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The Homeplace
     

The Homeplace

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by Gilbert Morris
 

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Lanie took out her journal and dated it April 12, 1928. She started the habit of writing down everything that happened to her when she was no more than eight years old, and now she had six journals completely full. She thought about the prize at school, almost prayed to win, but somehow she could not. “God,” she finally said, “I’ll do my

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Lanie took out her journal and dated it April 12, 1928. She started the habit of writing down everything that happened to her when she was no more than eight years old, and now she had six journals completely full. She thought about the prize at school, almost prayed to win, but somehow she could not. “God,” she finally said, “I’ll do my best, and if you’ll help me, that’s all I ask.” Fourteen-year-old Lanie Belle Freeman of Fairhope, Arkansas, has high hopes for her future. Happy on the five-acre family homeplace, she dreams of going to college and becoming a writer. And with her father launching a new business and her mother expecting the fifth baby, the bright days of an early Southern spring seem to herald expansive new beginnings for the Freeman family. But her mother isn’t as strong as she should be, and it’s going to take time for the business to pay back the mortgage. When unexpected tragedy strikes, it is left to Lanie to keep the family together and hold on to their home. In a world shaken by the Great Depression, it is faith in God and love in a tightly knit family that will help Lanie and her siblings overcome the odds and create a future that promises the fulfillment of love. The Homeplace offers a warmhearted and inspiring saga of a courageous young woman who holds her family together through the Depression era.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780310318071
Publisher:
Zondervan
Publication date:
05/26/2009
Series:
Singing River Series , #1
Sold by:
Zondervan Publishing
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
336
Sales rank:
229,831
File size:
1000 KB
Age Range:
18 Years

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The Homeplace


By Gilbert Morris

Zondervan

Copyright © 2005 Gilbert Morris
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-310-25232-6


Chapter One

A wedge of pale sunlight slanted through the window to Lanie's left, touching her auburn hair and bringing out a slight golden tint. She bent over the Warm Morning cookstove, opened the firebox, then with quick, economical movements removed the gray ashes with a small shovel, dumping them into a five-gallon can. She reached down into an old apple crate filled with what her dad called "rich pine"-fragments of pine knots so soaked with sap that when lit with a match they would burn like a torch.

Piling several knots onto the grate of the firebox, Lanie took a kitchen match from a box that rested on a shelf and struck the match on the rough strip on the side. She leaned down and held the flame against the wood until the rich pine caught. Quickly she pulled small pieces of pine kindling from a box and put them on top of the blaze. She crisscrossed three smaller sticks of white oak firewood, arranging them expertly so that a draft was formed, causing them to burn evenly. She shut the firebox door and opened the draft on the stovepipe, then paused, listening to the crackle of the flames and the rush of air up the chimney. Satisfied, she turned the knob for the damper partway to slow down the fire.

Lanie Belle Freeman paused, listening to the fire. She tucked a rebellious curl from her forehead behind her ear. At fourteen, Lanie had reached that stage when adolescence gives way to young womanhood. She was thoughtful in most things-cautious and sometimes slow to decide, but moved quickly once she made up her mind. Her faded green dress with a white-flower print revealed the curves of an emerging woman. Her arms suggested a strength unusual for one her age. Sunlight highlighted the curves of her cheeks. Her eyes were large and gray with a hint of green. They were well-shaped, widely spaced, and contemplative, but at times could flash with temper. Her lips were full and expressive, and when she smiled, a dimple appeared on her right cheek.

She moved to a tall wooden kitchen cabinet with a gray-speckled porcelain countertop and pulled open the flour bin. "Plenty of flour," she murmured. A thought came to her and she picked up a Big Chief notebook on the counter and crossed to a table set against the far wall just beside the icebox. As she picked up a pen and sat down at the table in a cane-bottomed chair, a smile turned up the corners of her mouth. Opening the book to a blank page, she began to write. Her handwriting was smooth, even, and neatly executed:

April the 12th, 1928 Lanie Belle Freeman 600 Jefferson Davis Avenue Fairhope Stone County Arkansas America North America Earth Solar System Milky Way Galaxy

Lanie studied what she had put down. A quizzical look touched her eyes and she smiled. "There's just one more place to go after that, I reckon." At the bottom of the list she added "Universe," then studied what she had written.

She smiled, then laughed out loud. "Now I reckon I know right where I am."

Closing the book abruptly, she pushed it to the back of the table and put the pen beside it. Suddenly she took a deep breath. "Ice!" she said. Whirling, she walked to the oak icebox and opened the ice compartment. All that was left was a small lump of ice. She shut the door and bent down to check the drip pan. It was almost full. She dashed out of the kitchen and down the long hall that led to the front porch, then turned right into the living room. She caught a glimpse of her brother Cody working with something in the middle of the floor, but ignored him. Going to the window, she reached up on the wall and pulled down a foot-square card that was marked on different sides in large black numbers: "25," "50," "75," and "100." She put the card in the window with the "100" upright to let the iceman know the size ice block she needed.

"Cody," Lanie said, turning to the boy, "go empty the drip pan from under the icebox."

"Aw, shoot, I'm busy, Lanie. You do it."

Cody Freeman did not even look up. He had a screwdriver in one hand and was assembling some sort of apparatus. At the age of eleven he spent most of his waking hours inventing things. Few ever worked, but he had unshakable confidence that someday he would be another Edison.

"You heard what I said, Cody. Now leave that thing alone. You can come back after you empty the drip pan."

Cody grumbled, but got to his feet. He had the same auburn hair and gray-green eyes as Lanie, and there was a liveliness about him. He hurried down the hall, and by the time Lanie got to the kitchen, he had dragged out the drip pan and succeeded in spilling a widening pool of water on the floor.

"You're making a mess, Cody!"

"Well, dang it, I can't help it if the dumb ol' thing's full!"

"If you'd empty it when you're supposed to, it wouldn't get full. Now get it out of here."

"I'm gonna invent something that'll drain this dadgummed ol' icebox so nobody'll have to carry the dumb water out!"

"Well, until you do, just take it out-and stop calling everything dumb." Lanie held the screen door open for Cody, who walked out with the pan, leaving a trail of water behind him. After checking the firebox, Lanie nodded with satisfaction. The rich pine had caught, and the fire was blazing. Straightening, she turned the damper down a little more to lessen the air intake. She had become an expert in building fires in the wood stove and rather liked it.

Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was almost three. She went to her parents' bedroom, where her mother was sitting in a rocker beside an open window, crocheting.

Elizabeth Ann Freeman was thirty-six. Her body was swollen with the child she was expecting, but she had retained much of her early beauty. Her children received most of their looks from her, especially the auburn hair and gray eyes. She had a beautifully shaped face with a short English nose and a slight cleft in her chin.

"Mama, I need to know how to fix fried pies."

She looked up at her daughter. "Fried pies? Don't you know how to do that?"

"I've watched you, Mama, but I never learned how."

"Well, set down here, and I'll tell you."

Lanie sat down on the bed and listened intently as her mother explained the process. She did not write anything down, for she had a phenomenal memory. Lanie noticed how tired her mother looked. Having this baby would be difficult, Lanie knew, for her mother had not borne a child for eleven years. There was a strain about her eyes, and Dr. Givens had left medicine for her. He had also left instructions that Elizabeth was to do no physical work, but should stay in bed as much as possible. Lanie had taken over the housework, with her siblings doing what they could.

"Well, that doesn't sound hard, Mama. I can do it."

Elizabeth smiled. "I know you can, honey. Now tell me about the contest at school. How are you doing?"

Lanie shrugged and made a face. "Oh, I don't know. I'm doing the best I can, but it's gonna be real hard. There are lots of smart kids."

The William McKinley High School had launched a contest to reward the students with the best grades. There were other criteria, too, but grades would count most heavily. The winner in each class would receive a hundred dollars. The grand prize for the overall school winner was two hundred dollars and a silver cup, just like the athletic teams received. Being only a freshman, Lanie did not expect to win the big prize, but her grades had been outstanding in elementary school, and her mother encouraged her to throw herself into the work.

Lanie felt insecure about her abilities. "I might have a chance to win the freshman award, but Roger Langley will win the grand prize." Roger Langley was the son of Otis Langley, the richest man in Fairhope. He was also the idol of every girl in high school-tall, fine-looking, and as good an athlete as he was a student. "I ... I don't think I can do it, Mama."

"Of course you can! You can do anything you want to, Lanie."

A flush touched Lanie's cheeks. "I can if you help me, Mama." She laughed. "It helps to have a schoolteacher for a mother."

"I haven't taught in a long time, but you and I can do it together."

"I'll do the best I can, Mama. Now I'm going to make Daddy's favorite supper-fried chicken, thickening gravy, fried okra, and fried fruit pies."

"He'll love it!"

Lanie went back to the kitchen and glanced at the clock. She turned on the radio, which was on the table beside the icebox. Her favorite program, Lum & Abner, was about to start, and she was pleased to hear the announcer say, "Well, let's see what's going on down in Pine Ridge ..."

She moved to the cabinet with its porcelain counter and began making the pies. She scooped flour into a bowl, poured salt into her hand and dumped it in, added lard, then mixed everything with her fingers, working the flour into the lard. She added water, working the dough until it formed a soft ball. She rolled out the dough on the counter and used a saucer to cut circles. Quickly she put fruit on one side of each circle. She dipped her fingers in water and wet the edges of the dough. Then she folded the dough in half and crimped the edges together with a fork to seal them.

Lanie used both hands to lift the heavy cast-iron skillet onto the stove. After a few minutes, she heated the grease in the skillet and, using a spatula, carefully put two of the pies in the pan. She watched them fry, peeking under the edge until the crust was brown. Then she carefully turned them over. When they were done, she put the fried pies onto cloth towels made from flour sacks to drain the grease.

She worked quickly and efficiently, frying the rest of the pies, and had just put the last batch into the warming compartment when she heard Beau begin to bark. "That must be Reverend Jones."

She heard footsteps on the porch and went to open the door. "Hello, Reverend."

"Howdy, Miss Lanie. One hundred pounds?" Reverend Jones was a large black man. He had a hundred-pound block of ice on his back, which he held there with a pair of large tongs. His leather cape kept his back dry.

"That's right." Lanie smiled and opened the icebox while Reverend Jones chipped the large block into pieces that would fit inside the metal-lined compartment. He shut the door and smiled at Lanie. "That ought to last you folks a day or two."

"If you've got time, Reverend, I made apple pie yesterday, and I've got some tea."

(Continues...)



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Meet the Author

Gilbert Morris is one of today’s best-known Christian novelists, specializing in historical fiction. His best-selling works include Edge of Honor (winner of a Christy Award in 2001), Jacob’s Way, The Spider Catcher, the House of Winslow series, the Appomattox series, and The Wakefield Saga. He lives in Gulf Shores, Alabama with his wife, Johnnie.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a really good book! About a group of siblings who there mother dies and there dad might be put in jail! This is duuring the great depression! I liked the ending to! It didn't leave u hanging! A wonderful book!!!!
meg1962 More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put this book down! It is the start of the depression and this family goes through so many trials and tribulations. If you are a fan of christian fiction, then this series is for you. After reading this book, I had to buy the other three. Give it a try.
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