Monthly Archives: October 2018

A Glimpse of Ida

We know we’re not supposed to make snap judgements about people when we first meet them, though we sometimes do it anyway.  If you’re tempted to do so when you meet Rowena’s new mother, Ida Carlson, in today’s First Acquaintance post, I’d suggest holding back.  You might be surprised by something you learn in the following excerpt and also in my closing note.


There was no doubt in Jason Carlson’s mind…From the moment he first tucked his new daughter into bed, he was her captive.  The pathetic need of the frightened child at the depot, had moved him deeply; but, as he gazed down at the tiny creature sleeping so peacefully, he was overcome.  Tears filled his eyes, and he reached hesitantly for Ida’s hand.

“Our little girl, Idee.”  He squeezed the unresponsive hand.  “It’ll be wonderful.  It’s gonna be easier for us, just you…”

For an instant, he had sensed response, then it was gone, and the hand lay cold and motionless in his.

Ida nodded sternly.  “It isn’t going to be easy, Jason.  The child has been bad hurt.  She could be spoiled awful, if we’re too easy on her.  A child’s gotta have security, but it needs discipline, too.”

“And love.”  Jason added softly.

Again, Ida’s authoritative nod spoke only of partial agreement.  “If she’s cared for, and brought up proper she’ll know she’s loved.”

Jason lowered his eyes, allowed the hand to slip from his grasp, and Ida moved into the hall.  I’ll leave a lamp on the hall table for her,” she said.  “You comin’?”

The big man sighed and nodded.  “In a minute.”

So— there would be no miracle.  Ida would not be transformed into a tender, loving person.  She would be for her daughter as she was for her husband: A friend, helper and, with the child, a teacher, but aloof and distant.  Why?  He wondered, and bent to kiss the soft cheek.

The salt of her dried tears lingered on his lips as he straightened.  “Don’t you worry, little one, there’ll be love, all you will ever need!”

Again, he sighed.  How wonderful it would be if Ida could feel as he did.  He shrugged helplessly, a sad smile playing across his lips.  “Well, we’ll just have to do the best we can.  Good night, little girl— God bless you.”

Turning to leave, Jason paused to look once more at the sleeping child.  Barely visible, she nestled deep in the down of the new feather bed, snug and warm beneath the gaily colored comforter.  Those, Ida had seen to.

From the moment they were certain that Rowena was coming, Ida had been up every night, often past midnight, working on the comforter, robe and nightgown.  This Rowena would never know of, unless he told her.  Certainly, it represented love…Jason lifted his eyes:  “Lord, please, let it be; let there be love— from both of us.”


This woman, who agreed to take and raise a child as her own, was a distant cousin of Rowena’s mother and, like her new daughter, also lost her mother at a young age.  In Ida’s case, it was at her own birth.

There’s lots more to learn about this lady and her family in “Rowena”, and the book is now available as a free download.  You’ll find the full story excerpted here on page 6.  Hope you’ll check it out.

 

Appease Your Partner Please

Is it possible to soothe those seething situations where your partner demands something?  Well, in today’s How-to’s post, you’ll find one solution and perhaps realize that, sometimes, finding another partner could be a better option.

As our story unfolds on page 3 & 4 of dad’s book “Rowena”, we’ve just been introduced to the title character, a young child almost five, and her father, and as their train journey together comes to an end, we learn a great deal more about her dad.


The big man stood and stepped into the aisle.  Retrieving two suitcases from the rack, he dropped the smaller one beside the girl.  “Come along, child, we best be gettin’ off.”

Abruptly he turned, and walked to the end of the car, leaving the child staring after him.

Flexing her thin legs, the girl slid to the floor; and, with the satchel bumping at her heels, struggled to keep up.

“Hurry, Child!  I don’t have all day!”

She hastened her step, nearly falling in the attempt.

His laugh was mirthless.  “I swear,” he muttered, as he hurried down the stairs, “you’re as clumsy as your mother was!”

As the girl reached the vestibule, a blast of cold, dust laden wind swept through the door.  Drawing back, she dropped the bag to cover her eyes; and from the platform she could hear the man’s harsh voice: “For heaven’s sake, girl; get a move on!”

At the foot of the stairs the porter shifted his gaze from the annoyed man to the frightened child and, with three quick steps, was at her side.  “Here, young lady, let me take that.”

Grasping the suitcase, he whispered, “Those are pretty big steps.  Better take my hand.”

There were no words, but what he saw in the child’s eyes would obscure far more eloquent thanks for years to come.  As he eased her down to the rough planks, he said quietly.  “Mind your step, little one, the cracks are nearly as big as those dainty feet of yours.  I’ll just give your bag to…”

He glanced up in time to see the man disappear into the station.  “Well, my goodness⎯ here, let me carry that.”

She shook her head.  “Papa would be mad.”

Grasping the handle with both hands, she started to leave⎯ then, freezing mid stride, turned and executed a childish curtsy.  “Thank you, very much, sir!”

The words had come as those oft repeated instructions of a mindful parent, but the adoration in her eyes left him staring sadly after her.

The conductor touched his shoulder.  “It ain’t something for us to be meddlin’ in, John, but I know how you feel.”

John shook his head.  “Who is that man?”

“Her father.”

“Father!”  He peered skeptically at his companion.  “You’re joshin’ me.”

The answer was obvious in the other man’s eyes.  “Dear, Lord,” muttered John.  “How could a man treat any child that way, never mind his own?”

The conductor shrugged.  “I was talkin’ with the station agent up in Algona, where they got on.  Seems her mother died a few months ago, and he got himself some woman friend that don’t want the girl around, so he’s givin’ her to a family here in Garwood.”


There you have it.  Girlfriend upset that you have a child?  Get rid of the kid.  Or maybe, the story should be written a little differently if this was a real-life ‘How-to’ issue.  Which would you vote for?

  1. Discard the daughter
  2. Dump the dame

Want to continue reading this tale and find out what happens to Rowena?  A free download is just a quick click away and be sure to read about Rowena’s Challenge too!