Thinking of home, loneliness spread through him, and he longed for his family. Time away from those he loved caused him to regret his decision. More than once, the wood runner wanted to be under his own roof, with his wife and children.
“Even okwaho, a lone wolf, needs its pack, my son.”
As the couple rode together, it seemed as if even the land celebrated and rejoiced with them. Autumn had arrived, and the countryside was ablaze in color.
“This land is so beautiful,” Jeanne contentedly sighed.
When the sun began to set along La Manche, Jeanne marveled at the radiant site. It was as reverent as her church, so she sent a silent request. Peace for her mother, kindheartedness for her future husband, and protection for their long journey.
Smiling, Jaqueline admired her best achievement, the daughter that would sail to the colonies with a piece of her mother’s heart.
In late spring, 1682, amidst the wilderness, his desire for freedom abated like the setting sun. With his recent venture, he recognized the signs of his madness, his longings. He had taken a mistress that kept him from his family, and this wanderlust created havoc within him.
“My daughter, Jeanne, also sailed to New France almost two years ago. Although she sent word through the nuns in Ville-Maria that she was fine, I do not hear from her. She does not know how to write.”
The summer Ella turned sixteen she fell in love with Rueben Alan Stiles. He had a smile that warmed her heart, a sense of humor that made her laugh, often, and a kindness that touched her very soul. She had known Rueben since she was a child. They attended the same one-room school house although he was four years older. Ella completed her education when she was in eighth grade. That same year, Rueben left for college, for he wanted to be a journalist and travel the world. She really never gave him a second thought until he came home for a visit. Continue reading “In the Woods – Part Five”
Mariah quickly marched through the woods, racing to find solitude in her own home. The girls had a hard time keeping up with their mother. Although the two girls had many questions about their great-grandmother, they also knew that now wasn’t the proper time to question their mother, for they could observe their mother’s inner turmoil. Once their home came into view, Mariah raced to her home to find the necessary seclusion of her bedroom. Esther and Sally watched their mother as she sprinted across the field. They never witnessed their mother in such a state, and it frightened them. Continue reading “In the Woods – Part Four”
“Girls!” Mariah cried in relief. “I was so worried! How could you just leave in the middle of the night? Never do that to me again!” Although angry with her daughters, the worried mother gathered her girls in a tight embrace. Continue reading “In the Woods Part Three”