Now a middle aged woman facing inevitable old age, Linda relishes reminiscing about her childhood and what people commonly refer to as the good old days. This is especially prevalent when she gets together with her siblings, and their now extended families. One particular Saturday afternoon’s visit to her mother’s townhouse, which is located on what was once the McDowell’s Farm, Linda is reminded of the events that transpired there when she was a young girl growing up in the sixties. Though at one time the farm was profitable and bustling with activity, by the time Linda’s family moved to the neighborhood, McDowell’s farm was overgrown and uncared for by a crotchety, old farmer and his kind hearted wife. This sets the backdrop for this whimsical and nostalgic tale which takes many unexpected twists and turns. Linda’s strained relationship with her older sister, Karen, does a complete 180 due to the fateful events that occur one fall afternoon in 1967, when they take a shortcut through McDowell’s farm on their way home from school. One wrong decision leads to a chain of events that one would never anticipate and takes the reader through a journey which is tragic and heartwarming.
Targeted Age Group:: 14+
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 2 – PG
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I was reminded of a childhood event while walking my dog one beautiful autumn day. In the middle of the field was a tree standing by itself, and it brought me back to a time from my childhood and a tree house that was similarly situated at a farm we use to use as a short cut. My story took off from there.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Some of the characters are based of my family and friends in the book. Others were inspired by names of places and things from my childhood.
The only thing more frightening than Farmer McDowell’s personality was his appearance. I believe he was born an old man and had just aged ungracefully throughout his lifetime. It was hard to determine his height, as he walked with the aid of a cane and had an obvious hunchback. I don’t know if the cane was used due to the hunchback or vice versa. Toothless and wrinkled, his face resembled that of a jack-o-lantern that had already lost its novelty by November first and was left rotting on someone’s stoop on Thanksgiving. His long, white beard and hair were obviously grown out of neglect and not as a fashion statement. I never saw him in anything other than a pair of faded and torn overalls. I often wondered if he wore the same pair every day or if he had many of the same pair exactly alike. By his odor, however, I believe it was the same pair.
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