Originally posted on Colleen Chesebro ~ Fairy Whisperer : Title: Yellow Hair Author: Andrew Joyce File Size: 1092 KB Print Length: 498 Pages Publisher: William Birch & Assoc. Publication Date: September 28, 2016 Sold By: Amazon Digital Services LLC Language: English ASIN: B01LXOXHBI ISBN-10: 0998119318 ISBN-13: 978-0998119311 Formats: Paperback and Kindle Goodreads Genres: Historical Fiction, Literary Fiction, Biographical *I voluntarily reviewed an Advanced Reader’s Copy of this book* “Through no…
memoir
Hard Time Marrying Part 22
Posting second edition on Saturday since people have extra reading time.
Image of couple in farm wagon taken from internet.
Joe was up by four every morning, making sure the goats were milked and the stock tended before he headed over to Fred’s place every morning. The two nannies competed for the first spot on the milking block, eager to get at their corn. Pesky as goats were, It might be a good idea to keep them from now on. Between these two, he got a more than a gallon of milk a day, plenty for drinking, cooking, butter-making and even enough for Anya to make cheese. He should have gotten goats a long time ago. These two ate far less than the cow.
He worried leaving all the garden-work to Anya in her condition. Though they hadn’t talked about her pregnancy yet, he knew from the quiet of her manner she was troubled. He’d seen evidence of rape in the early days as he cared for her, and felt resignation as he noted her nausea and swelling breasts. Their fragile union was born of need on both parts. There had been no feeling beyond pity for her upon arrival. In the first days, he’d just hoped she’d stay to help with the children, but came to take pleasure in her tender care of Sally, her growing love for Little Joe, and the way she made the life they all brought to his lonesome cabin. After her hearing returned they’d begun talking a bit, he began to hope she’d soon warm to him, despite assertions she would leave. As her thin body began to swell with pregnancy, she was lovely. He began to look forward to a life with her and a houseful of children. After all, a baby was just a baby. Little Joe and Sally had brought so much love into his lonely life. What was one more?
He was going to have to bring this up with Anya. It occurred to him she might have avoided mentioning her pregnancy thinking he’d hold it against her. It was time to set her mind at ease. Maybe with this out of the way, they could get on with their lives.
Better Late Than Never!
Thanks Erika Kind
Hard Time Marrying Part 21
Emma tapped on the door, explaining before she even got in. “I can’t stay. Me and Rufus is on the way to town. Nellie Mason told me your cow was dry, so I brung you some butter and two gallons of milk for the youguns. If it turns before they finish it, you might have enough for a churning. Can I bring you anything from town? ”
“Thank you, but no. This milk and butter are sure welcome. Are you sure you cain’t set awhile? I wouldn’t mind a cup of coffee with a friend. It gets mighty quiet with Joe gone all day.” Anya longed for the comfort of a woman’s company.
“No, Rufus is a’waitin’ in the wagon. I better get on, but I sure wish you’d ride over with Joe Saturday when he comes to help Rufus fix the windmill. I could kill a chicken an’ make some dumplings. We could have some good woman talk.” Emma’s eyes crinkled. “Is Joe proud about the baby?”
“Oh, I ain’t told him yet. I been spottin’ some and I’m afeared I may not carry it. I don’t want him to worry if they ain’t no need.” Anya had no idea how that spilled out.
“I’ve sorrowed over that. I lost two between Martha and Melvin. I’ll pray for you.” She gave Anya a warm hug.
Tears sprung to Anya’s eyes at her friend’s kindness. “I thank you, Emma. I’d be proud to see you on Saturday.”
“That will be something to look forward to. See you then.” Anya followed Emma into the yard and waved as the Menlo’s wagon rattled off.
Christmas Funnies
Found these on internet

Hard Time Marrying Part 20
Anya kept quieter than usual over the next few days, hoping against hope Joe wouldn’t notice her pregnancy till she came up with a plan. She wouldn’t be able to hide it much longer. She’d been here since the last of February and it was nearly June. She might be as much as four months now. She’d never invited Joe into her bed and he’d spent his nights in the barn.
Joe called her out to talk to him. “We got trouble. Come walk with me over this ridge. ”
Her heart nearly stopped, thinking he’d noticed her condition.
They walked a long way toward the field without speaking. “Remember I told you I was letting the cow go dry ‘cause she’s gonna to calve in June. Look out there.” He pointed to some white lacy-topped weeds that had sprung up in a hollow near the creek. “See that. Somehow, I missed them weeds and the cow got in ‘em. Now she’s done lost her calf. We needed that calf and the milk and now we ain’t got neither. I don’t know what we gonna do for milk. Them young’uns has got to have milk. I hate to let ‘em down.”
“Them weeds made her throw her calf? I never heard of such a thing. I hate we lost the calf, but is the cow gonna be okay?” For the first time, Anya had a flicker of hope.
“The cow is fine. We just ain’t gonna have no milk for nearly a year. After a few days, I’ll have to git her over to Fred Mason’s bull. I ain’t got no money for another cow, but I’m gonna see if I can help Fred git his crops in in trade for a goat or two. He’s got all them young’uns and they keep a few milk goats to keep’em in milk when his cow dries up for a while. I might have to work off the place for a few days, but I don’t see no way around it. Do you reckon I could git you to keep the place goin’ while I’m gone? I know it a in’t a woman’s place to do all this heavy work. I hate so bad to ask you, but I don’t see no other way?”
Anya took his hand. “I’d be proud to. Workin’ ain’t no problem to me. I need to earn my keep and help you out. You been good to me.”
Joe, looked into her eyes. “You’re a fine woman. It’s easy being good to you. I thank you.”
For the first time, Anya felt hope.
Anya kept quieter than usual over the next few days, hoping against hope Joe wouldn’t notice her pregnancy till she came up with a plan. She wouldn’t be able to hide it much longer. She’d been here since the last of February and it was nearly June. She might be as much as four months now. She’d never invited Joe into her bed and he’d spent his nights in the barn.
Joe called her out to talk to him. “We got trouble. Come walk with me over this ridge. ”
Her heart nearly stopped, thinking he’d noticed her condition.
They walked a long way toward the field without speaking. “Remember I told you I was letting the cow go dry ‘cause she’s gonna to calve in June. Look out there.” He pointed to some white lacy-topped weeds that had sprung up in a hollow near the creek. “See that. Somehow, I missed them weeds and the cow got in ‘em. Now she’s done lost her calf. We needed that calf and the milk and now we ain’t got neither. I don’t know what we gonna do for milk. Them young’uns has got to have milk. I hate to let ‘em down.”
“Them weeds made her throw her calf? I never heard of such a thing. I hate we lost the calf, but is the cow gonna be okay?”
Stresses of the Season
A perfect Christmas from Aunt Beulah
Years ago, my friend Judy invited me to drop by for a visit the day after Christmas. When I arrived, I found her draping wet laundry around her kitchen and wiping away tears. She wasn’t crying about her dead dryer.
On Christmas Eve, she and her husband were helping her recently married son and his wife prepare dinner in their new home when her son said, “Why don’t you let Mom fix the gravy, Bev. She knows how I like it.”
In response, Bev burst into tears and said to Judy, “I’m sick of hearing about your perfect Christmases, your perfect cooking, your perfect dinners. Why don’t you go home? Here, take my car. I’m sure you’ll drive it perfectly.” Then she grabbed her keys, threw them at Judy and ran from the house, leaving an open-mouthed family, a half-cooked turkey and a doomed merry little Christmas behind.
“I felt…
View original post 438 more words
Hard Time Marrying Part 19
Upon Emma’s reference to pregnancy, Anya was so shocked she knocked her coffee over. It ran off the table onto little Sally’s blonde curls. Sally howled and both women jumped to see to her. She wailed, but fortunately her face wasn’t even pink. The next few minutes were full of mopping her up and changing her clothes. By the time they’d finished, Rufus had stepped to the door and called Emma to go. Anya composed herself enough to make her goodbyes, promising to ride over with Joe in a few days.
Sick with dread, Anya settled to rock Sally to sleep and consider Emma’s observation. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had the curse. She hadn’t had to wash rags since she’d been here and didn’t know how long before that. The abuse she’d endured before escaping and her confusion from her injuries had left her disoriented. The time had all run together. It was true she’d put on a little weight, but pregnancy had never crossed her mind. Her hand flew to her belly when she felt an undeniable swelling and her full breasts pushed against the bodice of the dress she’d taken from the store of things in the bundle Joe’s wife had brought with her.
Would this nightmare never end? Just when it looked as though life might work out, this horror raised its head. And all this after she’d insisted she wasn’t a whore! Joe had already been saddled with two children from his dead wife and had tried to pass them off to the townspeople, only to be turned away. She’d thought she’d never want to be a wife till this terrible turn and now realized a life with Joe and the children would have been precious. Silent tears ran down her cheeks onto Sweet Sally’s sleepy head.
Joe and came in from outdoors to the tender sight of Anya rocking the baby in the light streaming through the window. Little Joe ran to her for a hug. Joe’s heart swelled with love for his family. Life was turning around for him after all his years alone.
Hard Time Marrying Part 17 a
Trigger warning
Anya was shaking as she sat gripping the water glass, looking as though she might faint. Joe took Sally from the sling, putting her on the floor.
“I ain’t no whore! My stepmother handed me off to that devil to get me out of her man’s way. I had no say than a cow or hog off to slaughter. He tied me up and hauled me off in that damned peddler’s wagon. He beat me and passed me around when he needed a bottle. That last night, he got drunk enough I was able to get to his pistol and fire a shot off at him. I think I missed and finished him off with a shovel. He would have killed me if I hadn’t gotten away, but I’m not a whore.” She was furious now, clinching and unclenching her fists. “I’d kill him again, if I could after all he done to me!”
Joe didn’t speak for a long time. “So that’s how you come to be here.” Pausing, he went on. “Thank God the creek was high and we couldn’t get to Meadow Creek for the revival. If you had showed up there, wanting to make a new start, folks would’a had questions after that peddler turned up with a hole in his head. We got to come up with a plan.”
“I didn’t run off from one man just to get stuck out here bein’ your whore. Just because I got nowhere to go don’t mean I gotta take anything off you.” She was furious to be so near tears.
“I don’t want nuthin’ from you except you earn your keep and help out with Sally while you’re here. You’re gonna have to lay low awhile to keep the sheriff off your tail. The preacher is the only one who saw my wife. If we just keep to the place, you ain’t gonna bump into him. I never was one for goin’ to church an’ it ain’t likely he’ll have business way out here. He might not know the difference anyhow. It was dark an’ the woman was wrapped up when we woke him to marry us.
She stared ahead morosely, feeling a prisoner again.