Biography

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Published June 2009

“The United States of America became the meadow that I discovered in my early youth and wholly embraced for its freedoms of expression of one's own views, its acceptance of personal differences. I came to explore its freedoms by simply being different, which, all at once, came to be a personality trait to be admired, rather than belittled and berated. Today, the strange land is that which I left behind and I have become a stranger to those I used to know and cherish.” This is also the story of one fine American woman. “What country is this that it produces such a woman even though coming from the most difficult of childhoods? These beautiful, tough creatures who fight their way through thick and thin and, in the end, triumph over their environment and enemies? There are millions of those American females who, in their own uniqueness, manage this seemingly impossible feat of surviving the worst. Yes, Adelle was unique but that’s just about the norm in this country, is it not?”

Excerpt
Excerpt Book Three, Prologue

Once upon a time . . . there lived a fair maiden in a free land with uncounted other Freelanders. She had a pure heart and, at an early age, was enthralled by the innocence of newborns and animals of every sort. She believed in love, a sheltered life and she believed in magic – the magic that had been provided by the Lord God and she would admire those wonders in every flower and meadow across the land, the magic of towering trees that could grow to be hundreds of years old, the magic she found in the innocent eyes of her animals friends, including a small goat she had named Robin. This maiden had an inquisitive mind and she would always ask questions of anyone so she could understand the world around her; she would also always write down the answers she found along with her thoughts of what she considered right and a fair measure and what she thought of as wrong and hurtful to others.
And it came to pass that this maiden, who had grown into a young woman at an early age, had a girl-child herself by a man who had given her safety from a mother who did not care much for her and from a jealous older sister, envious of the attention her father had paid her during her first six years of life. And she loved her daughter with all her heart and throughout the years did all she could and understood to be righteous and loving.
And it came to pass that the man became unfaithful and she left him, taking her beloved daughter with her. For a time, she cared for her daughter and herself, always writing her life with any pens she could find. Blank paper with no words thereon was abhorrent to her and she knew that these pages were just waiting to be filled with the stories of her life among the Freelanders.
After a few short years, it came to pass that she married a knight from a foreign land and she loved him. The knight also loved her deeply and discovered her secret passion for writing and the love she had for animals. He had not been made familiar by his own family with the needs and magic of animals so she set about teaching him and he took and shared her love and tender feelings.
These two, man and woman, had an exciting life together but it was not always easy. Their life, however, was always marked by their mutual need to be in the company of the other and their love never ceased. For two score and five years, they shared joy and sorrow, triumph and disappointments, the lives and deaths of their animal children and she taught him about honesty and loyalty, one to the other. She also taught him about writing and the passion which drove her to it.
Then it came to pass that she knew the end of her life was near and she worried about him, her knight she loved so much. They made a pact that their marriage would not be ended by death and, in the Lord God's presence in their heart, they promised to eternally love each other and one day be together again.
The knight was sorrowful without end and asked her, “But what shall I do without you after you have gone home?”
She smiled, remembering days of love and joy in her heart and answered not.
As he knew her well, but not all of it, he knew that she was telling him what she had always told him. “Be confident that you have a right compass in me and that I will love you forever, as I have promised you. Write as I have taught you the heart of it, write about our lives together and the love we have shared together and use my words from where you can find them in your heart and in the home we shared for so long.
“Then write your own words into stories and imaginings that will keep me alive in your heart and soul. Always remember, there is magic in this world and the Lord God is everywhere and will give you daily glimpses of the beauty which is there and that which is yet to come. I will wait for you and after a short sleep for both of us, each in our own time, we shall be again one, and the wonders shall never cease.”
And the Lord God took her at the appointed hour and told her, “Enough is enough, no more suffering for you with the pain of your aging body you have endured for so long.” And she prayed to him in her final hour. Then she went home to see the face of God, to be free with joy forever. She danced.

He was sad and sorrowful and devastated by her absence and missed her without end and always will to the end of his days. Then, for the love of her, he wasted no time and searched for the things she was telling him in all her writings he found in her belongings. Thereby the magic was there as she was talking to him always and he was comforted. He also set about to share all these things with their daughter, their grandchildren and their great grandchildren as he was sure that she should be remembered always and not be forgotten. He knew that he had loved, and would always love, this exceptional woman who had become his wife so long ago.

Here then are some of the stories he had written of which she had taught him the truth of it and of which she had approved with her own eyes. They had shared all things throughout their lives together and will again, in the Lord's time. He will be waiting as well, in true faith, and continue to do that which she loved so much: writing and sharing.