Little Robbie’s Big Day

rabbit3It was a beautiful October day in Rabbit Hollow. The afternoon sun shone brightly in a cloudless blue sky. The trees were brilliant red, gold, and orange.

Harvesting was done. The storerooms overflowed with carrots, turnips and cabbages. The village was alive with excitement and delicious smells as all the rabbit families prepared for the big day tomorrow — Fall Harvest Festival. [Read more…]

An Unusual Family

Willena & Jim - 1955

Willena & Jim – 1955

I wrote this 3 years ago…

An Unusual Family

There are plenty of reasons why I am thankful for the family I grew up in. Despite the loss of our father when we were very young, we were enriched by having him for a father. My mother was only 28 when Daddy died, leaving her to raise three little ones alone. It’s a tribute to her strength of character that she raised us with strong morals, and did everything in her power to give us all she could. She rationed apples and oranges, and served us Lipton noodle soup for lunch. She went without things herself, to give us a good Christmas. Years later, I understood a little of what she was going through, but never quite, because I had no babies to raise when I was widowed.

My father knew the moment he saw my mother that she was the girl he was going to marry. He was almost 31 to her 20, the day they married. It was a happy marriage. I was only 5 when Daddy first took ill, and he was in and out of the hospital for the next two years. I remember one spring day picking a bouquet of dandelions for my mom. But when I got home, Daddy was home from the hospital and sitting at the kitchen table. All thoughts of my mom flew out the window for the moment, as I ran across the kitchen and handed Daddy the flowers. He smiled a lot, and was always kind to me.

I was born on Mother’s Day in 1953. I was the firstborn, so I made my mother a mother on Mother’s Day. My brother Jim was born on Father’s Day in 1955. He was the first son, so he made our father the very proud father of a son on Father’s Day. Now what are the chances of that happening?? I think we should be in the Guinness Book of Records!

Our brother Patrick was born in November 1957. Not only does he look very much like our dad, but he is like him in temperament as well. He was only 2 when Daddy died, so he does not have many memories of him. Mom remarried a year later, and our brother Stuart and sister Laura were soon added to our family. I was thrilled to have a sister at last!

It is rare for me to see my family, because we live over 2000 miles apart. My daughter Raewyn, son Nathaniel and I travelled across Canada by Greyhound in December 2004, and had a good visit with everyone. That was the only time I’ve seen my brother’s daughter, and my sister’s son. Laura now has two little girls who are 6 and 4 this month, and I’m still waiting to meet them.

Distance may separate us, but the older I get, the dearer my family becomes. I hope the day will come that I will see them more often. But in the meantime, Facebook, Skype and my blog are wonderful ways to keep in contact with those in my family who are online.

Father’s Day in 1955 was June 20. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my awesome brother JIM!!!

© Willena Flewelling

“I Like Big James Best”

Big James

Big James

Little James in this story turns 11 years old today. Big James was our oldest son, who was taken  from us about 7 months earlier. The following conversation took place in my living room on a summer evening in 2010… [Read more…]

Stealer of Dreams

74When I was a child, I wanted to be a writer like my favourite author, Enid Blyton. But none of my teachers ever told me I could write, or encouraged me in that direction.

When I was a student at Ontario Bible College, I wanted to write stories for weekly Sunday School papers. I was delighted when a representative from a large Christian publishing company came and told how to get published. But the list of obstacles was huge, and I was sure they would never accept my writing. [Read more…]

A Withered Hand

reach out your hand

I wrote this ten years ago, and posted it last year on this blog. When I wrote it, all 7 of our children were still at home, and I was homeschooling 5 of them. I had just discovered I have ADD. I’m re-posting it now, because it has a new meaning for me… as I will explain in an upcoming post. [Read more…]

God of All Comfort

God's Wordoriginally published by me on FaithWriters.

“Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort…” ~2 Corinthians 1:3-4 (KJV)

The words penetrated the aching cloud of grief that had held me captive for the past month. The God of all comfort… [Read more…]

The Ring

The RingKatie Higgins sat on her bed, chin resting in her hands. Her eighteen-month-old brother, David, played quietly at her feet, with three tiny plastic kittens.

What a waste of a perfectly fantastic day, she fumed inwardly, to have to spend it cleaning my room. [Read more…]

The Farm

swingingAt the foot of the lane, just inside the gate, protruded a long, rusty pipe embedded in the steep rock wall. From its spout gushed a cascade of sparkling cold spring water, into a square, moss-grown stone reservoir. Although this was intended for cattle, we children had discovered its real value. How delicious and cool it was to our parched throats after a rollicking game of “hide and seek” or “kick the can.” [Read more…]

The Broken Airplane

sad_boy_leaningDerek was in trouble. He had dropped his big brother’s model airplane and it smashed into a dozen pieces.

“He’s gonna kill me!” Derek said to his friend Bobby. He was hiding in Bobby’s tree fort, trying to figure out what he was going to do next.

“That’s it!” he said with a snap of his fingers. “I’ll run away!” [Read more…]

Birthday Boy

Chocolate CakeThe BIG Little Birthday Boy

It was Teddy’s birthday and he was busy building a fort. The leather belt around his small waist was stuffed with plastic hammer, saw and drill, and he was barking orders at his little brother Kevin. [Read more…]