Daisy A Day
Today is somewhat different. I've had this memory in my draft mode for two weeks and counting.
Back several years there was a nostalgic song that contained the phrase 'Daisy a day'. In the music archives there are a few of these types of songs. Tear jerkers about undying love.
These special songs are usually centered around husbands who, after a long marriage, their wives pass on and they still remember.
We attribute women with feelings because they are emotional beings, but just because some one doesn't wear their heart on their sleeve doesn't mean emotions aren't there.
Often those buried emotions are deeper. I'm aiming to have my novel, If I Should Die, out this autumn, but along with this series (Ebenezer: My Stone of Help) I've also been working on a historical Depression/WWII novel.
That story is about a young orphan boy, Gene Wade— his childhood, teenage-hood, and beyond.
Gene is ten years old when his father dies in a tragic accident on the Oklahoma oil fields. His mother dies of consumption a week later.
Gene is a young man of strong faith and character, as is true of many of that generation. Although his mother and father pass away early in his life they have taught him what the meaning of truth, beauty, and lasting love is.
