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Write on the Water While You are Right on the Water

Write on the Water While You are Right on the Water

You’ve been threatening it for ages, you’re going to run away, bolt, flee to another city, somewhere, anywhere but where you are now.

Dear One, do I have the place for you.

A condo on the beach and when I say on the beach I mean on the beach. See this picture. 20140407_183854

 

This is what you will see when you look up from your manuscript, or awake after that mid-day nap.

Now you’ve been to vacation homes before. Homes that look great in the photos, but when you pull into the parking lot you kinda sorta wished you’d brought along some home protection.

This is not the place. Take a look at the entrance to your place of respite.20140407_110245

In past vacations, you saw images of places that-once you entered- looked nothing like what you had hoped for. My friends this place has been decorated by Garden City, South Carolina’s best interior designer, Mary Helen. The photos do not do it justice.

The Kitchen: (yes, that’s granite)

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Breakfast nook

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Take a look at the hallway! The hall in my own home isn’t this posh.20140407_101934

Now, let’s ease on into the bedroom. King bed first.

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Bathroom for that particular bedroom is pictured here.

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Here’s a shot of the queen bedroom. Yes, it’s lovely too.

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Bathroom for the Queen Bedroom:

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By now the only question you are asking is how do I book my weekend (or weeklong) away? And, where do I leave my significant other?  On the beach silly. Or, your significant other can walk to the pier. You can see it from the deck. Hungry? Walk to the restaurant. This place is perfect. I wouldn’t send you anywhere that isn’t now would I?

You need to contact Mary Helen, and book your time at the Surfside, South Carolina Condo. But because we live in the age of spammers, I can’t give you her cell number. Contact me at reneawrites(at @ ) gmail.com and I will put you in touch with her. And no, I don’t receive a commission, but I do hope, one day to spend a little time working on my novel, or just running away from life just long enough to visit a place that is twenty steps from the beach.

If being twenty steps from the beach isn’t enough to entice you, there are dolphins that you’ll see if you’re paying attention. 20140407_110808

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About Renea: Renea Winchester is the award-winning author of Mountain Memories: True Stories and Half-Truths from Appalachia. Her first book, In the Garden with Billy: Lessons About Life, Love & Tomatoes earned her a SIBA and GAYA nomination. In September of 2014, Mercer University Press will release her next book titled Farming, Friends, and Fried Bologna Sandwiches. Email her through her website at www.reneawinchester.com.

 
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Posted by on April 17, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Wordless Wednesday: Hellebores

Wordless Wednesday: Hellebores

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Renea Winchester is the 2012 Atlanta Pen Women Author of the Year as well as the multiple award-winning author of Mountain Memories: True Stories and Half-Truths from Appalachia. Her first book, In the Garden with Billy: Lessons About Life, Love & Tomatoes earned her a SIBA and GAYA nomination. In 2014, Mercer University Press will release her next book titled Farming, Friends, and Fried Bologna Sandwiches. Contact her through her website at http://www.reneawinchester.com or download her work via links above..

 

 
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Posted by on April 8, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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This Post May Save Your Home and Your Life

If you have a clothes dryer please read, and share this post.

Yesterday was just another day filled with endless domestic activities, anything I could find to keep me away from my novel-in-process. Writers will even scrub toilets and sweep away cobwebs seeking inspiration in cleaning rather than strapping themselves to the keyboard.

Transferring the laundry from the washer to the dryer I checked the lint filter, as always.

See how the filter doesn't fit snug against the machine?

See how the filter doesn’t fit snug against the machine?

I’d noticed that the filter wasn’t closing all the way, wasn’t as snug as it was when we purchased it seven years ago.

I figured I had somehow bent the plastic. Things aren’t as sturdy as in days of old. Grabbing a flashlight, I peeked inside the dryer, Perhaps one of my missing socks is in here, I thought. Instead I was shocked to discover a gigantic empty area in the front of the machine. Inside this area years of flammable lint had accumulated.

Lint. Lots of lint !

Lint. Lots of lint !

I never use the dryer without first checking the lint filter, yet somehow minute pieces of lint and strands of dog hair had passed through the filter and accumulated in the bottom of the dryer. Lint is a hazard, the cause of many home fires. According to FEMA an estimated 2,900 fires per year and $35 million in property loss, even deaths occur due to clothes dryers. When is the peak time for fires? January. Why? Well, that nemesis static electricity for one. We’ve got the heat on, the air is dry, the static crackles every time we touch something. It doesn’t take much to light a spark. If you own a dryer you must check it, today. Please.

Removing the lint was a problem. The duct was clear, but deep inside the dryer were several layers of compacted, highly-combustible lint. Unfortunately, the only way to get inside the dryer was either coat hanger, or in my case, by using the end of a flyswatter.

See how deep the compartment is?

See how deep the compartment is?

The swatter worked well because I could use the end to scrape and pull the lint toward the opening.

Years, and I do mean years, of lint was compacted inside. The more I removed the luckier I felt. Lint had compacted so tightly there was barely any air streaming outside the house.

Saying a prayer of thanks for guardian angels who were obviously watching over me, I feel it my duty to ask you to go now−today−and check inside your dryer. Grab a flashlight and have a look.

The following image makes me feel like a terrible housekeeper, but I must share so you will understand how much lint was compacted inside my dryer waiting to ignite. The machine is about seven years old. This is only a small portion of what was inside.

How much compacted lint is trapped inside the front of your dryer?

How much compacted lint is trapped inside the front of your dryer?

This is why I ask you to check your machine today. Regardless of your machine’s age please check it.

Here is what it looked like after and now the lint trap once again fits snug against the machine.

I couldn't get it all, but I removed most of the lint.

I couldn’t get it all, but I removed most of the lint.

Please, for your safety, please check your dryer today. Let me know. Did you find lint hidden inside your drier also?

Renea Winchester is the award-winning author of Mountain Memories; True Stories and Half-Truths from Appalachia. Please download her e-book short story collection today. Her first book, In the Garden with Billy: Lessons About Life, Love & Tomatoes earned her a SIBA and GAYA nomination. If you liked this recipe stay tuned. In 2014, Mercer University Press will release her next book titled Farming, Friends, and Fried Bologna Sandwiches. Email her through her website at www.reneawinchester.com

 
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Posted by on January 14, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Negativity and the Art of Resolution Breaking

It is the second day of January and already I feel terrible about myself. I don’t make resolutions; instead I vow (daily) to be the best person possible. Today I failed . . . miserably.

It was my mouth that got me in trouble, saying something negative about someone, spewing unkind words, hurling hurt far away from me. The only problem with word hurling is that most-times those words boomerang and strike the hurler in the face, or in my case, the heart.

My daughter immediately called me on the carpet, pulled me aside and had a “mother moment,” one where my own words echoed in my ears. Her sentence began with, “we don’t talk about people…ever!”

My daughter is going to make an excellent mother one day, better than I am, or ever shall be.

But we do talk about people, don’t we? We talk about people all the time. We tweet, mock, whisper things about others. Instantly my heart was pricked. I was pained for several reasons, the least being that she was right to correct me. The trouble with my mouth is its speed. While I do not like to be around people who tear others down, today I was guilty of doing that which I despise. My tongue was ten times faster than my brain. The trouble with the mouth is that it says what our heart feels. Most days I have a stop-gap. Today, my stop-gap failed.

Or did it? My stop-gap didn’t exactly fail. I jumped over it while throwing words like Iron Man shoots powerful beams.

Today, I CHOSE negativity over kindness. I opened my big mouth and hurled words that elevated myself over another. I felt justified, entitled to say what I did because I was hurt. screaming

However, my actions had unexpected consequences. I became the same person I want to avoid. I could defend, explain, or rationalize the reason why I chose negativity, could tick the history off all ten fingers, list the many reasons why I was justified in saying what I did. However, that would allow me to stay safe in my cozy comfort zone. I could convince you that I am injured, the one who was lied to, the one wronged. And as long as I remained wronged and injured I am in control, never allowing another to correct their wrongdoings, but worse, never growing and maturing as a person.

I have a dear friend who has never uttered a negative word. I don’t know how he does it. I want to be that person. Maybe I need more Jesus in my heart, or duct tape over my mouth. One thing is for certain, I must change.

My daughter’s words were more powerful than mine because they made me stop. Almost immediately I thought If I had wronged another how could I make things right. How would I prove that I am sorry, that I have changed, that I am pulling my life together?

“Your words really convicted me,” I said to my daughter. She didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want me to explain my actions. She just wanted me to stop talking. [For the record, my unkindness wasn’t toward her or my husband. I must confirm that before the family starts ringing my telephone].

“I appreciate you pointing out my shortcomings,” I said. “This helps me understand that my words can be hurtful, helps me understand that other people see me differently than I see myself.”

My lesson today, dear friends, is this: my words hurt me and no one else.

My daughter wedged earphones in her ears as I prayed that one day I can be the person I so desire to be. Until then, on this second day of January, I am left reflecting why I do what I do, already regretting that 2014 began with my own negativity.

Tell me, how are you on this second day of the resolution season?

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on January 2, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Small Business Saturday, My Shopping Tradition

This morning my daughter and husband arose while the sun was still asleep, while snow still blanketed the earth; they lit out for a new tradition… shopping. They hit the malls, not because the prices are slashed (they really are not), not because they have long shopping list (we don’t spend a lot during Christmas); they hit the road because the trip is “quality time.”

Insert eye roll. The dog and I have our own quality time. We call it “hold up in the warm and cozy bed.”

This year, many small-businessmen (and women) are spreading the word about Small Business Saturday. Tomorrow, small business owners are asking shoppers to step away from the malls, the chains, the big box stores and visit local, independently-owned stores. Of course this is a cause I’m happy to get behind.

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This Saturday, show your local small businessman a little love.

Recently, I spoke to a group of authors and was asked, “is your book on Amazon?” Of course it is, all titles are on Amazon. However, traditionally published authors shudder at this question. Do you know that author’s receive zero money (not one red cent) from used books sold on Amazon?

Enter into this conversation a woman who said, “Oh you don’t need Amazon, I can tell you where you can find Renea’s book. It’s at Bookmiser in Roswell and The Book Exchange in Marietta.”

I stood for a moment, speechless. “I like to shop locally,” she said with a smile.

For those who insist on purchasing my books from Amazon, the following links are the only way to purchase where I will retain a portion of the sales. Paperback hereebook here. Latest release here.

So why then, would I ever send a reader to the local bookstore?

Because it is the local merchant who is the cornerstone of the community. The Indie Bookstore knows what you like to read. The local restaurant treats you like family. The boutique clothing store wants to build a community where everyone can come and shop.  Indie Bookstores are personal shoppers. Most local restaurants will cook something (off menu) just for you. Use them. But the relationship goes further than that, locally owned businesses care about you, they really do.

Here’s a revelation: Walmart doesn’t give a hang about you, neither does Amazon. But a small business in your town cares about you, the consumer. They care that your property taxes are going through the roof. A mom and pop’s sandwich store cares that you are on a limited income (because they are on a limited income also). Small businesses employ your children, they pay local taxes, they support the soccer team and hold fundraisers when someone needs a kidney transplant. And for those who think big-box retailers do the same well honey, I am not so certain about that. What I do know with certainty is that I have a relationship, a friendship, with every small businessman and woman I patronize.

They ask about my next book.

They ask about my momma, about the sick, and hungry.

They hold canned food drives.

They collect books, and coats, and toys for the needy.

They pray for me, and for my family.

They have a cake for me on my birthday. (Thank you Cat).

They make me feel like I matter, like I am more than just a number.

They want my business and they show me that I am appreciated.

Those are just a few reasons why I stayed curled up tight in the bed this morning as the beloveds pointed to vehicle toward the mall.  Join me in stepping out tomorrow and visiting a local independently-owned small business.

Renea Winchester is the award-winning author of Mountain Memories; True Stories and Half-Truths from Appalachia. Her first book, In the Garden with Billy: Lessons About Life, Love & Tomatoes earned her a SIBA and GAYA nomination. In 2014, Mercer University Press will release her next book titled Farming, Friends, and Fried Bologna Sandwiches. Email her through her website at www.reneawinchester.com

 
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Posted by on November 29, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

Wordless Wednesday: The People from Mountain Memories

Although there are no images in my latest book, Mountain Memories: True Stories and Half-Truths From Appalachia,  here are pictures of the people behind the true stories. Order a copy of Mountain Memories here.

Renea Winchester’ is an award-winning author whose people are from Rabun County, Georgia and Indian Creek, North Carolina, which is now part of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. In the early 1900′s the Winchesters traveled to Western North Carolina where they put down roots. Renea still grows the same corn her great-grandfather grew. Visit her at www.reneawinchester.com

 

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Posted by on October 30, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Friends don’t let friends read bad books.

I recently closed a book. Closed it Dear Ones, not because I was finished, but because on page 106 the author wrote something that could not have happened. That which he wrote had not been invented. 

I actually said, “Aw c’mon now. . . really? Please don’t let me down.”

He-who-shall-not-be-named has received critical acclaim for this book leaving me wondering, did I misinterpret the time frame? Perhaps this book is set in 2013. I re-read the back cover, the beginning, and a few introductory chapters then asked myself Am I the only person who knows this isn’t physically possible? As a reader I was hurt. Most avid readers have towering stacks of books and limited reading time. This is why I closed the book. Trust me, this hurt. I am injured because I loved the characters; I am wounded because the story had potential; I am angry because I was “all in” for one hundred and five pages. Here is the problem. If page 106 isn’t physically possible then neither is anything written afterward. (Pages 1 thru 105 are highly suspect as well). It is rare that I speak ill of a book. Rare because I know the arduous journey every single author makes from inspiration to publication. It is not my place to be critical. I am a mistake-maker also. Instead, I’ll just encourage y’all to pick up another stronger, better-written book.

I am not the kind of friend who will let you waste your precious time reading a bad book. That is why I’m sharing four books with you. Yes Dear Ones, four.

Let’s start with Jolina Petersheim’s book, The Outcast. outcastThe PR behind this book reads “A modern retelling of The Scarlet Letter.” Well, I guess I agree with that statement, in part. For me, The Outcast reminds me how difficult life is for single mothers. Even today women are burdened with poverty and loneliness while the men -who play a part in creating these outcast children- have minimal consequences. Society still punishes the women and children; the men, not-so-much. Jolina writes a popular blog and The Outcast is her debut novel. Take a chance on it. You’ll be glad you did.

chimesSusan Reinhardt is what we call down here in the South “a hoot.” She and the Cracker Queen, Lauretta Hannon, should do a big ole southern tour. A columnist for the Asheville Citizen Times and Sarah Palin impersonator (no, I am not kidding), her latest novel Chimes from a Cracked Southern Belle provides exactly what the title implies, entertaining stories that y’all know happen every single day in the South. She writes the same way we talk; only we whisper our words. Susan shouts prose atop a unicycle (again, not kidding). Read an excerpt here (Swoon alert: the excerpt isn’t for “proper” Southern Belles). You must order yourself and a friend a copy of Chimes.

Ann Hite blew my hair back with the release of Ghost on Black Mountain, a book that won her the Georgia Author of the Year Award. If you haven’t read this book then you are missing out on one of the best books of last year. I remember as I neared the end of Ghost I said, “Brilliant, Ann. Just. brilliant. You weren’t predictable. You landed this plane without a bump.”

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At the time I didn’t know Ann from Adam. Today, I couldn’t even tell you how we met. I only know that she’s the real deal. I’ve got to say that I take issue with those who compare Ann’s work to others. I take issue because Ann has worked hard to create her own voice. I believe it is disrespectful to compare her, or any other author, to another. Her voice, her work is unique. This Little-Author-That-Could has two releases churning hot off the press: The Story Catcher and a novella titled, Low Country Spirit. Her collection makes readers sit up straight and beg for more. Be sure to click this link to listen to Low Country Spirit. One listen and you’ll be calling your favorite Indie Bookstore begging them to order all three.

Y’all do know that Indie Bookstores will order books for you…right? Just give them a call. Some even ship books to your door. Find your Indie here.

motherofrainBalancing the group is Karen Spears Zacharias. Karen is a mother and a patriot. She has a journalist’s heart and has written an armful of non-fiction books. Her works of non-fiction prick the heart, call us to action and make us want to be better people. I’ve got to be honest with y’all, from the moment I heard Karen was writing her breakout novel I have been waiting for the release of Mother of Rain. In fact, when I learned that another author got a sneak-peak of the manuscript I had myself a big ole pouting spell, even sent Karen an email titled “pouting.” My little episode earned me the ultimate sneak-peak of Mother of Rain. 

Glory be! I sat up the entire night, devouring Maizee Hurd’s story. I placed sticky notes in places I wanted to revisit. I clutched my heart. I fell, headlong into the manuscript. The next day I sent Karen an email, a long rambling mess of an email telling her how much I loved the characters. I wrote about Burdy and Leela-Mai. I demanded, yes, demanded to know when Karen planned on writing the sequel. Friends, this is the book to read. I haven’t been this excited about a breakout novel in a long time.

Now Karen hasn’t posted an excerpt on her website, so I’m going to have to do my best to tell you about Mother of Rain without giving away the prize. Maizee Hurd is like many women of Appalachia in the 40s. She has a hard life. Her husband is fighting in World War II, and her beloved son Rain is rendered deaf after an illness. Back then, living in the hollers of Appalachia wasn’t easy even under the best circumstances. Karen doesn’t gloss over the hardships. Her voice is authentic, draws you into the Christian Bend community and plunks you down in a rocking chair. Trust me Dear Ones, you must add Mother of Rain to your reading list. In fact, you should order it directly from Mercer University Press by clicking this link.

For those in the Georgia area, meet Ann and Karen in person at the Decatur Book Festival, or catch them as they tour together. Their schedule is listed here.

I hope you will buy all of these books. They are each well written with strong prose and unforgettable characters.

Renea Winchester is the award-winning author of In the Garden with Billy: Lessons About Life, Love & Tomatoes  and Stress-free Marketing: Practical Advice for the Newly Published Author. Her latest release: Farming, Friends & Friend Bologna Sandwiches will be released in 2014. She loves hearing from you. Visit her website at reneawinchester.com or follow her on Twitter at Reneawinchester

 
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Posted by on August 22, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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And the Winner is….

Dear readers and gardening friends,

This week I thought I’d spread a little joy. I asked readers to comment, or subscribe to my post. Those who participated were entered in a drawing for a Botanical Interests gift certificate.

First, thank you all for reading my blog and my book, In the Garden with Billy: Lessons about Life, Love & Tomatoes, which is available on Kindle here and through my website.

I am thrilled to announce that Patty is the winner!

botanicalinterestsPatty, keep an eye out for this lovely gift from me, to you.

And for those who didn’t win. Don’t despair. 2013 will bring another contest, or two, as well as the release of In the Kitchen with Billy: Farming, Fords & Fried Bologna Sandwiches. Merry Christmas to all.

Renea Winchester is an award winning author. In 2012, Make Your Mark Publishing released her book,  Stress-free Marketing Practical Advice for the Newly Published Author available on Kindle and paperback. In the Garden with Billy earned her a SIBA and GAYA nomination. She is currently working on her first novel.

 
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Posted by on December 19, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Lincoln 2012: A Stephen Spielberg Movie

Holding my ticket. I begged them to let me save it for my scrapbook, but alas…the answer was no.

I imagine that Daniel Day-Lewis locked himself into a room filled with history books and stopped reading only to practice walking with an elongated lope after being chosen to play President Abraham Lincoln in Steven Spielberg’s Lincoln. Lewis not only delivers a flawless performance, he is the President during a time when rivers of blood flow upon America’s own soil.

Throughout this movie, Lincoln’s 6 foot 4 frame bends beneath the weight of the obstacles he faces: a Democratic Party firmly against his Emancipation Proclamation, a Republican Party seeking peace, and his wife, Mary Todd Lincoln who is still mourning the death of her son. Madame President, as she reminds Thaddeus Stevens, is an opinionated woman with a keen eye for the backdoor deals and party politics on both sides of the issues facing her husband.

No wonder Madame President is cursed with headaches. She is morning the loss of her son and aware of the stakes facing the nation, her husband, and her own children.

Francis Preston Blair, played by Hal Holbrook, is a force who demands the President’s attention. He wants a peace treaty and is working to bring delegates from the southern confederacy to Washington to meet with the President. An act that should either party discover, would ruin both the possibility of peace and the passage of the Emancipation Proclamation Amendment.

As delegates from the southern confederacy travel to meet the President, Secretary of State William Seward, believing that the Emancipation Proclamation Amendment and peace are both impossible, enlists Robert Latham, WN Bilbo, and Richard Schell on a secret mission to sway Democrats to vote for the President’s Proclamation. Time is fleeting. Spring is coming and with it, the season of war. The trio embarks on this journey. Actors John Hawkes, James Spader, and Tim Blake Nelson deliver the backdoor deals with a comedic value that lighten the mood of the movie.

The President’s son, Robert Todd Lincoln, arrives from his studies and once again lobbies his father to enlist. Madame President fears she will lose all of her son. In an attempt to sway Robert and show him the harsh reality of war, President Lincoln takes him to a military hospital where young Robert resolves to be more than a “nothing.”

Inside chambers, the war between the parties escalates.  After filling the chambers with newspaper reporters, the Democratic Party challenges Alexander Stephens, played by Jackie Earle Haley, to taunt Thaddeus Stevens into saying that all men are equal. Stephens, who believes that the negro is not equal, challenges the usually outspoken, Stevens.  Warning that should the Proclamation pass the negro would demand representation in the House, the right to vote, or could possibly even hold public office. Democrats warned the Proclamation would open the door to women voting as well. Stevens, sensing a trap holds firm to his belief in the law.

With regard to the actual vote on the Amendment, Spielberg leaves little room to argue.  Announcing each vote either for or against the proclamation, moviegoers need only do a little research to confirm the facts. Lincoln not only delivers recounts the facts leading up to the signing of the Emancipation Proclamation, it offers a glimpse into the life of President Abraham Lincoln, and the struggles he faced both personally and politically. The actors in Lincoln deliver a stunning performance.  The storyline leaves viewers wanting to know more about these men who shaped our history.  10 stars for a brilliant must-see movie. This movie is scheduled for release the second week of November, 2012.

Renea Winchester is an award-winning author. Learn more about her work at www.reneawinchester.com

Cast of Characters 

Daniel Day-Lewis                              Abraham Lincoln

Tommy Lee Jones                            Thaddeus Stevens

Sally Field                                          Mary Todd Lincoln

David Strathaim                                Secretary of State William Seward

Hal Holbrook                                      Francis Preston Blair

John Hawkes                                     Robert Latham

James Spader                                    WN Bilbo

Tim Blake Nelson                             Richard Schell

Jackie Earle Haley                             Alexander Stephens

Joseph Gordon-Levitt                     Robert Todd Lincoln

 
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Posted by on October 18, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Representing America: Why We Invited a Foreign Exchange Student Into Our Home

Many factors influenced our family decision to accept a foreign exchange student into our home: the desire to expose our daughter to someone from another country; and the hope of showing the student that Americans are great people.

Apparently, Americans aren’t well liked in France (or in other countries for that matter).

“When I was in high school I spent the summer in France,” my friend, Kelle said when I told her we were opening our home.

“Yeah, but that was when everyone liked American’s,” Gary interjected.

His comments gave me pause, and strengthened my resolve to provide the best darn example of life as an American. For those reading this in other countries, please do not judge all Americans based on what a few “stupid tourists” do, or the decisions politicians make. American’s are hard-working and just like you, trying to do the best we can with what we have.

Being a good example starts at home, literally. With my stepson’s room now empty, I filled the thumb tack holes, sanded the walls, and applied a thick coat of paint, then scrubbed and waxed the floor. Loosing count of the hours spent refurbishing the room, what mattered was providing a warm and cozy environment.

1 Week Before

The week before Lucie’s arrival, Mother Nature spikes a fever. Temperatures climb to 106 degrees. My lawn withers to dust. So much for making a good impression by having a lush green lawn, I return to the bedroom, clean the windows, remove the screens and give them a good scrubbing while making a mental note to clean the front porch. There is still a stack of firewood in the corner, and three bushel of October beans waiting.

I also realize Lucie’s room needs a dresser. I locate a suitable piece of furniture in the basement. There is plenty of time to refinish this, I thought. After lugging the piece onto the front porch and beginning the project, I quickly realize my limitations and drag the piece to the end of the driveway where I tape a FREE sign on the handle. I’ll use something else.

3 Days Before

I have made progress with the October beans. I now have one bushel. Taking the shelled beans upstairs where I lay them flat on the pool table, I instruct Jamie that in “no uncertain terms” should Lucie go upstairs in the “dump everything” zone.

Serious attempt at housecleaning begins.

2 Days Before

The beloved and I are sitting at the kitchen table, a table he built with his own hands years ago. As he runs his fingers across the dull finish, I read his thoughts.

“Go ahead; I know you want to re-finish the table.”

“Where’s the paint stripper?” is his reply.

Leaving him to his project, I work on the living room and realize that I live in the dirtiest house in America. Where did all of these teeny tiny spider webs come from?

1 Day to Go

I receive an email from Lucie. She is traveling from the West Coast of France. Her trip to the US will be a long one. She boards a train, travels for 9 hours, arrives in Paris and then waits for the plane to bring her to America.

I secretly hope we live up to her expectations.

It is on this day that the main heat pump decides to croak. My beloved. Genius. Fixer of all things believes he can repair it. Orders a part then returns to sanding the table (indoors) while I focus on scrubbing my teenager’s bathroom that she insists she has cleaned.

My fifteen-year-old has also cleaned her room. Translation: she has scooped up all of her clothing, dirty-or-not, and deposited it into the laundry room. I tell the 15 year-old to put down her iPod. She can shell beans and listen to music simultaneously.

“Learn to do two things at once!”

I am a bit on the edge.

After appointing her Chief bean-sheller, I brave my office. Quickly, becoming sidetracked by hand-written notes that, at the time of their creation, I knew their importance; I waste a solid hour googling people to figure out who they are and end up tossing most of the notes.

Vacuum the house. Determine that we own the only shedding Labradoodle in the United States of America.

Shave dog…with dull shears. Photo says it all.

Eat dinner in living room on tailgate table we use at the football games. Realize how cool this eating arrangement is and accept that this may be how Lucie eats her first American meal.

11 pm: 1 Day to go

Beloved sands table and applies 2nd layer of varnish.

We are both too excited to sleep.

Day of Arrival

5 am: awake to the sound of beloved sanding table, then the fragrance of varnish.

Secretly haul copious amounts of trash to the church dumpster. Make mental note to increase offering this week.

Wipe down the walls, and wooden baseboard surfaces. More spiders in kitchen. Amazed that they survived the sanding process.

Mop floor. THREE TIMES.

Tie dog to banister. She is excitedly making every step I make, shedding short hair with each step.

Begin waxing wood floor. One glance at the clock is all it takes for me to realize that the rest of the house will NOT be ready. I am very discouraged. I am a bad American who can’t even keep a clean house.

Help 15-year-old daughter assemble scrapbook for Lucie and kindly suggest she actually cleans her room because Lucie may want to sleep in one of the two beds she has.

Begin the “cram and close” cleaning method. Instruct Jamie that Lucie is forbidden from entering the laundry room and shouldn’t open the closet either.

1 Hour Before Plane Lands

Leave for airport disappointed that I did not accomplish everything. Forget GPS unit.

We are all excited. Even though we realize the impossibility of perfection, we want everything to be “perfect” for Lucie. We aren’t a typical American family. We don’t watch a lot of television, hang our clothes out to dry on a line, and grow most of our own food. We sit down every single night to dinner as a family, hold hands and say the blessing.

Lucie Arrives!

We love her! Instantly. From the moment I see her my heart (and eyes) overflow with love. I can’t imagine the emotions she has felt leaving her family and traveling so far just to visit America. What a risk she has taken? I think about the other students, how nervous they must have been. None of these students knew each other. They aren’t from the same area. Their only commonality is their ability to speak the same language. I pray for these students and for the host families. I hope the hosts realize that they represent the United States of America and work as hard as I will to show her what is good about this country.

Once she settled into her new home (for the month of July) Lucie’s first US meal was homemade pizza and made-from-scratch chocolate chip cookies. Gooey, sweet and filled with love.

Welcome to America, Lucie!

 
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