My group in our church is in charge of funerals, we had only one in 09, but—one yesterday and another tomorrow. Yesterday’s was a dear, quiet 82 year old, Echo Loftus, tomorrow’s is a 58 year young man who was our mayor for many years and the American Legion commander for a long time too. He had a severe alcoholic father, mother froze outside their farm home when Ole was little, he had a very rough childhood. Our pastor, wife, and another kind couple took Ole and his brother into their homes when Dad died, the boys were then teens, and they really both have been wonderful citizens, but Ole had diabetes, and when his wife left him and his little boy, he probably didn’t eat right, ect and hasn’t been well for a couple of years.
I just started a book called The Help, which even the first two chapters enticed me. The “help” are a couple of black women in Mississippi who are maids. This is the first book by Kathryn Stockett who was born and raised in Jackson, Mississippi, and she made the New York Times Bestseller list.
One praise for the book reads: Its a story the made me weep as I rejoiced for each of humanity’s small but steady triumphs over hate and fear. I will never forget this wonderful book.
New York Times critic reads: A button-pushing, soon to be wildly popular novel…Book groups armed with hankies will talk and talk…An ultimately winning novel.
I’ve only read 5 chapters, but so far, I’d agree.
And I ordered To End All Wars from Netflix. My husband just watched The River Quie —again. Jacky