Leaving Lancaster

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Can a splintered Amish family reconcile? More than anything else, thirty-something Holly Fisher longs for family. Growing up in Seattle without a dad or grandparents, she wonders what it would be like to have a heritage, a place of belonging. Holly is furious when her mother, Esther, reveals a long-kept secret: Holly’s grandmother and uncles are still alive and begging Esther to return. And Holly is shocked when she learns that the family she’s never known lives on a Lancaster, Pennsylvania, farm—as part of ...
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Can a splintered Amish family reconcile? More than anything else, thirty-something Holly Fisher longs for family. Growing up in Seattle without a dad or grandparents, she wonders what it would be like to have a heritage, a place of belonging. Holly is furious when her mother, Esther, reveals a long-kept secret: Holly’s grandmother and uncles are still alive and begging Esther to return. And Holly is shocked when she learns that the family she’s never known lives on a Lancaster, Pennsylvania, farm—as part of an Amish community her mother once abandoned.Guilt-ridden Esther, terrified to see her mother and siblings, begs Holly to accompany her on a visit to Esther’s mother before she dies. But can their journey to a conflicting world heal their emotional wounds and finally bring them home?Set in the heart of contemporary Lancaster County, Leaving Lancaster explores the power of forgiveness, family reconciliation, and love where least expected.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780781405089
  • Publisher: Cook, David C.
  • Publication date: 3/1/2012
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 524,472
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Kate Lloyd is a novelist, a mother of two sons, and a passionate observer of human relationships. A native of Baltimore, Kate spends time with family and friends in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, the inspiration for Leaving Lancaster. She is also a member of the Lancaster County Historical Society. Kate and her husband, Noel, live in the Pacific Northwest, the setting for Kate's first novel, A Portrait of Marguerite. Kate studied painting and sculpture in college and has worked a variety of jobs, including car salesman and restaurateur. Find out more about Kate on Facebook or at www.katelloyd.net.

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Leaving Lancaster

A NOVEL


By Kate Lloyd

David C. Cook

Copyright © 2012 Kate Lloyd
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7814-0508-9



CHAPTER 1

"Holly Samantha Fisher," Mom called from down in the shop. "Come talk to me."

When she summoned me by my whole name, it spelled trouble, so I grabbed my half-empty coffee mug and trotted down to the first floor like a good little girl, when in truth I was thirty-seven years old.

Clad in my bathrobe over pj's, my feet snuggled in suede moccasins, I stepped across the wooden floor into my mother's pride and joy, the Amish Shoppe. I found her in the living room—used as a showroom—on the easy chair, her knitting basket and handbag at her feet.

"Hey," I said. "Where've you been? When I got up, the house was empty."

"On an errand." She wore a charcoal-colored cardigan over a matching calf-length skirt that didn't flatter her figure. Three inches taller than me, she was plumpish in all the right places.

I perched on the straight-back bench near the gas fireplace and glanced out the front window to the buggy—minus the horse—glistening on the porch from a recent shower. Mom's customers' kids loved playing in the covered box- shaped carriage pulled by a make-believe spirited mare, as I had many times as a girl. If I closed my eyes, I could still imagine the clip-clopping sound.

The clock on the mantel chimed eight times. "I'd better get showered," I said, wishing I could tunnel back into bed. "I need to be out the door in thirty minutes."

Mom let out a breathy sigh. "First, we need to talk."

I didn't bite into her dangling carrot like I usually did, but let the words drift around the showroom. Every square inch of the house's first floor, except the kitchen, was crammed with handmade Amish products from Indiana and Ohio, all for sale: chairs and tables displaying jars of jams, apple butter, the best pickled beets, and chowchow. The walls were adorned with men's straw hats and women's bonnets of the plainest sort, aprons, and several patchwork quilts Mom had sewn herself.

The scent of baking raisins and molasses beckoned me to the kitchen. "Something smells yummy. You cooking bran muffins?"

"Yes, but they're not done."

I held up my mug. "I'll get us coffee."

"Hold still, girl of mine." Mom's mousy hair, graying at the temples, was tucked into its usual bun, but flyaway strands wisped loosely around her ears. "I need to tell you—I've got big trouble."

"To do with money?" I felt a throb at the bottom of my throat. "I apologize, I haven't chipped in enough on groceries and owe you three months' rent." Last year, I'd given up my apartment and was now camping out in my childhood room. "If only the stock market would turn around and our clients flock back." I felt like a botched NASA rocket launch, toppled on its side. Five, four, three, two, one—"I've been putting off telling you. Last week my boss gave me notice."

"I'm so very sorry, dear heart."

"After all the work I've put into building a new career, I could scream."

Her lips clamped together like clothespins. She looked pale. Washed out.

"Mom, did I miss something? You're in some kind of trouble?" My spine straightened. "Are you going out of business? Is the bank repossessing the house?"

"I wish it were that simple." Her hand wrapped the back of her neck. "There's an illness in the family."

"What family?" Then it hit me; she was describing herself. "Are you all right? Please tell me it's not cancer."

"My health is perfect."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, darling."

"Is it Aunt Dori?" I was referring to Dorothy Mowan. Mom's best friend and her husband, Jim, were the closest we had to family.

Mom picked up her knitting needles and struggled with the olive-green yarn that echoed her eyes. "No, someone else. A blood relative."

"What are you talking about?"

With shaking hands, she yanked out several stitches—it wasn't like her to make a mistake. "My mother wrote me a letter."

"Grandma Anna?" I coughed a laugh, because Mom had to be pulling my leg. This early in the morning I didn't find her humor entertaining. "Did I hear you right? Grandma Anna's back from the grave?" I tilted my head and expected my mother to smile. But her stony expression remained fixed.

Her words sounded strangled. "I, I—don't know where to begin. You're going to hate me."

"Why would I do that? But I need to hustle. I'm running late for work."

"Promise to forgive me if I tell the truth?" Mom was big on the word forgiveness, even when the neighbor kid dented my car's fender and refused to pay for the damage.

"Yes, okay, I promise." I set my mug on a coaster on a side table. "I won't get mad."

Mom's eyes turned glassy, like she was holding back tears. I'd rarely seen her cry, only when she was chopping onions.

"I let you believe my mother passed on," she said. "I know it was wrong."

"You're kidding me, right?" Before I could demand more information, I saw a UPS truck swerve to a halt at the curb and a man jump out. Moments later, his knuckles rapped on the front door, then he jabbed the bell and turned the knob, but Mom didn't let the deliveryman in, nor did I rush upstairs to get dressed. My mother and I sat frozen in this surreal scene as we listened to his footsteps descend to the street and the truck depart.

"I should have told you years ago," she said. "My mother still lives on the family farm."

"I don't understand." My mind was doing somersaults. Nothing made sense.

As I scrutinized Mom's face—she never wore makeup—she lifted her chin and read the framed needlepoint of Romans 12:2 hanging on the wall, words cautioning believers not to conform to the world. Black thread on a white background, surrounded by a black frame. Black and white, like Mom. No cloudy areas, I'd always thought. Until now.

"Let me get this straight." I stroked my jawline as my mind explored the convoluted avenues. "The woman who gave birth to you—Grandma Anna Gingerich—is alive. But you told me she was dead, even though you knew I always wanted a grandmother?"

"Yes."

"Why on earth?"

"I was so young, I didn't know what to do. I thought it best."

"Well, neither of us is young anymore." My lungs gasped for air, as if I were sinking chin-deep in quicksand. Was our whole life a sham? If Grandma Anna were living, that meant my mother—the righteous woman who'd hammered the importance of integrity into me—was a liar. And she'd deprived me of what I wanted most in life: family.

A startling thought bombarded me. "How about my dad?" My voice turned shrill. "Is he still alive too?"

"No, darling. Samuel lost his life in Vietnam."

"If you have to be mixed up about something, couldn't it be about my father? I've secretly prayed he was a prisoner of war with amnesia who'll someday wander out of the jungle." A dream I'd never admitted before, even to Mom, because I was embarrassed to harbor such naive fantasies.

"I've had the same thought." She bundled her knitting project and tossed it into the basket like a dishrag. "But you know as well as I do, the army and Veterans Affairs swear there are no more POWs."

A familiar cloak of sadness as heavy as a lead apron draped itself across my narrow shoulders, making them slump forward, right when I should be marching off to work, even if my lofty dreams of becoming a financial advisor were crumbling.

With all the strength I could muster, I scuffled into the kitchen and poured myself fresh coffee. The muffins were in the oven and the clicking timer read five minutes. My appetite had vanished anyway. Who cared about food at a time like this? I'd always longed for siblings—a humongous family—but my father had died before I was born and my mother never remarried, so Mom and I were a twosome. All those years I'd asked about her parents—she could have told me the truth.

Returning to sit near her, I put my mug on the coaster. My stomach gurgled with a mixture of longing and confusion, like oil and water boiling on a stove top.

"How do you know Grandma Anna's alive?" I asked. There had to be a logical answer.

"She's contacted me many times."

"This is crazy. What are you talking about?" My hand swung out, colliding with my mug, splashing brown liquid onto the floor. I grabbed a Kleenex from my pocket to mop up the puddle, then decided to leave it. The mess was the least of my worries. "Mom, what are you trying to say? That your mother put you up for adoption and now she's tracked you down and wants to see you?"

"I wish it were that simple." Mom placed her handbag in her lap and opened it.

CHAPTER 2

With trembling hands, Esther exhumed the envelope from her purse.

Last night, Dori had called to tell her a letter had arrived. "Thanks, I'll come by first thing in the morning," Esther had said. No further discussion was necessary. Only Esther's mother, Anna, sent Esther's mail to Dori's address, where Esther had first lived after moving to Seattle. Dori and her husband never asked questions; they could probably tell by the feminine cursive writing and the postmark that the correspondence came from a woman in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.

Under a drizzling sky, Esther had risen early to catch the Metro bus up the hill to Phinney Ridge. She'd found Dori lounging in a jogging suit, her short salt-and-pepper hair in need of a perm. Dori had invited Esther into her Victorian-style house, but on letter days—three or four times a year—Esther always refused.

Tucking the white envelope into her purse, Esther had wanted to savor the shape and texture of the paper before reading its contents. It was mid-October—too early for a Christmas card. And Esther's birthday was six months away.

Now, sitting in the living room, she told Holly, "This arrived from your grandmother yesterday." Esther had rehearsed the conversation with Holly for over thirty years, but the words came out clumsily, like peanut butter clogging her throat, her tongue swollen.

Holly gave her a quizzical look. Her petite frame barely filled her terry bathrobe; the legs of her pj's bagged at her ankles. "It's some kind of scam. You haven't sent this woman any money, have you?"

"My mother would never ask for money." Esther feared losing her nerve as she had every time before. If she didn't fess up now, the moment would be gone, like when the breeze blows away dried-up dandelion seeds—off they fly.

"I was ashamed to tell you. I meant to." She raised the envelope's flap, released the letter from its prison, and unfolded the stiff paper, bringing with it a trace scent of smoke from a wood fireplace and a memory of her mother's homemade biscuits.

Holly said, "I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I don't have time to play twenty questions." She dropped another square of Kleenex atop the spilled coffee and jolted to her feet.

"Yes, okay, but hold on." Esther studied her daughter's sleep-creased face, her mussed shoulder-length chestnut-brown hair, her hazel-brown eyes with flecks of amber that always made Esther think of the Pennsylvania sky at dusk—and Holly's father. How much should she tell her? The whole secret, like ripping off a bandage? Excruciating, but temporary pain.

"My mother—your Grandma Anna—says she desperately needs me." Esther felt a slam of guilt—more like a skewer straight into her chest. Her mother had probably needed her thousands of times, but Esther had ignored her pleas. "Someone made an offer on the farm that my mamm can't afford to refuse. My brothers—I've got five of them, all younger than I am—are planning to move to Montana where farmland is more plentiful. But Mamm says she's sick and doesn't want to leave her home and neighbors."

Esther could see apprehension darkening Holly's face, arching an eyebrow and creasing her smooth forehead.

"Mom, you're talking gibberish. First a mother. Now five brothers? Are you sure you're not becoming—how shall I put it?—absentminded? Remember how you misplaced your keys last week?"

"Alzheimer's doesn't run in my family." Esther forced a chuckle, although she felt not a shred of happiness.

"You said you used drugs when you were a hippie in Haight-Ashbury."

Esther shook her head; her neck was stiff, her shoulders rigid. "I'm sorry I ever told you about my stupidity. I promise, by the time I was pregnant with you and then moved up here with Dori and Jim, I'd stopped using pot and alcohol altogether."

The corners of Holly's mouth angled down. "Wait a minute. You've never worn a wedding band. Were you and Dad even married?" Her voice flared out harshly, like when she was a rebellious teenager.

"Yes, in a chapel in San Francisco."

Holly slitted her eyes. "I've never seen pictures of the ceremony."

"That was our way. We didn't take photographs."

"Give me a break. Dori and Jim's house is full of family photos. And you have a snapshot of Dad upstairs on your bureau. But suddenly you have parents and a carload of brothers?"

"One parent. My father died a few months after I left home. But my mother is alive. When you were a wee baby, I considered bringing you home, back to the farm to be raised by her with my younger brothers." In the depths of postpartum depression and grief, Esther had planned to end her life, but she knew the Lord Almighty would never pardon her for abandoning Samuel's child.

Holly snapped her fingers. "You would have given me up, just like that?"

"No, no, I never would." Why had she mentioned her thoughts? Now she'd hurt Holly's feelings. "With Dori and Jim's help, I moved to Seattle and lived with them until you were born, and then several more years." Esther unbuttoned her cardigan to relieve the heat accumulating across her chest. She fanned her face with the envelope. "I thought when you were old enough to ask questions, it would be time to reveal the truth. But you never inquired about my past."

Pacing, Holly's hands moved to her hips. "Are you insinuating your secret life—if it exists—is my fault?"

"No, I'm to blame. For everything."

The timer binged. "I'll check the muffins." Holly cinched her bathrobe's belt and strode into the kitchen with her mug. Esther listened to the oven door open and close, and the muffin tin settling on the cooling rack.

Holly returned with a couple of paper towels and swabbed the remaining coffee off the floor.

"I should have told you years ago," Esther said, but Holly didn't answer. She tossed the soggy paper towels and Kleenex into a wastepaper basket and loped up the stairs.

Esther heard the shower running. She couldn't fault her daughter for being incensed. What young woman wouldn't be? Over the years, Dori had encouraged Esther to unveil the truth, but this was a mistake. She felt like unraveling her half- finished sweater and pulling the crinkled yarn out stitch by stitch in an attempt to untangle her past and start over.

One thing was for sure: She wouldn't admit her part in Samuel's death. Ever.

Esther pushed the back of her head against the velour-covered La-Z-Boy, closed her eyes, and summoned up Samuel's youthful face in vivid detail. On the day of his induction into the army, she'd run her fingers through his shaggy hair—the same color as Holly's—kissed his lips, and said good-bye to him for the last time. She'd never embraced another man since.

If she and Samuel had only returned home, as Esther's and Samuel's parents had demanded, Samuel would have been exempt from the draft. As a conscientious objector of the truest order, his nonviolent nature had been taught and nurtured since birth, imbedded in his DNA.

Her memories scrolling back to age fifteen, Esther recalled the resentment she'd harbored toward the non-Amish town kids. She'd rashly struck out when one of the boys knocked Samuel off his feet, his elbow gashed by the rubble at the side of the road. The boy knew Samuel wouldn't defend himself. At the sight of Samuel's blood, Esther's fist clobbered the kid's shoulder as if she'd been wrestling with her brothers all her life, though nothing could have been further from the truth. She'd also been instructed to turn the other cheek.

Hearing Holly's footsteps creaking overhead, Esther opened her eyes and scanned her mother's letter again. The last sentence reached out and seized her breath.

I'm begging you, come home.

* * *

Ten minutes later, Holly ambled down the stairs wearing a streamlined pantsuit and white blouse. She dug through her purse in what Esther figured was a ploy to get out the door without continuing their discussion.

"Please take a moment to read this." Esther rose to her feet and brandished the opened letter like a flag, but Holly made no move to take it.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Leaving Lancaster by Kate Lloyd. Copyright © 2012 Kate Lloyd. Excerpted by permission of David C. Cook.
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Table of Contents

Contents

Note to Readers,
Prologue,
Chapter One,
Chapter Two,
Chapter Three,
Chapter Four,
Chapter Five,
Chapter Six,
Chapter Seven,
Chapter Eight,
Chapter Nine,
Chapter Ten,
Chapter Eleven,
Chapter Twelve,
Chapter Thirteen,
Chapter Fourteen,
Chapter Fifteen,
Chapter Sixteen,
Chapter Seventeen,
Chapter Eighteen,
Chapter Nineteen,
Chapter Twenty,
Chapter Twenty-One,
Chapter Twenty-Two,
Chapter Twenty-Three,
Chapter Twenty-Four,
Chapter Twenty-Five,
Chapter Twenty-Six,
Chapter Twenty-Seven,
Chapter Twenty-Eight,
Chapter Twenty-Nine,
Chapter Thirty,
Chapter Thirty-One,
Chapter Thirty-Two,
Chapter Thirty-Three,
Chapter Thirty-Four,
Chapter Thirty-Five,
Chapter Thirty-Six,
Chapter Thirty-Seven,
Epilogue,
Acknowledgments,
AfterWords,
Discussion Questions,
About the Author,

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  • Posted April 19, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    loved the story line, so naturally had to get the this book. It

    loved the story line, so naturally had to get the this book. It did not disappoint!

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 3, 2012

    I was very happy with this book until the ending, I feel like we

    I was very happy with this book until the ending, I feel like we got no closure. Maybe another book is coming. There were also some things that didn't set well with me.



    Holly, down on her luck, is living at home with her mom. Her mom runs an Amish Shoppe complete with a buggy outside.

    Holly arrives home (after losing her job) to find out that her grandmother, that her mother told her was dead all her life, is alive and ill.

    Holly is devestrated and happy all at the same time to realize that she has an extended family. Her and her mom travel to Lancaster - this is their story and what happens while they are there.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 5, 2012

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    Very well done!! A super new author of Amish Fiction!

    "Leaving Lancaster" By Kate Lloyd I am always curious when new authors appear, writing my favorite genre, Amish fiction. Kate Lloyd became a Facebook friend before I even knew that she was a writer!! We discussed the Lancaster , PA area , places to go, things to see, etc. Then, low and behold, I discover that she is preparing to publish a book, entitled, "Leaving Lancaster" !! Surprise!! This is Kate's second book to hit the market, the first being, "A Portrait of Marguerite". Kate has done her research well. Her facts and information about the Amish are accurate and sensitive to their feelings. Synopsis of book: The main character, Holly Fisher, is in her thirties and longs for a family. She has grown up in Seattle without a dad, or extended family and her greatest longing is to belong- have a sense of a heritage. Suddenly, her mother, Esther, reveals what has been kept secret for many years. Holly does have a grandmother and uncles who are alive and have a great desire to meet her. They are begging Esther to return to her home- BUT here comes the great shock- it is in Lancaster PA on a farm in an AMISH community. Holly had had no idea of her Amish background that her mother chose to abandon before she was born. Esther is terrified to see her mother and siblings, although guilt ridden. She begs Holly to accompany her to see her before she dies. BUT, can this trip heal old wounds and fullfill secret longings?? Will Esther be forgiven for deserting her faith? Will the family become whole again?? Will Holly find that for which she has been longing? You MUST read this book to find out!! I loved the well described characters. I felt Holly's pain and desires. Her desires , confusion, happiness became part of me. The plot was well developed. There were many surprises along the way, which kept me reading way beyond bedtime!! I read this book in two days- I HAD to know how all of the challenges were met!! A great book , with great characters and a great plot!! What more can you ask for?? Well done, Kate! Looking forward to your next Amish book!! Book was provided by David C. Cook and the author in exchange for a review.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 7, 2012

    I gave this book two stars because I thought the story line was

    I gave this book two stars because I thought the story line was marginally plausible. The characters, on the other hand, were completely unlikeable from beginning to end. They spent the entire book squabbling with each other like teenagers, and both were so petty I actually wished I could give them a slap across the cheek to get them to snap out of it. The mother (nearly 50) was weak, cringing, fearful, suspicious, and the daughter (mid-30s) was snotty, vindictive, bitter, angry and childish. They had their reasons for being so, but there were no redeeming qualities about them that made me sympathetic toward either one. The "romances" in the story had no development, they just happened out of the blue, and the ending left too many questions unanswered, and it didn't really seem like the mother and daughter had grown much emotionally. I stuck with the story to see what would happen, but was disappointed all the way through. I hate to leave negative reviews, but I don't recommend this book at all.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted July 27, 2012

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    Great read for about 1/3 of the way through the book but then my mind started to wander off. 269 pages.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 25, 2012

    Review:Leaving Lancaster by Kate Lloyd 3 STARS It was a good st

    Review:Leaving Lancaster by Kate Lloyd
    3 STARS It was a good story but for some reason I just did not feel connected to the characters. This was clean read not swearing or sex scenes. Deals with real problems. Esther Fisher gets a letter from her mother whom she has not seen since she was 16, when her and Samuel ran away from home. Her mother is in her 80's and wants to see her. Esther needs to tell her daughter the truth she has hidden for all these years. Holly Samantha Fisher at 37 has just lost her job. Holly has never married. Esther tells Holly that her grandmother is still alive with her uncles and family. Esther wants Holly to travel with her from Seattle Washington back to her Amish relatives in Lancaster. Holly can not believe her that her mother has been hiding that her relatives were alive. She wonders at what other lies her mother has told her. Did her dad really die during Viatnam. Esther runs an Amish goods store in Seattle, but she buys her products mostly from Ohio not the area she grew up on. Esther has raised Holly all by herself. She was born after Samuel went MIA. She feels guilty for the death of her husband because if they would have stayed and been baptised than he would not have been drafted. Holly finally agrees to fly with her mom to Lancaster and meet all the relatives she did not know she had. She always wanted a grandmother. When they are in a rental car Holly finds out her grandmother has no idea that they are coming. Her grandmother does not have a phone but her menonite neighbor does so they call her and she invites them to stay the night with her. Holly feels really close to Beth and meets her single son who is a vet. Zach. Esther has been jealous of Beth and Beth has had bitter feelings toward Esther . Grandma Anna is so glad that they have come especially when in a little while the whole family is going to move to Montana to buy land. They have sold this farm if they accept the offer. It shows you a slim glimmer of what life is with Amish. Deals more with issues of family and thier secrets, forgiveness, love Christ. Just dealing with regular family problems that come up in life. I was given this ebook to read in exchange of honest review from Netgalley. 03/01/2012 PUB David C Cook

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 13, 2012

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    Holly Fisher never knew her father. He died before she was born

    Holly Fisher never knew her father. He died before she was born, in Vietnam As far as she knows, her mother Esther is her only living relative.
    She is about to lose her job, a victim of the bad economy. Here relationship with her mother has always been strained. Now that she's living at home, even more than usual.
    She has no idea how much worse things are about to get.
    Her mother springs on her, with no warning, that her grandmother, who Holly thought was dead, is alive, sick, and wants them to come home to Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.
    What will Holly and Ester find when they visit "Mamm Anna's" House. What will Esther do when she is forced to confront her past? Will Holly find the large extended family she has always coveted? Will Holly be able to forgive all the lies her mother told her, and all the things she never told her?
    This book is a bit different from many "Amish Fiction" stories. It lets us inside the heads of some who have not lived Amish for years and some who never even know what it is to live Amish. A very enjoyable read, with a dash of twists, turns and romance thrown in for good measure. I was a bit frustrated to not find out all the answers, I hope they will come in more books from Katy Lloyd

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2012

    Highly recommended

    A fresh and warm-hearted story of women, set in Amish country. In this lovely portrait of family and friends, lives grow and change. And the reader has the pleasure of joining in and learning about the Amish at the same time. I really enjoyed it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2014

    Great story

    Nice easy read that will maintain your interest. Believabe characters. Just a fine book in every way.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 18, 2013

    Great story

    This was a great story. My only question is that the last chapter and the epilogue feel like a chaoter got edited out.

    I love this genre, and this one doesn't dissapoint. Thanx

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2013

    Leaving Lancaster by Kate Lloyd

    Very good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2013

    Good

    I would recommend it for those who love the Amish stories.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 14, 2013

    If you enjoy Amish/Mennonite books I recommend this one.

    I really enjoyed this book. Hope this author does more of this type book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2013

    enderfur

    Ds to camp

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2013

    Wispap

    Leafclan at leaf first result.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2013

    I really enjoyed this book. Born and raised near Lancaster Coun

    I really enjoyed this book. Born and raised near Lancaster County and having a great respect for the Amish, it was refreshing to see into their lives from the inside, rather than a "tourist" perspective. I no longer live in the area, so it was a sweet taste of home for me. It was rather predictable, but also had a few unexpected turns.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2013

    Skywind

    He struggled a little, but persevered. "Almost... there..."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2013

    #&forest

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2013

    Thundertail

    Pads in and lays down.

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  • Posted September 4, 2013

    I had the privilege of reading Leaving Lancaster, introducing a

    I had the privilege of reading Leaving Lancaster, introducing a new author to me, Kate Lloyd. Her book combined all I love about the Amish lifestyle and traditions and showed me Biblical truths about deception (and its consequences) and why we need to show forgiveness toward not just others but also ourselves.

    Anyone who is a female realizes that mother-daughter relationships can be challenging at times. Ms. Lloyd does a great job taking those complications and adding additional pressure such as stubbornness, deception, lies, and guilt. She broadens the scope of those feelings by including multi-generations, showing how our actions not only affect ourselves but also our children, parents, and other relatives. I love how God will take Biblical truths and reveal them to me in various ways. While I was reading this book, my church was in the middle of a sermon series which discussed that very theme. When we sin, it affects multi-generations, not just us. When we choose to make the right choice, multi-generations are blessed. And, let’s not forget the most important truth: When we confess and turn away from our sin to obedience, God rewards those choices with blessings.

    I love how Ms. Lloyd answered the central questions in this book, but left it open-ended. I can’t wait to read the next book in the series, Pennsylvania Patchwork. I’m looking forward to seeing what happens with Holly, her mother Esther, and her grandmother “Mommy Anna.” I was challenged as a parent and a person to live a life of obedience so that future generations in my genealogical line will receive blessings rather than consequences of any sin I would commit. As a parent, you want the best for your children and it’s encouraging to know that through my actions and attitudes and choices, I’m leaving a legacy for them…and I can choose if it’s positive or negative.

    Thank you, Ms. Lloyd, for reminding me of the above truth as well as that forgiveness is a gift to be extended to all, not just for the one who committed the sin but also for yourself if you have sinned. It’s definitely harder to forgive ourselves when we fail than to extend that forgiveness to another. But God doesn’t want us to live in condemnation, especially self condemnation. He wants to set us free when we choose obedience. We will still have to live with the consequences of our actions at times, but God has so much more in store for us than living a life wrapped in self guilt.

    I’m looking forward to reading the next book in the series to see what Biblical truths Ms. Lloyd is going to share next, all while surrounded in a great story with lots of twists and turns.

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