Tuesday, May 5, 2015

AMISH PROMISES, by Leslie Gould


    The back cover copy of Amish Promises begins, "Journey down a quiet lane in Lancaster County . . ." Let me just say, this story is far from a 'quiet lane' journey.
    Joel and Shani Beck have decided that the best place for Joel to recuperate from the injuries he received in Iraq is in the farmhouse left to Shani when her grandfather died. Their neighbors are Amish, as are many of the families in the area. This could be peaceful, except that the nearest household is headed by Tim Lehman, a stern patriarch who is opposed to having an Englisch family next door. He does all he can to keep his children and his sister away from the Becks.
    When Joel, who suffers from PTSD, compounds his war injuries in an accident, his Army friend Charlie comes to help the family. From this point on, the Becks' and the Lehmans' lives spin into a web of complications.
    Once I started reading Amish Promises I could hardly put the book down. I've heard it said that Amish novels are always the same. If that’s true, then Amish Promises breaks the mold.
     Leslie Gould is a talented storyteller. The concept of putting an Amish family and an Englisch family side by side is a refreshing change in the world of Amish fiction. The characters in Amish Promises are real people with the same flaws we all possess.
    I give this book an enthusiastic two thumbs up!

My thanks to the author and Bethany House for providing my review copy.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

DEAD WAKE, by Erik Larson



            I finished reading Dead Wake several days ago, and still can't stop thinking about it. Larson unwraps the story step by step, just as the events happened. By giving us names and details about various passengers, he gives this historic event a sense of immediacy.
            The narrative switches back and forth between the captain of the German submarine that ultimately sank the Lusitania and the shipboard days that unfold during the Lusitania's fateful final trip to England. Again, the details are what make the story.
            I've read The Devil in the White City and Thunderstruck, also by Erik Larson, so I knew I'd enjoy Dead Wake. But I had no idea how thoroughly captivating this book would be. I read every word, all the way through the end notes--which are interesting in themselves.
            Larson's narrative voice shines through Dead Wake. You don't have to be a history buff to appreciate this story. It's one of the best books I've read in a very long time.

Monday, March 30, 2015

SPRING ON THE OREGON TRAIL




          My great-grandparents' journey over the Oregon Trail with their young children was filled with detours. Funds were scarce, so my great-grandfather, William Kirk, followed the developing railroad lines to find work. Some of these lines took the family far off the beaten trail west.
            They spent the winter of 1882 in a tent on an Indian reservation in Montana so William could take a job hauling freight from Missoula to railroad camps in the area. When spring approached, the freight-hauling work came to an end.
            William and another man then took a job hauling rock to rip-rap a river bank. (Rip-rapping is using loose stone to line a stream bank in order to prevent erosion.) When that task ended, it was April of 1883 and William was anxious to resume the trip to their planned destination--Washington Territory. Nearly a year had passed since they left Missouri, and they were still far from their goal.
            The distance between their camp in Montana and Spokane Falls, in Washington Territory, was only about 125 miles. However, the earliest date the road over the mountains would be open for wagon travel would be sometime in June. Rather than wait, William decided to backtrack the way they'd come--to Deer Lodge and southwest to the Idaho line.
            I can't help but wonder at my great-grandmother's reaction to this decision. For all intents and purposes, it was still winter where they were. They had six children, now ranging in age from 15 (my grandfather) down to a three-year-old. Living in a tent was no picnic, but traveling in a wagon through snow, ice, and mud wasn't going to be a stroll in the park, either. They left their winter camp on April 17. Seven days later, still in Montana, they arrived at Deer Lodge, a distance of 124 miles on today's roads. 
          In 1997, my husband and I retraced their route. This photo shows our "covered wagon" when we stopped for lunch between Birch Creek and Argenta. My husband is the sandwich maker at the tailgate of our pickup.
            The road south took them (and us) through a narrow canyon--boulders on one side and the creek on the other. Traveling down a 6200' pass, they passed through Argenta and Bannack. We probably drove over the same road they traveled.
Here's a photo of Bannack (now a preserved ghost town), taken in 1997.

On May 2, they reached the Idaho border. It snowed on that date, so they stopped for a couple of days to wait for the trail to open up again.

 Here's a photo of how it looked when we were there--old road, new signs! 

Soon they were traveling through the Idaho desert west of the lava beds (now a National Monument). On May 22, they reached Boise City, where they set up camp. In his memoir, my grandfather wrote, "This was the first time and place we had enjoyed any spring weather. People remarked when we came into town, 'These people are wearing their winter clothes.' "
            They camped there for at least two weeks, while William took a job transporting firewood to the Idaho State Penitentiary. June 14 found them crossing the Snake River into Oregon. At this point, they still had to travel north through Oregon before they reached Washington Territory.
            In September, 1883, they finally arrived in the area of Washington they had started for when they left home on May 12, 1882. They still needed to locate a homestead site, and another winter was coming on.
            But that's a story for another day.    

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