a Home to Amana
novel
Released
September 1, 2012
ABOUT THE
BOOK:
In the closed
communities of the Amana Colonies, hidden truths are about to change everything
for two young women...
When Karlina Richter discovers that a new shepherd will be sent to her village, she fears she'll no longer be allowed to help her father with the sheep. She'll be relegated back to kitchen work, stuck inside all day. Her fears increase when the new shepherd shows little interest in the flock--or in divulging why he's suddenly been sent to East. Is he keeping secrets that will impact Karlina's family?
Dovie Cates visits the Amana Colonies to learn more about the place where her mother grew up. But when Dovie begins to ask questions about her mother's past, no one seems willing to reveal anything, so she decides to take matters into her own hands. Will the answers she finds spell disaster for her future plans and the longings of her heart?
When Karlina Richter discovers that a new shepherd will be sent to her village, she fears she'll no longer be allowed to help her father with the sheep. She'll be relegated back to kitchen work, stuck inside all day. Her fears increase when the new shepherd shows little interest in the flock--or in divulging why he's suddenly been sent to East. Is he keeping secrets that will impact Karlina's family?
Dovie Cates visits the Amana Colonies to learn more about the place where her mother grew up. But when Dovie begins to ask questions about her mother's past, no one seems willing to reveal anything, so she decides to take matters into her own hands. Will the answers she finds spell disaster for her future plans and the longings of her heart?
Chapter
1
Saturday,
October 29, 1892
Over-the-Rhine
District, cincinnati, Ohio
Dovie
Cates
"I
won't be going with you."
My breath
evaporated in thin, ghostlike whorls as I uttered the words.
The skirt of my
black mourning dress whipped in the brisk breeze, and I pressed a gloved hand
against the fabric before turning to meet my father's steely
gaze.
Never before had
I spoken with such authority. But life had changed. And not for the
better.
I had questions.
Questions that couldn't be answered by my father.
"Dovie Cates,
you become more like your mother every day." My father's eyes
softened.
His
reaction surprised me. I was nothing like my mother. At least not in my mind. We
had shared the same thick chestnut-brown hair and hazel eyes, but my mother had
been quiet and unassuming, unwilling to speak of her past or consider the
future. Traits that were nothing like my own. I fought back tears and the lump
that threatened to lodge in my throat. In retrospect, it was likely best Mother
hadn't worried about the future, for her life had been shorter than most. A
future cut short nearly two months ago when she'd succumbed to the ravages of
influenza.
Death had robbed
her of a future, and it had robbed me of answers. Answers I'd been seeking.
Answers about her past—her life before she'd left Iowa ,
before she'd met my father, and before I'd been born. Answers about her time in
the Amana Colonies.
Father and I
progressed along a sidewalk that fronted the narrow brick-and-frame houses built
flush with the streets in the Over-the-Rhine district of Cincinnati. Sidewalks
mopped or scrubbed clean each day by the German immigrants who lived in the tidy
houses with backyard flower and vegetable gardens. Houses similar to the one in
which I'd lived all of my twenty-two years.
My father
reached inside his coat and withdrew his pipe. "Well, you can't remain in
Cincinnati . I've arranged for the sale of the house, and a
single young woman with no means of support, alone in the city . . ." His
unfinished sentence hung in the wintry air, defying argument.
Hoping to gain
his accord, I nodded my agreement. "I don't want to remain in
Cincinnati , either."
He slowed his
step and cupped his hand around the bowl of his pipe. Holding a match to the
bowl, he puffed until the tobacco glowed red and smoke lifted toward the azure
sky. "If you don't want to go to Texas with me and you don't plan to
remain in Cincinnati , what is it you have in
mind?"
There was no
telling how my father would react to the idea. Before speaking, I clenched my
hands and sent a silent prayer heavenward. "I want to go to
Iowa —to the Amana Colonies—and learn of Mother's
past."
His jaw went
slack and the pipe slipped a notch before he clamped his lips tight around the
stem. Confusion clouded his dark eyes, and he shook his head.
"Foolishness."
"It isn't!" I
argued. "I've given the matter a great deal of thought, and I believe it is an
excellent idea."
Could my father
not realize how lonely I would be in Texas ? While he would
be at work during the day and even out of town for short periods of time, I
would be left alone in a strange city with nothing to occupy my time, without
any friends—and without my mother.
"Tell me, how
did you come to such a conclusion?"
"Mother would
never tell me about her past—nothing before her marriage to you. Only once did
she mention she had lived in the Amana Colonies, but whenever I tried to learn
more, she refused to tell me. What can you tell me about her life back
then?"
"Not much. And
maybe your mother didn't talk about the past because it wasn't of any importance
to her." My father blew a ring of smoke into the air.
When I didn't
respond, he sighed.
"She did have a
cousin, Louise, and they wrote to each other for a number of years." His brows
furrowed. "Your mother and this Louise lived in the village known as East
Amana , and they were as close as sisters—at least that's what your mother
told me. When your grandparents decided to leave Iowa ,
your mother was forlorn. I was never certain what caused them to leave, but I
know it had something to do with your grandfather. I didn't ask a lot of
questions."
"Why? Weren't
you inquisitive?" A strand of hair escaped, and I tucked it beneath my black
bonnet.
A house
Frau with bucket in hand opened her front door and prepared to scrub the
steps leading to the border of sidewalk. She smiled a toothy grin. "Guten
Morgen."
"Guten Morgen,"
my father and I replied in unison.
He took another
puff from his pipe as we continued onward. "No, I wasn't particularly curious,
and your mother never had any desire to discuss the past. Still, I knew her
German roots were important to her. When she asked to settle in the
Over-the-Rhine district rather than in another section of
Cincinnati , I didn't argue. My work kept me away long
hours, and I knew that until she learned English, she would be more comfortable
among other Germans." He shrugged. "I knew there was no way to change anything
that had happened in her past."
His answer
surprised me. "Maybe not change it, but perhaps you could have better understood
her, if you'd learned of her past." He shook his head as if to disagree, but I
didn't stop. "What we learn from the past can help us form the future, don't you
think?"
WHAT PEOPLE ARE
SAYING:
"Miller's
Daughters of Amana is historical romance at its best. The characters are
determined to find where they belong, sometimes with unanticipated results."
–Romantic Times
"Steeped in
period details that only a seasoned historical novelist can provide, this
heartwarming story will meet the expectations of her fans as well as please
critics. Extensive research backs every page of this meticulous, well—crafted
work." –ForeWord Reviews on More Than Words
ABOUT THE
AUTHOR:
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Copyright 2012
by Judi th Miller
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