Tuesday, May 02, 2023

Getting Outside Leads to Looking Inside


 When I had those two surgeries on my leg a few years back, my biggest question was, "When can I get out walking again?" The doctor quickly came to realize how much I enjoy walking (the day of the second surgery I scolded him because he was early and I hadn't finished my 10,000 steps yet LOL). When I finally got the go ahead to ditch the crutches and start walking, he put things in my terms. "Five hundred steps a day, Holly. You can added five hundred more steps every day." I was free!

Since then, I've tried to put those steps to good use. One of my daughters and I are trying to visit all 123 State Parks. Some are literally just a visit. There's no real hiking involved. Pennsylvania has a lot of little parks...it's a great way to preserve land and forests. But some are huge tracts of land with amazing trails and sights to behold. 

We went to the northern, middle park of the state this weekend and, despite the rainy weather, we went on some lovely hikes! One was down to the bottom of the PA Grand Canyon. It was challenging, but so worth it!


I walked with the group a lot of the weekend, but Sunday morning I got up early, went out in the rain, and hiked up a mountain on my own. I took in the lovely views and found I was thankful the leaves hadn't fully popped because they wouldn't have hidden the broad vista. And as I thought of hidden things, I thought about the book I'm working on. I wanted to capture this quiet moment in the woods in it. I wanted to find a way to write the magic of a misty, spring morning. I weighed and measured words that might paint an accurate picture. I breathed deeply, listened to the springtime bird calls and let my thoughts chase after one another. They moved from one thing to another with no interruptions and no attempts on my part to reign them in.

 I'll confess, I love walking with friends and family. We get to catch up and enjoy the world together. But  on Sunday morning and here at home, my mornings are for me. I think about my family. I think about the world. I think about books I'm working on. I mull as I take in the sights. Walking has let me learn where I fit into the world. I read the seasons as if they're a book. And while it might seem to be a quiet, solitary walk, it is anything but. Stories ping pong, in amongst the thoughts and memories.

Yes, walking outside leads me to a lot of inner action. Some of those thoughts might enrich a book, some (I hope) will enrich me.

Wishing you some lovely walks this spring!

Holly

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May Newsletter

Spring into Another Around the Square Story!

I just got back from a northern, mid-state weekend. We did a lot of hiking and touring in the rain. But as my grandmother used to tell me, I'm not sugar, so I didn't melt. If you haven't been following me on Social Media, my daughter and I are trying to visit all of PA's 123 State Parks. So we rented a house last weekend and, despite the rain, we had a blast visiting nearby parks. We were sad we didn't get to enjoy star-gazing at Cherry Springs State Park. But we're planning to go again someday soon!

It really was a great time. I'm keeping track of the parks with this cool PA State Park board!

If you're interested in visiting PA, check out PA State Parks and ForestsDCNRHemlock to Hellbender Podcast, and Uncovering PA.
Now you might think that talking about Pennsylvania doesn't really have anything to do with Sweet Success, but since most of the books I write are set in the state, even more specifically in my favorite city, Erie, it does!

Sweet Success is another Around the Square story. It's got chocolate, a lost love and...maybe a real happily-ever-after!

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Thanks as always for all the support!
I hope you're having a lovely spring filled with long walks outside, good books and sooo much glee!

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Thursday, April 20, 2023

Secrets

 


All families have secrets. Stories someone holds onto because they're just too painful to share. 

My grandmother had such a secret. When she passed, I found a letter from an attorney that enclosed her original birth certificate. Her bio mother's name was listed as Sarah K.. My grandmother's bio father's last name was listed as Miller. I knew she'd adored, Mills, the father who raised her. When he passed, her mother, Myrtle had lived with her. My mom adored her grandmother. I still have Myrtle's rocker in the living room. I knew it as my grandmother's rocker, but in reality it was her mom's. But the parents she loved and took cared for weren't her biological parents is what the birth certificate indicated. I can't imagine how finding that had rocked her world.

I talked to a friend of the family who said the rumor was my grandmother's adoptive father was also her biological father.  I suspect my grandmother heard that and that's why she went looking. The last name listed on the birth certificate could be a wordplay on his name. Miller-Mills.

 I found two Sarahs with the right last name, one in central PA and one in Ohio who were about the right age and both had been to Pittsburgh, where the birth certificate was issued. My grandfather was a railroad engineer and his route took him into Pittsburgh.

I had clues and little tidbits. I dug off and on for years. 

All that digging led me to DNA verification that the central PA Sarah was my bio great-grandmother. Census data and a few news clippings helped me piece together Sarah's story. I know she left central PA and went to Pittsburgh. Maybe she was there to go to nursing school or maybe she was already a nurse and working there (I'm still looking into that). I know that she ended up being a visiting nurse back in central PA. I even found a picture of her (She's the one in the front on the right). Sarah was twenty-one when my grandmother was born. Mills, the father who raised my grandmother was indeed my bio grandfather and he was in his forties when she was born.  

I've found records that Mills and his wife Myrtle lost a one day old son eighteen years before Mills brought my grandmother home to Myrtle. What kind of strength does it take to raise the child born of your husband's affair? I can't imagine. I do know Myrtle loved her and loved my mom. The fact that I'm looking into DNA relatives doesn't negate that love...Myrtle will always be my family. 

 When my grandmother got that birth certificate from the attorney, Sarah was still alive. She'd worked as a nurse and had retired from her visiting nurse job. She had lived in central PA with another single sister until that sister died. A second sister lived in Ohio with her family. Sarah's brother moved to New York. Once her roomie sister was gone, she was alone.  To the best of my knowledge, my grandmother never met her or contacted her. I might not have known Sarah, but I was alive when my grandmother got that birth certificate and I wish we'd met. 

Maybe it's the fact I'm a writer. Maybe it's the fact I'm a dreamer. Maybe there's some mitochondrial connection, but so many of these names in my family tree have become so real to me. I'd like to think that Sarah would be happy to know that she's now part of the family. That we were always out there and she was never truly alone. 

I love finding new threads in my family tree and unraveling them. I've found other secret babies. One was adopted by someone else in her family. One looks as if he was adopted and raised by a stepfather, but kept his bio dad's last name.

I found a relative who got drunk and froze to death. I've found one who helped found Brown University. I had a relative who was was an aide to George Washington. I've found sharecroppers. Lords and Ladies, Scottish clans. I have one relative who make a Paul Revere-esque ride through the Virginia mountains tell his neighbors that the British were coming (the Minions and I always give him a shout out and keep playing at writing him his own Paul Revere sort of poem). It's so easy to get carried away by the stories. 

It is frequently harder to track down the females in my tree. I'd really love to know more about them other than they were someone's wife and mother. So often they went by their husband's name on census forms. Mrs. So and So. Or her first name and his last name, making it hard to track down her birth records. I think that's one of the reasons I love that my mitochondrial DNA came from my mom. She got hers from her mom. My grandmother got hers from...Sarah. And so on and so on through the branches of my tree. Even the women I haven't established as anyone more than Mrs. So and So, are there in my mtDNA. I was my mother's only girl, and I love knowing that line of mtDNA will live on through my daughters and their daughter and...

Right now I'm reading a book on Maryland and my family's help in founding it. The book hoarder in me loves looking for these old tomes that tell my family's stories.

Speaking of stories, Something Borrowed is still for sale for a few more weeks. Something Perfect is part of the Second Chance Anthology. And the third book in Around the Square, Sweet Success, is out soon and available for preoder!

That's it for now!

Holly

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Monday, March 13, 2023

The State of my PA State Park Hiking

 


Last year, I decided to set a new goal...you know I love a good goal. And this is a very good goal. I'm going to hike all of PA's State Parks. There were 121 when I started, but last year PA added three more parks to the list. So I'm hiking! 

To make the hiking more fun, I'm documenting it in two ways. First is a Pennsylvania Parks Sign. (I ordered from the Michigan Map site on Etsy. The maker, Whake Studios, didn't have PA listed, but very nicely made me one.) And with a PA State Park Passbook. PA State Parks and Forests organization has the passbook in their online store.  And for anyone else hiking in PA, check out the new podcast, Hemlocks to Hellbenders. It has great info on PA State Parks. Oh, and because I'm directionally challenged...seriously, directionally challenged, one of the few apps I pay for is AllTrails.  Not only does it give me great hike suggestions, but I can download maps for when there's no cell service. (No kickbacks from any of these sites.)

So what have I documented? 17 parks this year! Ten this month while I was in Philly. We're taking a trip to midstate this spring and I'll get a few more then. I'm excited about the upcoming hikes.

Here's the thing, I've always been a walker. I have family members who had health issues and didn't walk much and lost ground quickly as they aged. I don't want that, so I walk. Himself got me a FitBit years ago (I'm on my third) and that 10,000 steps a day challenge has been so much fun. (You know you have it bad when they come a couple hours early for a surgery and you gripe that you didn't get to finish off your steps for the day. LOL)  But it's so much more than the health or the goal. It's being outside every day. Like the mail, rain, sleet and snow doesn't stop me. These last years, I've felt more connected to the world at large. I feel the seasons in an intimate way. These last few weeks, I've noticed that the quiet of winter has given way to a burst of activity. Birds chatter and wooing. The skunks are out...after Tallulah's brush with a skunk last year, we're super cautious. I've seen my fox, racoons, deer and a few weeks ago, Himself and I spotted bald eagles. 


Yesterday, Tallulah and I walked as the sun came up. Well, it didn't come up very far, but there was a line of sunrise over the horizon and under the clouds. It was lovely. That...that is why I love walking. I know I was talking about hiking and now I'm talking about walking. To be honest, I think of hiking as just a very picturesque walk. LOL 

I enjoy going out on my own, but I also enjoy taking family along with me.  I love finding Gifts of the Unexpected. A deer crossing my path. Finding a hawk's nest. Red salamanders. Ducks walking on fish (yeah that's a thing at Pymatuning). 

In Just One Thing I wrote, “Sometimes, you find yourself inadvertently in the dark. But I’d discovered that if you stopped fighting against it and just stood still, sometimes something marvelous comes along.” That's just it. I'm hiking the State Parks to see what kind of Gifts of the Unexpected the trail offers. And if the only I thing I find is just another facet of myself...that's enough.

I was talking to someone about walking and she said she didn't know where to start. I had an answer...one step at a time. After that surgery I mentioned, I was on crutches for quite a while. When I was finally cleared to start walking, the doctor (who I nicely snarked at because I didn't get my 10,000 steps in) said I could do a little more each day. Then because by then he knew me, he added, "500 steps more each day." LOL So if you're thinking about walking/hiking, take it one step at a time. Down a hall. Down the street. Around the block. In a Pennsylvania State Park.

It's been a great first year. At his rate, I'll hopefully finish all the State Parks by 2030ish. That seems reasonable...and fun.

I've spent my writing career writing about Pennsylvania. This is a new way to see my favorite state! 

I'll keep you all posted...like you thought you could escape me. LOL

Holly

PS.Susan Gable and I haven't been doing our Trippin' With Holly and Susan since the pandemic, but we did a tour of Presque Isle you can check out, Episode 1, Episode 2.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2023

Books Banning


I love Pennsylvania. Almost every book I've written has been set here in my home state. Most in Erie, but I've written books set in Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, too. I really love my state, but Pennsylvania's kids deserve better than being in the top ten of book banning states. 

In 2022 a couple PA kids testified in front of the U.S. House Oversight and Reform Committee. Christina Ellis a senior at Central York (PA) High School “Sadly enough, I spent the majority of my K-12 schooling, straightening my hair, so I wouldn’t stand out. I wanted to blend in and not be different. Books that highlight our differences and teach others how to address diversity are crucial. These books shouldn’t be up for debate.” 

 That's just it. But more than that, books highlight our differences and point out our similarities. 

I wrote a scene in Crib Notes about a secondary character, Cessy Keller's essay:

<<My family, by Cecily Keller.

When I was in fourth grade, our class made cards for our families for Thanksgiving. We traced our hands and turned them into construction paper turkeys. After school, I ran out and gave mine to my mom when Leslie, a girl in my class, came up and said, ‘You’re supposed to give it to your mom.’ I was confused and told her this was my mom, and she said it couldn’t be ’cause we didn’t match. Until that moment, I don’t think I ever thought that way about my family.

Oh, I knew my brother Zac always called me cocoa because my skin is the color of chocolate, and there was no way to miss that Mom is as pale as a white person can get. But I never saw those differences.

After that, I did. I noticed the looks my family got when we went out together. None of us are alike. We have brown hair, black, reddish-brown and blond. Some of us are very tall, a few are vertically challenged.

When I was ten, we all went to Disney World and Mom made us wear matching T-shirts that proudly proclaimed The Kellers. We got looks there, too.

The fact that we all were so very different made us stand out, and any school kid will tell you that standing out can be a problem. So I hoped no one would notice.

The Kellers took me home weeks after I was born. I have biological parents, but I never knew them. Then when I was five, my biological father took me back. I still remember that day. My whole family stood on the porch as the social worker led me away to her car. I didn’t understand what was going on. My mom had told me that I was going to live with my real dad, but I felt that my real father was the man on the porch physically holding my brother Zac, who was struggling to get to me. I was only five and I knew who my family was. The stranger the state decided should have custody was nothing to me. The six months he kept me were bad. I don’t talk about them. But they taught me something.

Before, I wanted to hide how different my family was, but then I figured out that biology might determine your skin and hair color, it might determine if you’re tall or short, but it’s your family that makes up your heart. It’s your family that makes you whole, the person you really are.

I took my family to school later that year for show-and-tell. Though in fourth grade we’d really outgrown the tradition, Mom stood by me and my entire family showed up and let me introduce them to my class. And I told all those kids that my family didn’t match on the outside, that we never would, but we matched on the inside and that’s all that counts.

And that’s what family means to me.>>

That one scene sums up my feelings on diversity. We're all different but it's what's inside that counts. Those differences allows us to see the world from unique perspectives. And those perspectives...they're what books can give us. We can literally walk a mile in someone else's shoes. I've lived hundreds of lives...okay, who am I kidding?  I've lived thousands of lives. 

I grew up a reader. One of my first school book fairs, I found a biography of Helen Keller. I was awed by her courage and fortitude. I read The Hobbit for the first time in third grade. I suspect it was way over my head, but I remember that riddle scene between Bilbo and Gollum. A year or so down the pike, a teacher asked me to read something from the book to the class. That was the scene. 

I read. And I read. I suspect I read books that someone somewhere would want to ban. Wants to ban now. I did my first research paper on World War II. I read bits of Mein Kampf. I know I quoted it in the report. And I know that report taught me in a most down-to-my-marrow way about the horrors of the concentration camps and the people who ran them. The diseased minds that fomented that kind of hate. Those minds are still out there trying to create divisions. Reading books, living all those other lives is a sort of inoculation against that kind of hate.

For years, I was the kindergarten story lady at my kids' school. I read the five-year-olds the books I'd read to my own kids. I sang them the songs I sang with my kids. (You do not have to have a great voice to entertain kids.)

Those years with the kindergarten classes meant the world to me. I wrote about them in Carry Her Heart:

<<I’d been the story time lady for the younger grades for years. Generally kindergarten, but sometimes through second grade. I read stories, sang songs, and basically had a wonderful time with them. My singing voice is less than stage quality, but the wonderful thing about young kids is, they don’t care. Rumor has it, I sing a mean rendition of “I Have a Rooster,” and don’t even get me started on my expertise with “Up on the Housetop” at Christmas.

I would not sing around the older students because I was pretty sure they wouldn’t be as forgiving as the kindergarteners
.>>


Kids. I realized then that kids need stories. They need to find themselves in books and conversely walk those miles in other people's shoes. They need to see the world from different points of view and conversely they need to see themselves in those fictional characters. 

That's what book banning tries to take away. It diminishes our kids' lives. Rather than giving them the world, book-banners want to narrow their world. 

I was blessed to have teachers who encouraged my love of reading. I was just talking to a school friend about Miss Mac. She was tough and but man did she make the world a bigger place for all of us. And the librarians on my book mobile, who found out I loved sci fi/fantasy books and would tuck up books for me.  They gave me books I might not have picked up on my own...they gave me the world. Right now, some states and school districts are trying to take away their ability to do that for this generation of kids. There was a picture of empty class room book shelves in Florida. That hurt my heart.

Someone posted a meme on my page that said, The good guys are never the ones who ban books. 

That's the truth of it.

Read. Read everything. And if someone tells you not to read something, definitely read that!

I'm working on a different story right now. One that focuses on the magic of books. That's what they are...magic. They transform us...if we have access to them. 

Holly

Quotes that impacted me:

"Pennsylvania is second on a recently published list of states with the highest number of banned books. Across the state, there are a staggering 456 bans across nine districts. Plus, the school district with the most bans across the nation can be found in the Midstate."  ~Lauren Rude, ABC 27

"In that nine-month period, PEN America lists 1,586 instances of individual books banned across the nation, affecting 1,145 unique book titles, 874 different authors, 198 illustrators, and nine translators. The bans come from 86 school districts, representing 2,899 schools, in 26 different states." ~Lauren Rude, ABC 27

“Most books being targeted for censorship are books that introduce ideas about diversity or our common humanity, books that teach children to recognize and respect humanity in one another,” said Rep. Jamie Raskin of Maryland .

“I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s both the number of challenges and the kinds of challenges. It used to be a parent had learned about a given book and had an issue with it. Now we see campaigns where organizations are compiling lists of books, without necessarily reading or even looking at them.” ~Deborah Caldwell-Stone, director of the American Library Association’s Office for Intellectual Freedom

“Librarians urge everyone to take a minute to consider why a book or resource makes us uncomfortable, what it might be trying to teach us and what we are resisting to learn. While we are willing to fight, and those fights are always worth it, they take time. They take energy, and most importantly, they remove us from our students, from our classes and from our libraries.” ~Samantha Hull a librarian in Lancaster County, PA. “Administrators have made hasty decisions, school board members have jumped to conclusions based on out of context excerpts, and librarians scrambled to play catch up to fight for our students’ rights.When books are removed, communities lose the voice that that book represents.”

More Articles to Read:
abc27
Pen America 
Smithsonian Magazine
Top Ten Most Challenged Books, ALA
2 students who helped reverse their high school's book ban
I’m a teacher in Florida. Here’s what the DeSantis book bans look like in my classroom.
More Than 1,500 Books Have Been Banned in Public Schools, and a U.S. House Panel Asks Why

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Thursday, February 02, 2023

My Place in the Woods



             ~Louise Dickinson Rich

I fell in love with Helen Hoover's The Gift of the Deer when I was a kid. It was in one of my mom's Reader Digest books. I read the rest of her books over the years. I stumbled on Louise Dickinson Rich about a decade ago. I loved her We Took to the Woods. I'm reading a biography of her right now. I love the pictures she paints with her words and I find myself longing to disappear in the Maine woods. 

Since I found out that Emily Dickinson is a shirttail cousin and Louise is her cousin, then that makes her my cousin, too. I love that. 


I'll confess, I feel a connection to both of these writer cousins. They saw the world differently than those around them. But I'll confess, I feel a greater connection to Louise. The biography (She Took to the Woods) shows Louise had her problems, but her love of nature...I get that.

I grew up in the county. Not quite country to be honest. But I was country adjacent.  I had a creek and woods behind the house. I roamed those woods with my neighbors  and snuck to my favorite spots with a book as often as possible. I was an almost-country girl. My friends Tina and Mel had the most fantastic rope swings at their house. We would wind them until the ropes creaked and groaned and when they let them go...well, these days I'd be sick, but back then, it was so much fun. We built almost annual treehouses. As an adult I'm horrified that one of them was burned down by a rival group of friends. At the time, I was just mad. I caught crayfish in the creek. Sometimes I went fishing...I don't think I ever caught anything. And if I did, I blacked it out. I'm sure one of my friends had to take it off the hook for me because there's no way I'd do it then...or now. 

I married a city boy. And here's how you know your partner gets you...he bought me eighteen acres of woodland at a time that we couldn't afford it. Then he built me a cottage out there. Now, for over twenty years, we referred to it as a wooden tent because that's all it was. The frame of what could be. But as our kids got older, we started improvements. A well, insulation, a shed (no more lawnmowers in the cottage!), a barn (with my pottery studio in the back!) and just this last summer, we added a bedroom/bathroom addition and septic. Yep, I'm all fancy...indoor plumbing.

But back to Louise and Helen. with heat and indoor plumbing, we've been spending more time out there. And it reaffirms what I always known, out there I'm truly home. Last spring on a hike, we found my hawk's nest. I got to watch the babies (well, just bits of their heads over the top of the sticks) all spring. I've eaten dinners watching the deer creep out of the woods into the yard. I've caught pics of a fisher and my foxes. I've seen so many fungi and mosses. I've walked a couple miles in every direction on the road. I've spent hours hiking the woods. And every moment of that, I've felt such kinship to Helen and Louise...because I am home. I'm not as deep in the woods as they were, but it's enough for me.

I've written about the cottage in Just One Thing. It's not a memoir of my time in the woods, but I think it reflects my cottage as much as their books reflected theirs..

I feel lucky that I have a family who gets me. From Himself who bought me...HollysWoods, if you will! LOL To my kids. They keep me grounded. They keep me busy. They keep from becoming a total hermit. But there's a bit of a hermit there. They all respect that. They allow me those moments of solitude in the woods. And when I had to lose one of my shagbark hickories, Himself understood my morning. (It's now my counter in the bathroom.) Louise understood it as well...

“A house you can rebuild; a bridge you can restring; a washed-out road you can fill in. But there is nothing you can do about a tree but mourn.”
― Louise Dickinson Rich, We Took to the Woods

My "cousin" Emily also said...

“Beauty is not caused. It is.”
― Emily Dickinson

That's how I feel about my woods. It simply is. And every walk, I discover something new. Some new footprint, some new tree. Nature. Sun. I love every stone in my creeks. I love my trees. I mourned the ones we had to cut down. We started replanting last fall and will continue in the spring.

If I could have a wish for all of you, I'd wish that you'd find your place. The place that soothes your soul. The place where you walk and say, I'm home. And more than that, I'd wish you the people who get you and who enjoy when you're with them and understand when you need a moment or two of hermitude.

Holly




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