Charlotte Figg Takes Over Paradise (Bright's Pond Series)

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Newly widowed Charlotte Figg purchases a double-wide trailer sight unseen and moves to the Paradise Trailer Park with her dog, Lucky. Unfortunately, neither the trailer nor Paradise are what Charlotte expected. Her trailer is a ramshackle old place in need of major repair, and the people of Paradise are harboring more secrets than Bayer has aspirin. Charlotte’s new friend Rose Tattoo learns that Charlotte played softball and convinces her to rally the women of Paradise into a team. Reluctant at first, Charlotte ...

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Newly widowed Charlotte Figg purchases a double-wide trailer sight unseen and moves to the Paradise Trailer Park with her dog, Lucky. Unfortunately, neither the trailer nor Paradise are what Charlotte expected. Her trailer is a ramshackle old place in need of major repair, and the people of Paradise are harboring more secrets than Bayer has aspirin. Charlotte’s new friend Rose Tattoo learns that Charlotte played softball and convinces her to rally the women of Paradise into a team. Reluctant at first, Charlotte warms to the notion and is soon coaching the Paradise Angels. Meanwhile, Charlotte discovers that the manager of Paradise, Fergus Wrinkel, abuses his wife, Suzy. Charlotte sets out to find a way to save Suzy from Fergus and in the process comes to a difficult realization about her own painful marriage.

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Newly widowed Charlotte Figg buys, sight unseen, a double-wide trailer in Paradise, PA, and moves in with her dog, but neither her new home nor the townspeople are what Charlotte imagined. When she meets Rose, she confesses that she used to play baseball. Soon, her new friend convinces Charlotte to form a team. But trouble arises when Charlotte discovers a prominent figure in town is abusing his wife. VERDICT Magnin's debut, The Prayers of Agnes Sparrow, was named an LJ Best Book of 2009 for its quirky characters and eccentric story line. Fans of that novel will undoubtedly eat up this latest entry for the same reasons. Recommend this also to CF readers who appreciate character-driven stories with plot twists.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426707667
  • Publisher: Abingdon Press
  • Publication date: 9/28/2010
  • Series: Bright's Pond Series
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 851,893
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Joyce Magnin is the author of several books, including The Prayers of Agnes Sparrow, named one of the "Top 5 Best Christian Fiction Books of 2009" by Library Journal. Her short fiction pieces and articles have been published in such magazines as Relief Journal, Parents Express, Sunday Digest, and Highlights for Children. A member of the Greater Philadelphia Christian Writers Fellowship, Joyce is a frequent workshop leader at various writer’s conferences and women’s church groups. She has three children and one grandson, and is mom to a neurotic parakeet who lives with her in Havertown, Pennsylvania.
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First Chapter

Charlotte Figg Takes Over Paradise

A Novel of Bright's Pond
By Joyce Magnin

Abingdon Press

Copyright © 2010 The United Methodist Publishing House
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4267-0766-7


Chapter One

Redemption comes to people in many ways. —Rose Tattoo

Rewriting the rules of Paradise did not come easy. But it did come, and I even managed to have a little fun along the way—fun with a few dollops of sadness, grief, and police activity tossed into the mix.

It all started one icy January morning in 1974 when my husband, Herman, shuffled into the kitchen, sat in his chair, opened the Philadelphia Inquirer with a sharp flick of his wrists, and blustered. It was a horsy kind of sound that emanated from deep within his bowels, rose through his stomach and up into his throat, and came out through his lips.

"World's coming to an end, Charlotte."

The world had been coming to an end for twenty-three of the twenty-six years we had been married. It was right after the price of porterhouse steak climbed to ninety-five cents a pound that Herman had this epiphany.

"Look here, Charlotte." Herman snapped his paper. "You know the end is coming when a man can't afford a good steak without taking out a second mortgage."

"That's nonsense," I said as I refilled his cup. "The world is not coming to an end just because of the price of steak."

But I should have known better than to say anything because Herman began announcing the imminent demise of life on Earth as we know it on a daily basis. That way I was certain no one could say Herman didn't see it coming.

But the only world that ended was his. A massive brain hemorrhage knocked Herman to the floor like a two-hundred-pound sack of russets. I was busy in the powder room at the time and only heard a loud thud.

There wasn't much a fifty-one-year-old, slightly arthritic woman with only a smattering of first-aid skills could do in that situation. So I rested Herman's large and balding head in my lap and wept while I waited for the ambulance. It seemed the right thing to do.

"I didn't actually see Herman fall," I told the driver. "But I heard a loud bang—no—more like a big thud, duller than a bang. I thought at first a hollow tree limb had fallen in the backyard. But ..." I snuffed a tear, "it was Herman."

* * *

Unfortunately, it never occurred to Herman that he would ever actually die. I think Herman always figured he'd be around for the rapture and get taken up into heaven in a blink of an eye. As a result, Herman made no provision for his death that I knew about. I searched high and low for papers, anything that would give me a clue about what I was to do now. I didn't even know where to bury him, let alone how to pay for it.

So after they took his body to the Gideon Funeral Home, I sat on the sofa and sobbed like a lost child for almost two hours until I decided I had no choice but to figure out what to do next. I rooted through drawers and boxes hoping to find an answer. At about nine o'clock that night I discovered a wrinkled life insurance policy with the Fuller Brush Company tucked away in the bottom of his samples bag. Herman was a Fuller Brush salesman, so I suppose it was the most reasonable place for him to keep the document. I doubt he ever read it. This had been the first time I ever went through his beloved samples bag. I felt a little criminal. He protected it like it held nuclear secrets.

At least his funeral would be paid for and there would even be some cash left over for me to live on. I didn't have a career, not like Herman. He loved selling his wares door-to-door, and he was pretty good at it. I think it made him sad and even angry sometimes that I did not share his enthusiasm for brushes and cleaning supplies, although I did like to keep a clean house and bake pie. It was the one thing I was good at, and maybe if the Fuller Brush Company came out with a line of pie tins I might have been more enthusiastic.

The day after I found the policy I called that nice James Deeter at the Combined Insurance Company. James was a dear. He came over early the next morning and held my hand and served me coffee and walked me through the final arrangements. I thought that I would have liked it if I had a son like James.

He even drove me down to Gideon's so I could pick out a casket. Did you know that funeral homes have a casket showroom? I didn't. And I'm not too proud to admit that I felt a little woozy when I went inside and saw all the models. I counted fifteen different coffins and thought Herman might have been able to sell the Gideon's a boatload of lemon oil to keep those caskets gleaming the way they did.

After that chore was finished and James headed back to the insurance office, I set out to find a reverend or pastor, someone who could give Herman a proper burial. I did not want Frank Gideon to drop him in a hole without some sort of service.

I opened the yellow pages and found the number for Maple Tree Church of Faith—the church I attended as a child and into my teen years until I finally had my fill of people who said one thing on Sunday and lived another the rest of the week.

Pastor Herkmeier agreed to bury Herman. Of course, he wasn't the pastor when I attended Maple Tree. That was eons ago, and I was certain that Pastor Virgil had long since retired or died. I took the bus to see Reverend Herkmeier after taking one of Herman's suits to the funeral home—he had six gray suits, exactly alike. He only wore white shirts (long sleeve in winter, short in summer) and skinny striped ties. I wondered if I should bring undershorts. I did just in case, a freshly bleached pair.

The church stood right where it always had, down a country road and tucked away off the street in a clearing near some woods. But it was still only about a two-block walk from the bus stop. I didn't drive much. No need to really. We only had one car and Herman needed it for sales calls. He drove me pretty much everywhere I needed to go, and when he couldn't, SEPTA, the Southeast Public Transportation Authority, was happy to oblige. Riding the bus was always an adventure. You just never knew who you were going to meet or what you would see. One time I witnessed an actual purse-snatching as we drove past the Italian Market. The driver radioed the incident in, and everyone on the bus rushed to the driver's side for a better look. By then the perpetrator had bolted down Arch Street clutching the old woman's bag like a football.

Generally, the passengers on board were cordial. If there wasn't a seat, I could always count on a nice young gentleman to offer me his. It made me feel special.

Maple Tree Church was a pretty little chapel with bright red doors and a tall white steeple with a lightning rod that stood just a little taller than the trees. Seemed strange to me that God would need a lightning rod. Imagine that, zapping your own house. Of course, the building showed its age. Ivy or lichen or some such parasite greened-up the otherwise gray and silvery stone walls.

After my two-block walk from the bus stop, I took a deep breath and went inside where a young woman in a tight, blue sweater greeted me. "Can I help you?"

"My name is Charlotte Figg. I'm here to see Pastor Herkmeier."

She looked at me over the top of her pointy glasses. "Go right in. He's expecting you." The woman sat about two feet from her desk, I supposed, in order to accommodate her extra large breasts that otherwise would have continually knocked her coffee cup over.

I hesitated at the office door until Reverend Herkmeier, who stood behind a large oak desk strewn with books and papers, invited me inside.

"Mrs. Figg. Come in, come in." His voice sounded like crushed velvet. "I am indeed sorry for your loss."

He indicated a leather chair—the kind with brass buttons all around. I sat and locked my ankles around the feet of the chair just in case the temptation to run struck me. The pastor, a tall, Lincolnesque man with a ski-slope nose and a high forehead that reached clear back to his ears, twiddled his thumbs on top of the desk. I made a mental note. Twiddlers, in my opinion, were the nervous sort and not to be trusted.

I imagined him in a Roman toga and wearing an ivy wreath around his bald spot. The vision relaxed me enough to speak. That was a trick I learned from my mother. She always imagined people in "alternate capacities" as she called it. She said, "Charlotte, some folks just can't be taken for who they say they are. You have to imagine their true selves and go with that." Which is why she said she always imagined my father in a tweed jacket with elbow patches. Daddy owned his own plumbing and heating company, but he wanted to write stories and live like Ernest Hemingway.

"Thank you for doing this, Pastor," I said.

"Of course, of course, Mrs. Figg." He twiddled with a tad more gusto. "I suppose the standard funeral service would be sufficient. Or did you have something special in mind?"

Special. The word stung like a mosquito. I think I might have even swatted it away with the back of my hand. There was nothing special about Herman's life, so why make his funeral into something extraordinary? Humdrum summed his life up best. Perhaps that was why Herman blustered every morning.

"No, no thank you, nothing special."

"That's fine. I can meet you at the funeral home—Gideon's, correct?—at ten o'clock on Thursday. Is that time enough to make arrangements and gather family and friends?"

I chewed my left index fingernail, still ruminating on what was special about Herman. "Unless you think it would be all right to bury him with his samples bag," I said. "I mean, Herman loved that bag. The feel of it, the smell. Kept it right near the bedside every single night. It was like his best friend." I scratched an itch above my right eye. "I think he liked that bag more than me," I whispered.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Figg. Did you say something?"

"Oh, no, no—but about that samples bag."

"Just be sure to bring it to the funeral home," Pastor Herkmeier said. "I'm certain they'll accommodate you. Frank Gideon is a good man. I once buried a woman with her cocker spaniel. They died on the same day. Can you believe that? I mean, what are the odds of—"

I coughed.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Figg. Now, how about music? My wife, Lucinda, will be pleased to play the piano during the viewing time. She plays a lovely rendition of 'In the Garden.' She can sing it also, if you like."

I nodded. The viewing. Odd the things you don't think about when planning a funeral until you have to. Imagine that, people filing past Herman's dead body. When everything was planned, I thanked the pastor, waited for the bus, and rode home. I did all this without shedding a single tear.

But I will admit that walking into my house that afternoon was one of the most difficult things I have ever done. I stood on the stoop in the freezing air for half a minute or so before opening the front door. Maybe it was just a dream. But no.

Herman was gone, yet the house still smelled like him—a mixture of Old Spice, lemon oil, and cedar spray. I could feel his presence everywhere, especially when I stubbed my toe for the gazillionth time on his oversized La-Z-Boy recliner in the living room. It was pointed right straight toward the Magnavox TV. I had never sat in the chair—not once.

I flopped on the sofa, and the first tear of the day rolled down my cheek and splashed on my knee. "Now, why are you crying, Charlotte Figg? Tears are not going to bring Herman back." But reprimanding myself didn't make the tears stop or help me make sense of this. So there I sat in my hat and heavy coat—the one with the fuzzy collar—and cried like a baby. "Herman, you idiot. Now what am I going to do?"

The phone rang and startled the bejeebers out of me.

"Hello," I said with my palm on my thumping chest.

"Charlotte? What's the matter with you?"

"Mother," I said.

"I've been trying to reach you for hours. Where in the heck were you? I know something is wrong, Charlotte. Did that Herman finally haul off and hit you? I knew this day was coming. I knew—"

"Mother," I said with as much force as I could muster. "I have to tell you something."

I could hear her nervous breathing. "I knew it. I just knew it," she said. "And you know about my feelings, Charlotte."

I did. My mother had a feeling that JFK would be assassinated, and to this day she feels guilty for not informing the Secret Service? Right then, she made a solemn vow she would never let another feeling go by without informing the proper governmental agency or individual.

"Mother. Herman is dead."

"What? When? Oh, dear me, Charlotte did you finally lose your mind and—"

"Mother. Don't be ridiculous."

"It's a valid question, Charlotte. Now tell me what happened."

I told her the story and waited for the reply I knew would come. My mother, Lillian DeSalle, now seventy-two and living at the Cocoa Reef Retirement Village in Tampa Bay, Florida, never liked Herman.

"Well, Charlotte. I am sorry, now. I truly am. But—"

"Mother. Please don't. Not today."

"When's the funeral? Did you use Gideon? They took good care of your father, God rest his soul."

In my mind, I could see her look to the heavens, pick up his framed image, now enshrined on the telephone table next to a perpetual electric candle and a bouquet of plastic roses, and kiss his nose.

"Yes, Mother. I went to Gideon, and Pastor Herkmeier from our old church is going to do the service."

"Herkmeier? Who is Herkmeier? What happened to Pastor Virgil?"

"He's dead."

"I'll be on the next plane, Charlotte. Don't bother coming to the airport; I know you can't drive—"

"I can too drive. I just—"

"Never mind that. I'll taxi out to your house."

I hung up the phone, oddly comforted that the one and only Lillian DeSalle was coming to visit.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Charlotte Figg Takes Over Paradise by Joyce Magnin Copyright © 2010 by The United Methodist Publishing House. Excerpted by permission of Abingdon Press. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted September 26, 2011

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    A Fun Read!

    This book had me laughing from the first page. Loved all of the characters. God takes a front seat in this one, yet not a preachy book.

    11 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 10, 2010

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    Taking over Paradise

    What a hilarious yet heart-wrenching story! Charlotte Figg saw a real estate ad for a lovely double wide trailer situated in the Paradise Trailer Park, and she just had to have it! Her husband had just died, and she was eager to start a new and happier life, and Paradise sounded like just the place to start over. However, when she arrived in Paradise, she was devastated. She had been duped. The trailer that she now owned was a run-down piece of junk, with a couple of raccoons as it's current inhabitants. Turmoil about whether to run for the hills or try to make it livable was her first decision to make, and she chose to stick it out. Charlotte's new neighbors in Paradise are the most unlikely bunch of people you could ever imagine. There is Rose, the tattoo lady; Asa, the one-armed maintenance man; Ginger, the midget; Suzy, the victim of domestic violence; Hazel, the eccentric yet secretly wealthy owner of hundreds of hats and a few cats; and the list goes on and on. Even Charlotte has issues from her past that she needs to deal with in order to find her own healing. Each of the inhabitants in Paradise has their own story, some with a painful past and some with current secrets. Charlotte's influence (her scrumptious pies, her trailer renovations, her softball team, and her big heart) changes the neighborhood forever. I highly recommend this book ... it will make you laugh out loud many times, but it might also bring some tears as the lovable characters in this book share their hearts and their lives with each other.

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 3, 2011

    Not what I expected. In a good way.

    Good writing,well developed characters,and great attention to detail. I can totally picture the trailer park, the field, the wacky inhabitants. This story delves deeper than I thought it would. I find myself on the edge of my seat as things happen to Charlotte hoping things turn out good for her. She definitely has some obstacles to overcome and seems to still be figuring that our for herself. Haven't quite finished it yet. But highly recommend if you enjoy getting involved.

    7 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2012

    Wonderful, cozy, charming story!

    You will ejoy this book if you liked Fried Green Tomatoes. It was quirky and cute. I fell in love with the characters. I laughted out loud many times. Its a very easy read. I really recommend it.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2012

    Lovely story

    Wonderful story, no lovey dovy, just happy normal life stuff that happens to us all. Life throws her a lemon and she makes lemonade.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2012

    Anexcellent An exceiient read

    A very good book. Well written and holds your interest from beginning to end. Very deserving of five stars. The entire story was told without the use of vulgar or suggestive language which tofay seems to be a glowing accomplishment!!!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2012

    Well done

    This book is both humorous and well written and encourages the reader to look past peoples outer shells to the quality of character on the inside.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2012

    Fun story!

    Really delightful story. I want to read more from this author!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 27, 2012

    Joyce Magnin Hits Another Home Run!

    After the death of her husband, Charlotte Figg sells her house, buys a trailer sight unseen, and begins a new chapter in her life. Just like "The Prayers of Agnes Sparrow," this second book in the Bright's Pond series, draws you in with another amazing collection of eccentric and sassy characters. The dialogue between the residents of the Paradise Trailer Park will have you literally laughing out loud! Their catchy phrases and sayings are worth remembering and repeating. This heartwarming tale may also bring a tear to your eye as Charlotte, who strives to help a neighbor who is a victim of spousal abuse, realizes she herself needs to deal with secrets from her own past. This book teaches us that those whom we are quick to dismiss, mock, and label as a motley crew of misfits, are sometimes just the right mix that God needs to perform miraculous wonders!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2012

    this was good

    Very funny characters, very readable, love the Christian perspective and it has a very good plot and pace!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2013

    Funny

    Clean, funny

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 2, 2013

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    Enjoyable and funny! I really enjoyed this book. It¿s fun, h

    Enjoyable and funny!




    I really enjoyed this book. It’s fun, humorous and touching. The story had me thinking and relating to things in personal life as well. The characters were down to earth, common and very believable. A feel good story that reminds me that God is always in control.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2013

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    I loved this book. Great story and so down to earth.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2013

    Read this book..

    Well written! story is kind of fun & sad at the same time. Depicts people like we all know!
    A Relaxing time spent reading this book! Will look for more

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2012

    Fun quick read!

    Great use of descriptives for your characters!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2012

    Uplifting

    For free i really enjoyed this book. Good clean read! Made me wanna bake pies :) would definitely recommend this book.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012

    Really cute

    Loved this book. Was a fun read!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2012

    Highly love this book

    It was a really good book to read, i could not put it down.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2012

    misslady

    This is a book that i could read more than one time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2013

    You will like it

    Funny and you wanted to go live there. Just what everyone wants to do

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