One Year

One Year

by Mary McDonough

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ISBN-13: 9781617739026
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 07/26/2016
Series: Oliver's Well Novel Series
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 787,774
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Mary McDonough starred as Erin on the award winning television series, The Waltons, for nine years, as well as in the made-for-TV reunion movies that followed. She wrote and directed the award-winning film For the Love of May  and continues to act on stage and screen. She is also the author of the memoir Lessons from the Mountain: What I Learned from Erin Walton. Mary was the founding president of LUPUS LA, and created intheknow.org to raise awareness about women's health issues. She currently lives in Colorado with her husband. Readers can visit her website at www.marymcdonough.com.

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One Year


By MARY McDONOUGH

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2015 Mary McDonough
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-9350-3


CHAPTER 1

Mary Bernadette and Paddy Fitzgibbon had lived at 19 Honey-suckle Lane in the town of Oliver's Well, Virginia, for most of their married life. The town had been founded by a small band of English settlers in 1632, including one Noah Oliver, who had gone on to become its first elected official. The reason the town was called Oliver's Well and not Oliver's Landing or Oliver's Town, was lost to time. Presumably, Noah Oliver had had some doings with a well.

Over the almost four centuries of its existence, the town had grown to support a current population of almost three thousand people. There was a public grammar, middle, and high school, as well as a private academy. There was a community center, with a full kitchen for potluck suppers and an auditorium where the local amateur theatre group performed its plays. There was a library and an old-fashioned single-screen movie theatre. Small, locally owned businesses—hair salon, florist, dress shop, restaurants, jeweler—flourished alongside the branches of two area banks and an insurance company. The Oliver's Well Memorial Hospital was well regarded. The post office was a daily gathering place for the dissemination of gossip. There were no fast-food franchises or tattoo parlors.

In many ways, Oliver's Well was typical of any charming, historic American town, but many would argue that it had a unique appeal. Mrs. Fitzgibbon would be the most vocal and persuasive of those. At the age of twenty-one, Mary Bernadette, nee Lehane, had arrived in Oliver's Well from her native Ireland via New York City. Though the promised personal connection—the uncle of a friend of a friend—and the housekeeping job he was supposed to have provided her did not materialize, Mary Bernadette had decided to stay in Oliver's Well and make her way, liking what she saw of the quaint little town. There was little, if anything, that could deter her when she had decided on a goal. One of those goals was to marry the handsome and ambitious twenty-three-year-old factory worker named Paddy Fitzgibbon who she had met at the Church of the Immaculate Conception one bright Sunday morning.

Now, fifty-four years later, Mary Bernadette and her husband were getting ready to preside over New Year's Day festivities, surrounded by their family.

"Paddy," Mary Bernadette said from the door to the living room. "The garbage disposal is frozen again."

"I'll see to it," he replied, getting up from the armchair in which he was reading the day's edition of the Oliver's Well Gazette.

"And do it before your son arrives and tries to help you."

Paddy chuckled and followed his wife into the kitchen. "He means well, Mary. He just didn't inherit my handyman skills."

"Which is why I'll never understand why he always insists on 'giving things a go.'"

Paddy retrieved the tool he used when some bit of plastic wrap or chicken bone had managed to slip down the drain and cause the garbage disposal to grind to a halt.

"It was good to talk to Grace earlier, wasn't it, Mary?" he said, opening the cabinet below the sink for access to the works.

"It was," Mary Bernadette agreed. "We don't see enough of our daughter. And I wish she would call more often."

"Grace is a very busy woman. She does what she can."

Grace Marie Fitzgibbon—so called after her maternal grandmother, Mary Grace—was a nun in the small and highly unorthodox Order of Saint Prisca, Virgin Martyr. For those who wanted to know, Grace was happy to relate that Saint Prisca had met her grisly death in 270 CE. Paddy affectionately called Grace "our rebel," and indeed, her politics were as far removed from those of her parents as it was possible for them to be. Currently she was stationed in Los Angeles, though in past years she had been posted to Central and South America, or, as Mary Bernadette put it, the ends of the earth. "And what is your New Year's resolution?" Mary Bernadette had asked her daughter that morning, to which Grace had replied, "To speak the truth and shame the Devil. To rage against injustice." Well, that was Sister Grace for you.

It had been so many years now, Mary Bernadette thought, watching her husband tinkering away, since their children had lived under the roof of the house on Honeysuckle Lane. Built in the mid-nineteenth century, it was a handsome white clapboard structure with stark black shutters and a stately brick chimney. There were two floors, on the first of which could be found a living room, dining room, and kitchen, as well as a small room once used as a study and now as an extra bedroom, and finally a powder room that Paddy had added many years previously. On the second floor were a full bathroom and three bedrooms. In addition to a cottage behind the house, where Mary Bernadette and Paddy's grandson lived with his wife, there was a two-car garage and a garden shed on the property.

"Almost done," Paddy said, his voice muffled by the fact that the upper half of his body was inside the cabinet.

Mary Bernadette peered through the window over the sink, from where she could clearly see the cottage. "I wonder where PJ is," she said. "I thought he'd be here by now."

"I'm sure our grandson and his wife will be along at any moment."

Yes, Mary Bernadette thought. If Alexis wasn't dawdling. She was a good girl but had her faults like most, one of which, in Mary Bernadette's opinion, was a tendency to waste time. It was not a fault Mary Bernadette shared.

Now in her midseventies Mary Bernadette was still a striking woman. Her thick, snowy white hair had once been as dark as ink. Her eyes were still a clear blue, and she only wore glasses for close reading. For the New Year's Day celebration she had put on one of her favorite dresses, a dark blue wool A-line with a narrow, black patent leather belt at the waist. She was wearing the strand of pearls Paddy had given her on their fortieth anniversary, a pair of small pearl earrings left to her by her aunt Catherine, and her simple gold wedding band. The impression Mary Bernadette made upon virtually everyone she met—whether in her capacity as chairman of the Oliver's Well Historical Association or simply as a congregant at church—was one of power and elegance, competency and resolve. And when she smiled her famously dazzling smile, people were almost universally smitten. Mary Bernadette was aware of all this and took the attention she was paid as a matter of course.

"There, all fixed." Paddy emerged triumphant from under the sink. "I suppose one of these days I should replace the thing with a new one."

Mary Bernadette refrained from pointing out that he had been threatening a replacement for close to three years. She loved and respected her husband in spite of any shortcomings, which, to be honest, were too few to mention.

The patriarch of the Fitzgibbon clan was slim and wiry, though a hip replacement nine years earlier had left him with a slight hitch in his get along. His eyes were intensely blue. Mary Bernadette still considered him the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Paddy was retired now from Fitzgibbon Landscaping, the company he had founded as a young man, but with his grandson PJ in charge he was able to keep his hand in on a job he had loved. Every other Sunday he served as an usher at the Church of the Immaculate Conception, and he filled in when one of the readers had to be absent. In his leisure hours, he spent time with his friend Danny Kline (Danny's wife, Jeannette, was Mary Bernadette's dearest friend). Paddy, an only child who had been orphaned at sixteen, was genuinely well liked in Oliver's Well and greatly loved by his family. In that way, he had been heard to say, he was the richest man in town.

"Mmmm." Paddy smiled at his wife. "The dinner smells wonderful."

"Thank you," she said. Mary Bernadette was making roast beef (for which, in her opinion, she was justifiably famous), with mashed potatoes, green beans, and homemade rolls. For dessert, she had baked an apple pie (for which she also believed herself to be justifiably famous) and cookies studded with chocolate chips and bits of candy cane. The cookies would satisfy her grandchildren.

Mary Bernadette went back now to the living room. The Christmas decorations—including a real fir tree densely hung with ornaments and tinsel, a massive wreath made entirely of pinecones, and strings of blue and white lights in the windows—were still in place and would be until the Feast of the Epiphany, after which Mary Bernadette would carefully pack everything away until next holiday season. Her favorite decoration of all was the beautiful handcrafted crèche. It had pride of place on a side table in the living room, atop a blanket of Angel's Hair to represent snow. Mary Bernadette turned the statuette of St. Joseph a little to the right and straightened a camel that was threatening to topple over on his fluffy base. Then she checked to see that the bowls of nuts and ribbon candy and chocolates were still untouched. To assure this, she had covered each bowl with a piece of plastic wrap. It wasn't Banshee's behavior she was worried about. It was Mercy's.

Banshee—currently asleep on one of the armchairs—was Mary Bernadette's ten-year-old Siamese cat. She was long and lean, with lovely hyacinth blue eyes. Mary Bernadette had never told anyone but Paddy that she had purchased Banshee from a breeder in Arlington. She had a well-deserved reputation for frugality, and she did not relish the idea of people—her son, for instance—commenting on this one instance of extravagance. Anyway, intelligent and affectionate Banshee had proved well worth the expense.

Mercy, however ... Mary Bernadette eyed her husband's shelter dog with a measure of suspicion. The creature, who for the past hours had been roaming the first floor of the house, sniffing at the oven, trying to snatch stray food from the kitchen table, and generally causing havoc, looked like two or more very different dogs randomly stuck together. There was a sort of ruff around her neck, though the rest of her fur was short. Her face was black, the ruff was a mottled white and gray, and her body was a patchwork of all three colors. Her eyes were ever so slightly crossed, giving her a quizzical expression, which suited her curious personality. Now, this curious personality was prompting her to sniff loudly at the straw in the Holy Family's crèche.

Paddy appeared in the doorway.

"That dog is a menace," Mary Bernadette said, turning to him. "Not even the baby Jesus is safe. Paddy, put her upstairs, won't you." Paddy was ostensibly in charge of the mutt, but while he doted on her and she adored him she never obeyed any of his commands. Mary Bernadette thought her husband's canine rather dimwitted.

"She'll just whine until I let her out, Mary, you know that. Besides, I think Jesus faced worse threats in his life than a dog's wet nose."

Mary Bernadette ignored the vaguely blasphemous comment and checked her watch. "Where is everybody?" she asked. "Dinner is almost ready, and there's nothing I hate worse than to serve a cold meal."

"They'll be here, Mary. They'll be here."

CHAPTER 2

You know Mom's not going to let me watch the games today. We should have stayed in Annapolis. I swear, I don't know how Dad stands it."

Pat Fitzgibbon was driving Megan's Subaru Outback; Megan was beside him in the passenger seat, and the twins, David and Danica, were in the backseat, each plugged into an electronic device that allowed them to ignore their parents' boring conversations.

"I thought you were taping the games," Megan noted, with a glance at her husband's perfect profile.

"It's not the same," he grumbled.

Pat Fitzgibbon, Mary Bernadette and Paddy's older child, was tall like his mother and slim like his father. His eyes were a bright greenish blue. By the time he was thirty, his hair had turned an attractive steely gray. During the week he wore conservative dark suits with a white shirt and a red or blue tie, suitable attire for his job as a corporate attorney. On the weekends, he lived in jeans and T-shirts. On holidays, like this one, in deference to his mother, he wore a navy blazer, charcoal gray slacks, and a pale blue shirt. Mary Bernadette did not think jeans and T-shirts appropriate for grown men.

Megan wasn't entirely unsympathetic to her husband's complaints. They had gotten an invitation to a party at the home of friends, a couple with three children around the twins' age and a reputation for serving the finest wines. No doubt the Taylors would have had their big flat-screen TV tuned to the football games. The only reason the Fitzgibbons had turned down the enticing invitation was to make what Pat rightly called a command performance at his mother's house in Oliver's Well.

"I am sorry," Megan told her husband. "Let's make a pact that next New Year's Day we stay home."

"I'm holding you to that, Meg."

Megan, Pat's wife of over twenty-five years, was also a lawyer. Her light brown hair was cut into a sleek bob and she wore very little makeup. Her one personal indulgence was her collection of stylish eyeglasses. Today, she was wearing Prada frames. She would never tell her mother-in-law how much they had cost. Mary Bernadette did not entirely approve of personal spending. And she was the sort of woman who was always ready to tell you her opinion of your supposed faults or flaws. Formidable did not come near to describing the woman who was her mother-in-law. True, she had been duly forewarned that she would find Mary Bernadette—difficult. Megan remembered the first time Pat had brought her home to Oliver's Well to meet his parents. She had noted the horseshoe hung over the front door of number 19. Why a horseshoe, Megan had asked Pat. "It's for good luck," he had explained. "There was a horse in the stable the night Jesus was born."

"Was there? I thought it was a donkey Mary rode to Bethlehem. So why not a donkey's shoe?"

Pat had frowned. "Maybe that works just as well, but I don't want to be the one to suggest that my mother try something new or that she change her mind. And believe me, you don't want to be the one, either. She'll just take it as an insult."

No truer words had ever been spoken.

"Mom?" Danica had unplugged herself from her iPhone. "Are we almost there?"

Megan smiled over her shoulder at her daughter. "Every time we make this trip you ask me the same question at exactly this point. And the answer is always yes."

Danica nodded and went off into her electronic world again. She and David had turned twelve years old the previous October. Danica, older than her brother by five minutes (something she never let him forget), was also taller than David, who had been born with cerebral palsy, by a good two inches. The twins shared the same light brown hair and their father's bright greenish blue eyes, though David's were partly obscured by his glasses, which he had worn since he was small. He occasionally used crutches or a walker to aid his mobility, but more often than not Megan found them abandoned in unlikely places, like under the dining room table or behind the rosebushes.

"I hope my mother doesn't have my father running around all day fixing things," Pat blurted, his bad mood clearly unmoved. "The man is closing in on eighty, but she treats him like he's still a man of forty, ready to climb up a ladder or ..." Pat clamped his mouth shut.

Megan spoke carefully. "You know you're exaggerating, Pat. Besides, your father is hardly an invalid. He enjoys being useful around the house." And, Megan thought, he enjoys dancing attendance on his wife, though most times Mary Bernadette didn't seem to notice his efforts. That, or after so many years of marriage she simply took her husband's attentions for granted.

"It will be good to see PJ and Alexis," Megan said. "I feel I'm not getting to know my daughter-in-law as well as I might. It's the distance between Annapolis and Oliver's Well, I suppose."

"She's a nice young woman," Pat said, "that's for sure. PJ is lucky."

Pat turned the car onto Honeysuckle Lane. Megan put her hand to her hair though she knew it was in place and straightened her skirt though it didn't need straightening. Mary Bernadette had that effect on people.

"If she tries to pull any of that sappy 'God bless us, every one' nonsense," Pat grumbled, "I'll ..."

"You'll raise your glass like the rest of us and chime in."

"Hmm."


(Continues...)

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One Year 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
CrystalWalton More than 1 year ago
So it turns out, I am one of the lucky ones that got to see Mary in person and read this book before it was released to the world. I did, and now it's time for my review. I will start with giving it 5 stars for sure, even thought it deserves higher than that. One Year is a fantastic read, for people of all ages. It is a strong book for women empowerment. This is a book that anybody can take something away from, and it seems like you could take a new lesson away from it every time you read it, which I intend to do over and over again. But here's what I can say from my first read. This is a book about many things--family, sacrifices, love. It's about finding a balance between having respect for other people, but standing up for yourself at the same time and what you believe in. It's about trying to find independence in a complicated world, and not letting past scars have a control over your future and the futures of the ones around you. It's a great story about love and the sacrifices you make for love, but striving to remain true to yourself. One line in particular that stood out to me is this, "No one should have to be the solution to another person's life. I have to make me happy. It's my responsibility." You have to fully understand and accept that before you can be completely happy with another person. This book is a fantastic and interesting read from start to finish, and shows once again Mary McDonough at her finest. She is an inspiration and a role model, and I have loved her for a long time. First as Erin Walton, then as an author of two amazing novels, then as someone I can call a friend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Mary McDonough has written a wonderful story with colorful characters that's hard to put down. Anyone who has elderly parents or grandparents can relate to some of the traits that show up in the characters of Mary Bernadette & Paddy. Also, the rest of the 3 generation family is easy to fall in love with.
Micki_Jo More than 1 year ago
Mary McDonough's "One Year" is delivers a delightful story about a family living the small town life with big dreams.  Enjoy following the grande dame of the family as she takes you back in time before landing in the present day town of Oliver's Well   I loved reading this book, it was good from beginning to end!. 
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Well crafted story--adds opportunity for a series !
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One Year is a very easy book to read and is very interesting. It held my interest from start to finish and I thought it was a wonderful story. It is a second great book by a wonderful person and author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
With the 5 star reviews and the overview I was looking forward to listing this author in my favorites Did not happen. If there was a storyline or a moral of some kind k missed it. I skipped thru a lot of pages as I just could not get into it. No mystery at all. If you are looking for a nice family that quotes the bible in every chapter then this one is for you. I found it to be boring all the characters were dull and felt unreal. No "meat" in this one. Sorry I wasted my time. I will stick to authors I'm familiar with and if trying anew one will look for many 5 star reviews. Should have not trusted just 3or 4 good reviews.
Virginia Fuller More than 1 year ago
Excellent Book ! I highly recommend this book ! I think everyone can relate to someone in this story especially one character in particular don't want to give to much away.. IT is a good clean read which I appreciate so hard to find a good clean read.. Hoping there will be a sequal or even a movie !!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed reading this book. It was a book I will reread. I will buy other book by this author. It is a book that I will pass on to others that I know so that they can read it also.
jbarr5 More than 1 year ago
One Year by Mary McDonough Loved the author's other works about the life of being on the Waltons's family TV shows. This one I like mostly for the different ages being covered. As a family event is occurring we are able to hear from the three main women and their perspective on the day and how it effects them. Things with the historical society effect them all as one hedge fund conniver wants into their circle and he brings money to the table... Love how the family all come together in times of need, medical help and just to be there for others. Surprised at the reversal of Mary's outlook on life after a discussion with her eldest son. I received this book from The Kennsington Books in exchange for my honest review
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Two thumbs up! So original and creative. Loved Mary McDonough as Erin and she is a wonderful author also.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed the characters and their personal issues. If you like stories of family dynamics , you will enjoy this book,