Chapter One
It is spring of the year again, the April rain is beating against Anna’s windowpane. She stands there staring but not seeing the garden beyond the bedroom window. As she begins getting ready for yet another milestone birthday, she finds it so unbelievable that 90 years have gone so quickly.
She has buried both parents, two brothers, and her husband. While her mind feels like a thirty something, her body feels all of its 90 years. As memories race though her mind, there is a knock on her door, her only child, a son. Peter and his family planned this milestone party. “Milestone”, she thinks. “A milestone for outliving my friends and most of my family?”
Anna opens the door and she sees her son standing there. He looks so much like her father.
As he bends down to kiss her cheek, he says, “Are you all ready, Ma? Everyone is here, waiting. You look beautiful tonight Ma, the Belle of the ball.”
“Pfft!” She clicks her tongue. “A Belle he says, a tarnished bell!” Anna takes his arm and with his help, they descend the stairs to the foyer below. What is left of her family and friends have gathered around the foot of the stairs. Almost 100 years ago, her beloved Papa would have called her his prinzessin and tonight she feels every inch the princess.
Anna looks around, her son, his wife and their five children, their spouses, all the grandchildren, nieces and nephews and their families. All there to celebrate her birth.
She goes to each one, caresses his or her face with her hands and cries out, “Oh, mein liebling!” Each one accepts her caress as a loving kiss. Of course, the younger ones squirm a bit, but enjoy their Old Grandma more than they will let on.
Anna’s eyes move from her youngest grandson to the living room just beyond the French doors. The sight brought tears to her eyes.
It is spring of the year again, the April rain is beating against Anna’s windowpane. She stands there staring but not seeing the garden beyond the bedroom window. As she begins getting ready for yet another milestone birthday, she finds it so unbelievable that 90 years have gone so quickly.
She has buried both parents, two brothers, and her husband. While her mind feels like a thirty something, her body feels all of its 90 years. As memories race though her mind, there is a knock on her door, her only child, a son. Peter and his family planned this milestone party. “Milestone”, she thinks. “A milestone for outliving my friends and most of my family?”
Anna opens the door and she sees her son standing there. He looks so much like her father.
As he bends down to kiss her cheek, he says, “Are you all ready, Ma? Everyone is here, waiting. You look beautiful tonight Ma, the Belle of the ball.”
“Pfft!” She clicks her tongue. “A Belle he says, a tarnished bell!” Anna takes his arm and with his help, they descend the stairs to the foyer below. What is left of her family and friends have gathered around the foot of the stairs. Almost 100 years ago, her beloved Papa would have called her his prinzessin and tonight she feels every inch the princess.
Anna looks around, her son, his wife and their five children, their spouses, all the grandchildren, nieces and nephews and their families. All there to celebrate her birth.
She goes to each one, caresses his or her face with her hands and cries out, “Oh, mein liebling!” Each one accepts her caress as a loving kiss. Of course, the younger ones squirm a bit, but enjoy their Old Grandma more than they will let on.
Anna’s eyes move from her youngest grandson to the living room just beyond the French doors. The sight brought tears to her eyes.
1 comments:
Very nice so far Lynda can't wait until chapter 2 to come out. Any idea when. ;)
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