She Wears It For Her Loved One, Oh So Far Away
(A Jericho Book)
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“At our craft shop and warehouse, established near our reservation in
“Good.” Her smile for Connuck focused all of the visitors. “I’ll worry about your getting the gear while I worry about getting bee stings.” Edith chuckled, “or getting honey stuck all over.” Even as she chuckled and planned for extraneous worries she knew that Harold would be there. Gently she smiled, thinking that perhaps the ache would be lessened by her labor with bees. Her eyes glistened as tears made ready to fall. “I hope he is well,” she said. “I will ask Dr. Laird how one is with the flu. Harold could not write so Albert wrote the letter I received today.”
“Edith, please return to bees,” Momma said.
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During the evening Edith did settle down to a lesson in bees, as detailed by James Fenimore Copper, and held Grandpa rapt during her recital: “A farmer saw numerous bees going to and from some flowers and he caught one of the bees and fed it honey. He followed the bee he’d fed until it alit forty feet up in an oak tree. He plastered an empty hive’s entrance with honey and bees came down from the tree and ate it. Finally a whole swarm came down from the tree and entered that farmer’s hive. So he got his lost hive of bees back, do you see, Grandpa?”
“Sure, I do, but I should hope it’s easier than that to be a beekeeper,” Grandpa joked, “Why, we’ve harvested all our tall oaks, you’d know. Why, Leb can hardly find any reasonable oak in the whole neighborhood.”
Edith liked joking with Grandpa, and doing so, she’d realize later, insolated her mind from gloomier thoughts. “Gee, Grandpa, beekeeping is sure fraught with complication. Isn’t there some other way to help the Indians?”
Grandpa rubbed his sparse white hair. He stretched his shrunken frame to nearly her height. “Well, Edith, now I sure mean to say,” his faded blue eyes twinkled. “I’d truly like to read about Mohican beekeeping, now wouldn’t you? That way you’d sort of double help them.”
“That’s good. And you kind sir, may help me compile another scrapbook.”
“I knew there’d be a catch to it,” Grandpa said, bumping her shoulder. “And what is it Emma and you were talking about chewing gum’s relationship to
She chuckled. “Oh, that was my last school paper for English class. Mrs. Judson ran out of time so she kept it until after school was out. Now she sent it in the mail. Grandma thought it was interesting and we’re sending a copy to Mex and Apache. Mex and Apache, you recall; those police officers in
“Sure, I do. I’ll never forget them. Those officers in
“I’m pleased and proud we sent it, that’s for sure. For that particular English assignment, I wrote about
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She Wears It for Her Loved One, Oh So Far Away opens at the Groner mailbox shortly after
Humor mellows the pages via the person and antics of Charley James, Deadwood Dick, and their cohorts, this in contrast to tragedy amid the Allen and Coffee families. Mohican friends become beekeepers while Grandpa and pals enjoy liberty cabbage, French toast, and fish giblet gravy and begin a taxi service with The Outfit children as drivers. Principle figures of the women’s suffrage, women’s rights, and prohibition are represented by host of colorful characters. Miss Patriotism shares honors with Mr. and Mrs. Uncle Sam in bringing to life the stories of yellow ribbon, Old Glory, and The Star Spangled Banner.
The story is fiction set into real history. The book was written in honor of the author’s grandfather, Clarence Groner, and the author’s mother, Edith Marie Groner Platt. The geography used in the books is similar to that of the community in
She Wears It for Her Loved One, Oh So Far Away draws to dramatic conclusion involving a showdown on the emerald esplanade just as the northbound signals the Leadford station.
She Wears It for Her Loved One, Oh So Far Away is the sixth of the Jericho Books by T. F. Platt. The
About the Author
T. F. Platt enjoyed his first writing success in grade school, discovering that he could entertain and hold an audience by reading aloud the story or skit that he’d written. Those experiences stuck with him as he went on through university and thirty-one years as a college professor.
While a professor he served eleven years as the National Editor of an annual scientific periodical. Meanwhile he published articles in the scientific press where accuracy and clarity are paramount and where adjectives are unwelcome; but through it all he never strayed far from the beauty and fun of prose.
In retirement his prose graces novels which he has named The Jericho Books and he still writes skits and stories to teach and to entertain.
Until recently T. F. Platt logged many hours piloting a Piper Cherokee Archer. Now the airplane is sold to younger eyes feasting the puffy cumulus. With an antique backhoe he enjoys landscaping and re-landscaping their four acres, completing two recreational ponds and numerous lanes and bridges appropriate for golf cart navigation.
He shares the home four acres with Helen. Their golf cart has a fringe on top. Great pleasure ensues when the children and grand children come home to visit. That’s when the golf cart gets a grand workout. Children play key rolls in all of the Jericho Books just as they are key players in the fulfillment of life for Grandma and Grandpa Platt.