Are you one of those people who think that romance novels probably don't have much plot or character development? Yeah, I was one of those people too. That is, until I read Millie Criswell's The Trouble With Mary. This book changed my mind about the romance genre, and I'm not easily swayed in my convictions.
Mary Triola has never settled for the mundane. As a child, her family would skip over trips to Disney World and the beach in favor of tents, roasted marshmallows, and exploring the majority of the continental United States through national parks and firelight. And it was over the flicker of many a campfire where Mary was first struck with the love of storytelling and writing as she and her four siblings would listen to their father recount stories and paint images with his words.
bright on the table
flaming between us,
white font of wax tears.
I remember your hand
seeking mine on the table;
a spoon tracing lives
on the cloth, charting years.
Strange how a roomful of
memories can dwindle:
two embers remain from
Even now, our design dust
of dream, past redeeming,
I remember the love:
I remember the light.
-"I Remember a Candle" by Donna Lee Davis
When Dr. Edward Alvey, Jr., died at the age of 97 on July 11, 1999, generations of Mary Washington College students remembered him as their beloved Dean.
They -- and generations of Fredericksburgers -- also remembered him as a writer and historian who illuminated the life and times of our area.
In a town as historic as Fredericksburg, we have preserved many historic sites as testaments to our past. But perhaps even more valuable as historical gems are the accounts of those people who were eyewitnesses to history in the making. The Journal of Jane Howison Beale is one of these. Beale paints a fascinating but realistic picture of the life and times in Fredericksburg leading up to and during the Civil War.
Everett L. Winrow lives in Fredericksburg and teaches computer skills to 8-12 year-old special education students in Washington, D.C. His hobbies are painting and watching old silent films. Sure, he sounds normal enough. But wait until you catch him on the night of a full moon.