Never married.

Emily and Anne Bronte?

Nope.

In fact, they died so young they never even had a chance to really have much of a life or enjoy their success in writing.

Yet all three women wrote about romance as if they knew all about it. I’m sure there are other classic romance authors who never married or had deep relationships either.

Of course, all three women may have known about romance and love even though they didn’t marry so it’s not like I believe you have to be married to fully understand love.

Also, before I get too into the topic of this post, let me explain a few things about my relationship with romances.

I’ve never been one to exclusively read or watch romances. I like romances but they aren’t my go-to genre.

I am a fan of romantic themes in a movie but strict romances often seem formulaic to me and I quickly lose interest – especially when it comes to books. This doesn’t mean I never watch or read romances. I certainly do. I get as giddy as the next girl when a couple finally professes their love to each other after pages and pages or two hours of dancing around their feelings.

At the same time, all the back and forth looks and touches and misunderstandings, etc. just get old to me at times, if not written or produced well. Listen, I’ve written four romances so I am in no way knocking romance stories, books, or movies.

 My romances, however, have storylines in addition to the romance and I like books and movies that are similar. If I’m going to be honest, the idea of “keeping within the writing rules for a romance” became too much for me by book four and I decided I needed to write in a different genre – one that I read more of – cozy mysteries or mysteries in general. I will, however, be writing a book five of that series because I need to wrap up one character’s story. (Hello, Alex Stone, you’re getting your own book.)

One reason I don’t like reading a lot of romance is that I feel – and please read those words I feel again so you remember that this is an opinion — that they can create unrealistic expectations of love and romance for women and men, whether they want to admit it or not.

Some readers of romance books will say they don’t really believe that real-life love has to be the way it is written in the books but I feel that the idea of what romance should be is being subconsciously ingrained into their mind and many times they may judge their own lives on those books.

Thoughts like, “I know those books aren’t real life but if only my husband thought to bring me flowers like Patrick did in …” could creep in without them (us) even realizing it. Yes, even I have fallen prey to this way of thinking at times.

Now, even with all that being said, I don’t think all romance readers are this way. Sometimes they simply want a happy escape from life. They know the books aren’t realistic, but they are an idea of how life could be for them or others.

I also feel odd reading books that don’t have any romance at all in them. I like when a book has a romantic aspect to it – like a mystery with an underlying love story, so I am not, in any way, bashing romance itself or even strict romance books. There are some really good ones out there. I don’t endorse romance books with “smut” in them, of course, because that’s where the real unrealistic expectations of love lives set in.

One thing I’ve been noticing lately, though, is how at least three of the authors we consider the “founders” of romance books never married.

Does this make them frauds? No, I don’t think so.

Does it make them less reliable sources for the idea of romance? I don’t think so either.

I often wonder how hard it was for these women not to marry and have children, dreams they seem to have had and wrote about in their books. Though maybe it was just their characters that had these dreams of romance and marriage.

An amateur sketch of Jane by Cassandra Austen, Jane’s sister.

Jane Austen wrote about romance and how to find romance in books such as Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice, but she herself never married. There are different theories as to why and one of those theories is that she knew how to write about broken hearts because she absolutely had one.

Historians know from letters that Jane was proposed to once and she accepted it but then withdrew that acceptance a day later.

I wrote a bit about Jane’s love life in January when I wrote a review of the movie Miss Austen Regrets, which is very loosely based on letters between Jane and her sister Cassandra and her niece Fanny.

In that blog post, I mentioned that we don’t know a lot about Jane’s personal life because her sister burned tons of letters Jane sent to her. Some historians believe Jane wrote thousands of letters to her sister Cassandra over the years, but in the end, only about 150 survived and many of those were redacted or cut apart to keep certain information out of the public eye.

A letter to Cassandra from Jane that is available on the New York Public Library site.

Some historians also surmise that Cassandra wanted to protect the privacy of her sister. Jane was known to be very blunt and straightforward in her commentary and it is possible she was a bit opinionated about some in the family or others the family knew. Cassandra didn’t want people to see those comments. Or she might have wanted to protect Jane’s love life from a curious family and public.

Either way, some vital information that would have shed even more light on who Jane was in her personal life is no longer available.

Some of those bits of information would have been about her love life – like if she really was going to marry Rev. Brooks Edward Bridges, who is mentioned in Miss Austen Regrets, or Tom LeFroy who is mentioned in her letters (and other movies).

According to an article on the Jane Austen Society website, in 1805 during a visit to Godmersham, Edward Austen’s estate in Kent, Austen wrote to her sister Cassandra:  “[W]e could not begin dinner till six. We were agreeably surprised by Edward Bridges’s company to it. . . . It is impossible to do justice to the hospitality of his attentions towards me; he made a point of ordering toasted cheese for supper entirely on my account.” 

While there are some who believe Bridges did propose to Jane and she may have turned him down, there is no evidence of this happening, mainly because of the above mentioned burning of the letters. Jane did, however, turn down an offer of marriage from the rich brother of a friend in 1802. She accepted, then rejected in one days time.

Someone else historians would like to know more about is Tom LeFroy who Jane was said to have flirted with quite often in her 20s. While some say Tom may have broken her heart at one point, some historians say they don’t believe so based on the lighthearted tones of letters she wrote to Cassandra that mentioned Tom.

Jane met Tom, an Irishman, in 1795 when he was studying law in London. They attended several balls and dances together but then he went back to law school and she went back to writing.

“We don’t even know if Jane wanted to marry, which would almost certainly have meant giving up any chance to be a writer,” reads an article on Jane Austen’s House. “She certainly didn’t pursue marriage at all costs, as some of her female characters do. . . Her great love was her writing. Her books were her children – she famously referred to Pride and Prejudice as her ‘darling child’.”

[Read more about Jane and Tom in this article: https://janeaustens.house/online-exhibition/jane-austen-in-love/.]

The Bronte sisters also didn’t marry, except Charlotte.

Left: Branwell Bronte’s ‘Pillar’ portrait of the Bronte sisters. It was hidden away and not seen by the public until 1914.
Right: The collodion photo which dates from the 1850s.
If these are the Bronte sisters then the photo is a copy of an 1840s daguerreotype.

(credit: https://brontesisters.co.uk/)
 

The Bronte sisters are famous for the books: Jane Eyre, Villette, and The Professor by Charlotte, Wuthering Heights by Emily, and Agnes Gray by Anne.

Though she married, Charlotte died without ever having a child leaving no Bronte heir, though there were many who believed she was pregnant at the time of her death. Some historians now believe she died of hyperemesis gravidarum, which causes pregnant women to become very sick and constantly throw up, leading to dehydration and death if not treated.

There are rumors that Charolette’s younger sister Anne was in love with a local curate and he may have felt the same about her, but Emily was never linked to anyone romantically, despite the passion of one of the Bronte sister’s most popular books, Wuthering Heights.

While some base their assumptions that Emily had a romance with someone named William Weighton from a movie loosely based on Emily’s life (it isn’t easy to make a movie about her life that isn’t conjecture since she was a recluse who died at the age of 30), an article on the Digital Spy says that there is more evidence that William and Anne were actually the ones in love with each other.

“William Weightman was a real person, and he really was Patrick Brontë’s curate in the Haworth parish from 1839 until his death from cholera in 1842,” the article states. “He became good friends with all the Brontë siblings, and, in his eulogy, Patrick said he was like a son.”

In a letter to a friend, Charlotte Bronte wrote, “He sits opposite Anne at church sighing softly and looking out of the corners of his eyes to win her affection – and Anne is so quiet, her looks so downcast – they are a picture.”

Some believe that Anne’s best-known novel, Agnes Gray, was written about her feelings for William. She also wrote some very heartbroken poems after his untimely death.

While most reports say the deaths of Emily and Anne and their brother were caused by tuberculosis, some information suggests their deaths were both from the effects of tuberculosis (which claimed two other sisters years before) and a weakened immune system caused by their drinking water being tainted by decomposing bodies from the town cemetery. (Read more about that here and here.)

A drawing of Charlotte said not to do her justice.

Another one of Patrick Bronte’s curates fell for Charlotte Bronte and was married to her for the last nine months of her life, which I find so heartbreaking. Charlotte was 38 when she passed away. Her husband, Arthur Bell Nicholls lived until he was 87 years old. He cared for Patrick Bronte after Charlotte died because she was the last of Patrick’s children. Arthur eventually moved back to Ireland, left the ministry and remarried. There is a lot of debate over whether his marriage to Charlotte was really for love as well as how he handled her estate, including her manuscripts, after her death.

The love affair between him and Charlotte does seem legit, though, from what I’ve read. It almost didn’t happen because Patrick didn’t think a poor Irish curate should be asking his famous author daughter for her hand in marriage. Arthur apparently left the parish at one point because he could not marry Charlotte but continued to meet her in secret. He had originally asked Patrick for Charlotte’s hand in marriage in 1852 but it took Patrick  until 1854 to allow them to marry.

Poor Charlotte was dead a year later.

Arthur ended up spending much of his life after her death defending her reputation and dealing with the fallout of it being announced that she was the real author of Jane Eyre. After Patrick died, he took the manuscripts and other personal items of the family and moved back to Ireland.

Here is an interesting blog post about images of the Bronte sisters (including the possible one above) for further reading: https://whatsupwithbrontemania.wordpress.com/2017/02/17/blog-post-title-2/

There is heartache in the stories of many people from the past but for some reason, I always seem to find the heartache of those who wrote about love — and either didn’t find it or found it for only a short amount of time — the saddest stories of all.

Maybe that’s just because as much as I don’t like reading strict romances, I am really a romantic at heart.

No, romantic love is not all that life is about.

There is family and friendship love, experiences like traveling and just having joy with those close to us, and a relationship with nature, wildlife, God, and the overall beauty of the earth.

But when a person writes about love as if they want to experience it or experienced it and lost it — that makes me sad. I hate to think about them missing out on what they wanted so much.

Sunday Bookends: Making chocolate chip cookies, reading mysteries and classics, and started Gladwynn’s third book


It’s time for our Sunday morning chat. On Sundays, I ramble about what’s been going on, what the rest of the family and I have been reading and watching, and what I’ve been writing. Some weeks I share what I am listening to.

This week I’m joining up with Kimba at Caffeinated Reviewer, Deb at Readerbuzz, and Kathyrn at The Book Date.



What’s Been Occurring

Yesterday Little Miss and I visited my parents to have some dinner and make chocolate chip cookies with them.

We did that on a very windy, rainy day after traveling to drop The Boy off at a friend’s house 40 minutes away. On the way back from dropping him off, we stopped at a local library that was having a used book sale. It wasn’t a very exciting sale for us, sadly, but we did get a few books. There were no cozy mysteries. So sad. Yet, not really because I have so many to read right now.

The cooking making was interesting. We whipped up a batch but my mom said it didn’t look like there would be enough for her grandson, who loves chocolate chip cookies, so Little Miss and I added some more flour. But then we realized we would need more butter and another egg and then we tried to remember what we’d put in and what we hadn’t so the conversation started going like this:

Me: “We should put some more flour in.”

Her: “I don’t know about that.”

Mom/Grandma: “Did you even put the baking powder in?”

Her and me: “oops.”

Me: “I’d better put another half a cup of butter.”

Her: “This isn’t looking right.”

Me: “It looks super sticky and sort of runny.”

Mom/Grandma: “Add more flour.”

Dad/Grandpa, taking photos of it all and snickering: “I don’t know how these cookies are going to turn out.”

Me: “Well, we will eat them somehow.”

The cookies:

The cookies tasted great, by the way. Somehow I forgot to add this when I originally shared this post so if you see comments about that below — that is why. *snort* I am such an airhead sometimes.

While cooking the cookies we also had an incident where Zooma The Wonder Dog ran into a mud puddle twice trying to corner a cat at my parents’ neighbor’s house. I had to lock her in the bathroom, pull out the cookies, and then hose her down so she wouldn’t get the house all muddy.

She didn’t want to get in my parent’s walk-in shower but I finally managed to coax her in and pull the shower head off and wash the mud off.

We left not long after that and came home to enjoy some quiet time at home.

What I/we’ve been Reading/will be reading:

Currently:

I plan to finish The Divine Proverb of Streusel by Sara Brunsvold this week.

I am also reading The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett and started Priscilla by Jenny Knipfer.

Just Finished:

A Troubling Case of Murder on the Menu by Donna Doyle. This was a cute little, simple cozy mystery.

Soon to be read:

The Mystery at Lilac Inn by Carolyn Keene

Murder Always Barks Twice by Jennifer Hawkins

Death At A Scottish Christmas by Lucy Connelly

Little Miss and I finished The Middle Moffat by Eleanor Estes this week.

The Boy and I are looking for a new book to read for English for school and he is finishing a Warhammer book.

The Husband is reading Skinwalkers by Tony Hillerman.

What We watched/are Watching

This week I watched an episode of Lark Rise to Candleford, Bluey (because of course), and Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman.

I also watched a show called The Repair Shop on Britbox or Acorn or Masterpiece or some British channel on Amazon. I really enjoyed it. They are repair experts who repair special heirlooms for people and there are usually sweet stories behind the items.

This vlog by The Cottage Fairy about how she needed to take a break from social media to help quiet her mind. I could really relate to this because I felt the same way.


What I’m Writing

This past week I started book three in the Gladwynn Grant Mysteries. I’m excited to see where it goes and how it turns out.

Last week on the blog I shared:

What I’m Listening to

I’m going to try my best to finish A Tale of Two Cities but I will also be starting Watership Down on Audio, read by Peter Capaldi.

Photos from Last Week

Here are some photos from the play of War of the Worlds that my husband was in last week. I wrote about that yesterday in my Saturday Afternoon Chat post.

Blog Posts I Enjoyed This Past Week

Finding Solace in the Sink by Book Inheritance

Now it’s your turn. What have you been doing, watching, reading, listening to or writing? Let me know in the comments or leave a blog post link if you also write a weekly update like this.

Fiction Friday: Interview with Patti Wolf: Author of Beatrice, the fourth book in the Apron String Series.

A new Christian Fiction series kicked off in January. With eleven books written by eleven authors, the Apron Strings book series follows eleven different women in eleven decades who are connected by one cookbook. That’s right the word for today is eleven. Each book can be read independently. One book will be released each month of 2024.

The series includes the following books (the first four are now out):

Today I have an interview with Patti Wolf, the author of the fourth book, Beatrice.

First, here is a description of Beatrice:

It’s 1950. WWII has been over for almost five years but Beatrice is experiencing her own personal conflict. Ten-hour working days at the hair salon have taken its toll on her, physically and spiritually. War years may have ended with daily life transitioning into a new normal, but normal can be a struggle for a 35-year-old single working girl.

Her sisters are married and have started families of their own. It’s the “baby boom” years and Beatrice longs for a family of her own. Instead, Beatrice lives with her aging parents and younger brother, Raymond, who carries scars from his time at war in France. Turning toward the kitchen for solitude and joy, Beatrice finds relief from her frustrations. It’s there Mama gives practical advice for life.

During a visit to her local bakery, a neighbor gifts her with a lovely cookbook. This gem opens a new world of baking to Beatrice. As she begins her cooking journey, anticipation fills her heart. Maybe, just maybe, marriage might be an ingredient for her future.

While things are cooking up in the kitchen, Beatrice’s heart is divided between two handsome suitors. Will she find a recipe for true love with advice from Mama? Or will she seek Godly direction in prayer?

Now, some questions for Patti.

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?

I was raised in Milwaukee, WI but have always loved the country. I now live on 11 acres in the country. Much of my inspiration comes from all the creation around me. I started writing as a teen. My heart’s desire, in my twenties, was to publish a children’s book.

That didn’t happen until 40 years later. During the decades I’ve written curriculum, children’s and women’s devotions, Bible studies, more poetry than anyone can imagine, and organized two Christian Writer’s Conferences.

It is only in the last 3 1/2 years that I’ve finally been published with 8 books of fiction and 1 book of poetry. All are published through KDP, Kindle Publishing, and are available on Amazon under Patti Wolf. As for family, I am married, raised three boys and two stepchildren.

I am blessed with seven grandchildren. I attend a wonderful Bible Church and head up the Ladies’ Events. My best buddy is my dog, Teddy, who walks with me daily.

What is your latest book about? Who are the main characters and when and where does it take place?

I’ve published two books this year: Abigail’s 40 Days part of the “When Pages Turn” series. It is a story of the early church. Abigail befriends some of Jesus’s followers. She is searching for answers to the question of why her brother died. In the process, she gets to know more about the risen Savior.

Beatrice is the fourth book in the “Apron Strings” series and is a story that takes place in 1950. The inspiration for this book was created after my mother’s life.

Beatrice struggles with a deep desire to marry one day, trying to reach her damaged brother, and is adjusting to her elderly parent’s ever-changing situation. She lives in a Polish neighborhood on the south side of Milwaukee.

What is the overarching message of your latest books?

Both books contain characters who have a deep need for spiritual growth, to place their trust in God, and to overcome personal struggles.

Where can readers find out more about you and your projects?

Blog: www.wolfsrosebud.com

Facebook: Patti Wolf Scribbling Spiritual Sand

You can order Beatrice here: