All of this preamble is a sneaky way of letting you know about my new novel due out soon, called Willard Manor. Willard Manor is a house, built in 1840, by John Willard, in a fictitious town in the middle of Connecticut. As the country grows and changes, so, too, does Willard Manor. Many generations of one family occupy this house over a period of 170 years and each generation “modernizes” it to some extent by adding indoor plumbing, electricity, a telephone, septic tank, and, eventually, a television set. And along the way, the horse in the shed is replaced by a Model T Ford.
In researching for this novel, I learned many interesting things. Among them:
How to build lath and plaster walls
The route of the Underground Railroad
When telephones and electricity were available for the masses
When polio was rampant and its treatment
How to build a still during Prohibition
The Civil War, WWI And WWII
The Great Depression
How to grow marijuana.
In reading this book, you will become aware that Willard Manor is a micro version of the United States. It grows and expands, has heartaches and victories, births and deaths, yet, through it all, it stands strong, ready to face the future.
I will let you know when Willard Manor is available both on Amazon and on Kindle.
Here’s a short excerpt from the book:
“Listen,” said Shelley. “Can’t you hear the voices?”
Tony raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me, but exactly what voices do you hear? Should I be calling the men in the white coats?”
“No, silly, I’m perfectly sane. I just know this house is trying to tell us something. So many people lived here over the years, so much has happened, right in these very rooms. I wish I knew their stories.”
Today’s Quote: Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.' The Talmud