This book is a heartfelt look at Rosalyn’s life in transition, filled with reflections of her past. A past filled with heartache and pain, but also filled with joys and experiences that Rosalyn wouldn’t trade for the world.
Recently widowed, she now must choose what decisions to make. All alone now, without the guiding hand of the man she cherished, she must face the challenges of the future while she examines her past, and wonders how she is going to make it through the rest of her life without the man she loved for so long. As she is looking forward, she must also look back to try and understand how she got to this point. She reminisces about her loveless childhood and difficult teen years.
She also reflects on the incident that forced her to leave home in her most formidable teenage years and strike out on her own. The imminent scandal that influenced every decision she made after that date. She relives her struggles to make the love of her life proud of her, all the while knowing that she may never see him again. Although these memories are painful, they are essential to who she is today.This book is a heartfelt look at Rosalyn’s life in transition, filled with reflections of her past. A past filled with heartache and pain, but also filled with joys and experiences that Rosalyn wouldn’t trade for the world.
Rosalyn sat on the back porch looking out over the lake. All the food had been put away, and the dishes washed and returned to their rightful owners. The kids and neighbors had gone home. No conversation drifted from the house. No laughter wafted its way out to the porch. The house was empty now—as empty as her heart. Everyone else had gone back to their worlds, but today, she had buried hers. She had often been alone in her years of marriage on this very porch, but she had never felt lonely. Tonight, she felt lonely for the first time in forty years. Allen had been her best friend, confidant, lover, and hero. Now she faced a life without him. She had lost others through the years, but nothing impacted her life as much as the loss of Allen.
Her mother’s death had left her sad, but hadn’t left a hole in her heart, or her life. Peggy had been one of those people who placed a wall of protection around her heart, refusing to let anyone, including her own daughter, penetrate the barrier. For that reason, Rosalyn and her mother had never been close.
“Rosie, get in here and help me,” her mother yelled. They had been unpacking boxes since the moving truck had left at about ten that morning. Rosie was tired and hungry. Her mother was determined, unappreciative, and snappy.
“Can’t we take a break now? I’m so tired. Does all this have to be done today?”
“Yes, it has to be done today. I start my new job a week from today, and I don’t want to come home and unpack after working all day.” Everything was a matter of urgency to Peggy.
“We could do some of it tomorrow.”
“I can’t sleep if my house is out of order. Now, put those towels in the linen closet, and make sure the tails aren’t showing.” Peggy liked the towels put away so that when the closet door was opened, the folds were lined up in perfect rows. She called the selvage edge of the towel ‘the tail.’ Rosie could never understand what difference it made. No one except her and her mother looked in the linen closet, and if they did, who cared how the towels were stacked? They would still function as drying instruments, wouldn’t they?
“Fine. I’ll put the towel tails facing the back of the closet. I should probably show people how we stack our towels. Surely it’s worth a rung up on the social ladder,” Rosie muttered under her breath on the way to the linen closet.
“Rosie, have you laid out your school clothes yet?”
“Mom, school doesn’t start for three days. I have plenty of time,” Rosie answered, entering the room where her mother was working after what she called TTT duty—towel tail tucking.
“Yes, but we’re going to register you tomorrow. It’s very important you look right when you register. First impressions are important.”
“I don’t think the registrar cares how I look. Besides, after I’m registered, I’ll never see her again.”
“You don’t know that. I think you should wear that gingham skirt, with your white blouse. That will make a good impression.” It was 1968, and girls were still required to wear dresses to school.
Showing up at any event, including school, in too-casual attire was frowned upon. “When you get to school, make sure you don’t get mixed up with the wrong crowd.”
“Mom, have I ever gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd?”
“Well, it’s my job to make sure you don’t. Before you’re allowed to go anywhere with a group of kids, I’ll need to meet them. I must approve of the company you keep.”
“We have been over this before. I know you want to meet my friends. I don’t know why you can’t trust me.”
“I don’t trust you because I was young once. I know what kids did then, and you can’t tell me they don’t do the same thing now. Let me tell you right now—you had better not sneak out of this house after I’ve gone to bed.”
“Mom, I have never once sneaked out of this house. You always know where I am, and when I’ll be back.”
“Well, just in case you think about it, you better think again. I will find out where you are, and come get you. And you can believe I’ll make a scene in front of your friends.”
Rosie hung her head and quietly went to her room. She was a good kid. Her grades weren’t amazing, but she passed her classes and never caused problems in class. Throughout her entire elementary days, she had never missed a recess, stood in the corner or in the hall, or been sent to the principal’s office. In junior high school, she had never been sent to in-school suspension, or detention. Her mother had never been called to the school for disciplinary reasons. Rosie was rarely disciplined at home. She did what she was asked, and wouldn’t dream of openly defying any authority. It broke her heart when her mother started threatening her about things she hadn’t even thought about doing. Sometimes Rosie thought pleasing her mother was an impossible feat.
After she laid out the outfit her mother wanted her to wear to register the next day, Rosie organized her closet and dresser drawers. She wasn’t much of an organization freak, but with this activity, she could satisfy her mother’s demand to work and avoid her ranting at the same time.
The best book that I have read in a long time!, March 5, 2013
This morning about 1:30 I finished the best book that I have read in a long time! I chose to read the PDF copy of it with my Adobe Reader XI. When I started reading it I had a difficult time keeping the times in the character's life straight in my mind. Then I noticed that there were these three little *** when the past or present was going to change in the book. I normally do not like stories that flash back and forth like this book does. I was really glad I chose to read this e-book by Theresa Franklin.
It is a heart warming book of love and honesty that I find a very important quality in any person. I found myself feeling like it was about the writers own life, that is just how good the writer is at telling this story.
I would recommend this book to anyone who really enjoys a true to life book about real life situations.
This is a book of laughter and tears. There were many times when I, as the reader like the author, had to stop and compose myself before I could continue reading. There were many times when I laughed aloud as her characters in the book interacted just like real life. The Assisted Living Facility where Rosie lived and worked while she was getting her education was so real to me. I have had residents at my place of employment talk just like some of hers did who lived there.
The love of God and her country was always a big part of the story line as it got more interesting as the story progressed. I am not going to tell the ending of the book because I would not want to spoil it for anyone who might want to enjoy this wonderful book.
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Reflections of Rosalyn, A Life of Victory
If you are looking for a book that draws you into the pages as if you were there then you are looking for the book Reflections of Rosalyn, A Life of Victory by author Theresa Franklin. This book is about Rosalyn after losing her husband of over 40 years is facing life along. As Rosalyn reflects on her life as a pregnant teenager Rosie she sees how she overcame the trials in her life to accomplish what she did and how she grew into the woman she became. This book will make you cry and laugh.
I really enjoyed this book and in fact it was hard to put it down. I would recommend this book to people that wants to be drawn into to where you feel you are there with character Rosalyn.
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A Life of Victory
Would a teenager with no money, shelter or support survive an unplanned pregnancy? What does she do when the only person who is supposed to support and love her wants nothing to do with her? And how does she survive life when she does not know whether the lover of her life and the father of her child is still alive or has died?
"Reflections of Rosalyn" by Theresa Franklin is the kind of book you would not want put down until you have read the last line of the story. After the death of her husband, Rosalyn reflects on the events that occurred in her life from her teenage years. While in High School Rosalyn was impregnated by a teacher who had to leave for war in Vietnam and had to flee home in fear of having her child put up for adoption by her mother.
This is an encouraging story that can teach anyone across ages that there is no hopeless situation. No matter what happens in our lives we can still reach for our dreams.