I'm updating this post on February 27, 2012.
My historical fiction novel, The Journey, is followed by The Winds of September, the first of a four book series that is set in the 1800's, and tell a continous story of two Christian families who worked and fought to survive and raise a family in a wilderness. My second in this Winds series, The Winds of Time, is now published and ready for purchasing. For a signed copy, send $23.00 to:
Frances Bennett
1359 Hwy. 3121
Spearsville, La 7127
Order from the ecommerce page:
http://www.bookstandpublishing.com/book_details/The_Winds_of_September
http://www.bookstandpublishing.com/book_details/The_Winds_of_Time
Also on Amazon with The Journey.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Friday, December 11, 2009
Correct Email address.
My email address on the link to Bookstand Publishing, fbennett@bayou.com cannot be changed yet and is incorrect. Email me at: francesbennett7@gmail.com. Thanks.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
The Winds of September
Frances Bennett will speak about her new book, The Winds of September, for the Entre Nos book club of Farmerville, Louisiana on August 14,2009. Read below the book cover description. Order from Bookstand Publishing or Frances Bennett, 1359 Hwy. 3121, Spearsville, Louisiana 71277. Send a check or money order in the amount of $23.00
A heart-felt work of pioneer storytelling, The Winds of September begins midsummer, 1869, when Jim and Judith Hodge decide they finally have enough savings to take their three children and leave the shipyards of Boston to head for Texas and fulfill their dream to homestead. Living in a sod house for three years and being terrified that rattlers would crawl inside to escape the prairie heat is more than Judith bargained for. When Jim realizes how miserable she is, he sells the cows and they leave for an Appalachian Valley in Tennessee where his two brothers have settled.
They cross the Mississippi at Vicksburg, and join a small wagon train going into Tennessee. Jacob and Dorothy Hill are part of this wagon train and decide to settle close to Jim and Judith. Through the pages of The Winds of September, the reader is there as these families carve a living from the wilderness. They love, laugh, and cry as they live among wild animals and face each day determined to survive and bring civilization to their valley.
A heart-felt work of pioneer storytelling, The Winds of September begins midsummer, 1869, when Jim and Judith Hodge decide they finally have enough savings to take their three children and leave the shipyards of Boston to head for Texas and fulfill their dream to homestead. Living in a sod house for three years and being terrified that rattlers would crawl inside to escape the prairie heat is more than Judith bargained for. When Jim realizes how miserable she is, he sells the cows and they leave for an Appalachian Valley in Tennessee where his two brothers have settled.
They cross the Mississippi at Vicksburg, and join a small wagon train going into Tennessee. Jacob and Dorothy Hill are part of this wagon train and decide to settle close to Jim and Judith. Through the pages of The Winds of September, the reader is there as these families carve a living from the wilderness. They love, laugh, and cry as they live among wild animals and face each day determined to survive and bring civilization to their valley.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Excerpt from The Winds of September
The garden thrived and string beans hung in clusters. As usual, Judith cooked an early breakfast, and was in the garden by daybreak. A faint tinge of pink colored the eastern sky and promised a sunny day. Judith looked forward to some quiet time with herself. She leaned her shotgun against a post and settled down to pick. It wasn’t long before the empty thump of the bucket turned to a soft muffled sound. Judith moved down the row, engrossed in her work and the sound of doves calling from the mountains. She heard a twig snap and looked up to see two wolves watching her. My gun, she thought. How could I be so careless? Judith saw movement among the string bean vines and out walked four little wolf pups. One of them waddled up and sniffed her dress. Judith froze, afraid to touch it until the mother wolf stretched out on her belly with her head resting between her
front paws. The male wolf wagged his tail from side to side, and Judith saw the silver tip. She slowly reached down and rubbed the tiny head. Cassie slammed the front door, headed for the garden. Judith softly called to her. “Walk very slow, Cassie. I want you to see this.” Cassie eased up and stood beside Judith. The little wolf smelled Cassie’s bare feet, then raised his head and tried to howl. Judith and Cassie shook with laughter.
front paws. The male wolf wagged his tail from side to side, and Judith saw the silver tip. She slowly reached down and rubbed the tiny head. Cassie slammed the front door, headed for the garden. Judith softly called to her. “Walk very slow, Cassie. I want you to see this.” Cassie eased up and stood beside Judith. The little wolf smelled Cassie’s bare feet, then raised his head and tried to howl. Judith and Cassie shook with laughter.
Monday, June 8, 2009
http://www.bookstandpublishing.com/book_details/The_Winds_of_September
The Winds of September, a pioneering book set in 1869, is now live on the Bookstand Publishing website. You can view my e-commerce page at this address: http://www.bookstandpublishing.com/book_details/The_Winds_of_September. Or contact me for ordering a signed copy at: Frances Bennett, 1359 Hwy. 3121, Spearsville, Louisiana 71277. $23.00 includes shipping, well, almost. I'll pay the balance.
Thanks.
Thanks.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Excerpt from The Winds of September
Mail came to the valley twice a week on the freight wagon. Mary Burns walked over to Dr. Thomas’s and handed a letter to him. “I thought this might be important,” she said.
“Thanks, Mary,” he told her as she left. He saw it was from Fulton Laboratory in Memphis. A puzzled look crossed his face as he opened the letter. After reading it, he collapsed in his desk chair and called Greta. She entered the room and saw that he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together. He pointed to the letter, and Greta silently read:
March 10, 1881
Dear Doctor Thomas:
I regret to inform you that our lab sent the wrong diagnosis for Judith Hodge. The bronchitis report was for a Justin Hodge. It is understandable how this could have happened, but we do acknowledge our negligence in this matter. We understand this puts a great burden on you to inform her of the tuberculosis. It seems to be in the early stages, and we advise that Mrs. Hodge travel to Memphis and stay at one of the treatment cottages. The home we recommend is located at 1165 Shelby Avenue. Their success rate is over 50%. There she will get the rest required, and will have access to a vaccine that will be available shortly. If all goes well, Mrs. Hodge should be there approximately a year.
I remain respectfully yours,
John Fulton
Fulton Laboratory
Greta looked up and whispered, “Glen, how will you ever tell her?”
“Thanks, Mary,” he told her as she left. He saw it was from Fulton Laboratory in Memphis. A puzzled look crossed his face as he opened the letter. After reading it, he collapsed in his desk chair and called Greta. She entered the room and saw that he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together. He pointed to the letter, and Greta silently read:
March 10, 1881
Dear Doctor Thomas:
I regret to inform you that our lab sent the wrong diagnosis for Judith Hodge. The bronchitis report was for a Justin Hodge. It is understandable how this could have happened, but we do acknowledge our negligence in this matter. We understand this puts a great burden on you to inform her of the tuberculosis. It seems to be in the early stages, and we advise that Mrs. Hodge travel to Memphis and stay at one of the treatment cottages. The home we recommend is located at 1165 Shelby Avenue. Their success rate is over 50%. There she will get the rest required, and will have access to a vaccine that will be available shortly. If all goes well, Mrs. Hodge should be there approximately a year.
I remain respectfully yours,
John Fulton
Fulton Laboratory
Greta looked up and whispered, “Glen, how will you ever tell her?”
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