tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43375550257003683982024-03-05T05:35:41.913-05:00Dorothea Jensen's BlogDorothea Jensen, AuthorDorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.comBlogger297125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-74917888632200398922024-01-22T10:39:00.007-05:002024-01-22T10:40:47.769-05:00Wow! I keep a lot of balls in the air (according to this review)<p> I LOVE this review!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnjxL7vSARhIQiZWEQCrLfsEefxTGsulg6XhMMVh8PYS8pxnu0eiXrfvE1q2qamFPgEywnlHTGcvQ00H0AuF09aOMfazzeRnOUzE3AMkWihOkBj3lkZbaR7Q1e2hLmmDDRWj7b6E69lODyP1KcAqMDo3ayd88HUc3OLs0M5yLIReuUJsjGhtoka7VbWo/s269/cropped.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="269" data-original-width="259" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnjxL7vSARhIQiZWEQCrLfsEefxTGsulg6XhMMVh8PYS8pxnu0eiXrfvE1q2qamFPgEywnlHTGcvQ00H0AuF09aOMfazzeRnOUzE3AMkWihOkBj3lkZbaR7Q1e2hLmmDDRWj7b6E69lODyP1KcAqMDo3ayd88HUc3OLs0M5yLIReuUJsjGhtoka7VbWo/s1600/cropped.jpeg" width="259" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>
<iframe allow="autoplay; fullscreen; picture-in-picture" frameborder="0" height="640" src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/905232189?badge=0&autopause=0&player_id=0&app_id=58479" title="A Buss from Lafayette: Rollicking and Readable!" width="360"></iframe>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-6084921592659591622023-11-25T11:10:00.006-05:002023-11-25T11:22:47.150-05:00<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2sXi2yAelecnpUs_PoV7JihhLNMylTshTnHzY2itGA8K4xtBAaKmFZtyDVW0-X5lPZX5uc8RHbDx6whSqxxGFhtvIoKRqpZkPV2aW0Vw1KZov7LBmezFpjAil0lhTIP5tytE759QwpEVzJtR9AQ0FZfRdeT-qn9P3_XlrGOgKT2rl8HM99fkifK8xce8/s2048/A%20Buss%20Cover2.2FINAL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1330" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2sXi2yAelecnpUs_PoV7JihhLNMylTshTnHzY2itGA8K4xtBAaKmFZtyDVW0-X5lPZX5uc8RHbDx6whSqxxGFhtvIoKRqpZkPV2aW0Vw1KZov7LBmezFpjAil0lhTIP5tytE759QwpEVzJtR9AQ0FZfRdeT-qn9P3_XlrGOgKT2rl8HM99fkifK8xce8/s320/A%20Buss%20Cover2.2FINAL.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"> Finding reviews in the oddest places!</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As some of you may know from my website, <a href="http://www.dorotheajensen.com">www.dorotheajensen.com</a>, I used to have another website spotlighting <i>A Buss from Lafayette</i>. After a few years, I found that keeping up two sites with sometimes overlapping content was too much for me. I canceled everything I could, and stopped payment on the site host, thinking that meant the end of it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Not long after that, however, I discovered that my old domain name had apparently been acquired by a Nigerian scam group. Weirdly enough, they left all the information about my book in situ. Instead, they inserted links to their scams <i>inside</i> what I had originally posted. Very Strange.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Recently I stumbled across my old site's latest iteration. It is now being used to attract people to some other kind of foreign investment venture. Oddly enough, it appears that someone actually read <i>A Buss from Lafayette</i> and wrote a review on the site! (I believe that this was done so that all the positive qualities of my story could be linked to the positive qualities of the investment deal.) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Since I feel that a review is a review no matter its source or purpose, however, I am posting it here:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141412; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 24px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>Once upon a time, in the world of literature, there was a remarkable historical novel for young adults known as "A Buss from Lafayette." Written by the talented author Dorothea Jensen, this book took readers on a journey through time and history, offering a delightful blend of education and entertainment. In "A Buss from Lafayette," readers are introduced to a witty young girl in New Hampshire who embarks on a quest to discover her family's past, understand her own identity, and explore the significant role of General Lafayette in America's fight for independence during his Farewell Tour of America in 1824-5. As they turn the pages, readers are not only captivated by the intriguing characters and their adventures but also enlightened about a pivotal period in American history.</i></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141412; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 24px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>"A Buss from Lafayette" is a story of discovery, identity, and the pursuit of what is just and right. It reflects the values of integrity, honesty, and the relentless quest for truth. . .</i></span><span face=""Source Sans Pro", Helvetica, sans-serif"> </span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141412; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 24px;">Clearly whoever read my book and wrote about it understood what I was trying to do.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141412; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 24px;">Not bad for a foreign investment dude!</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141412; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 24px;">Sincerely,</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141412; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 24px;">Dorothea</p></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-58079517042410860572023-06-27T08:07:00.003-04:002023-06-27T08:16:09.448-04:00Creating Elf Pix!<p><span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: x-large;">One reason I self-publish my elf books is that I so enjoy working directly with an illustrator.</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Today I will talk about the steps taken by my illustrator, Shayne Hood, and myself to create the perfect picture to illustrate a page of my story, </span><i style="font-size: x-large;">Bizzy, the Bossy Boots Elf.</i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> This scene takes place in the gift shop at an amusement park called “Santa Claus Lane,” which is shamelessly modeled on Santa’s Village in Jefferson, NH.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I started by actually visiting Santa’s Village with my husband, and Miles and Henry, our twin grandsons. They had been pressuring me to write a story about them ever since they realized that their two brothers and two cousins all were in other books I had written.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">For inspiration, my husband and I took Henry and Miles to Santa’s Village. Here they are in the gift shop there, which looks a bit like “Santa’s Workshop.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTbFiAnYZClXBXe91J_IlfhwwMAqdQbSj24MyH_MtmoVbHnxgEkVNOFFCnoZ2prAPY5wDnHGP7jdXdBEMkj9PRlIQ0Q0WzezwwO26ZICpCEN7h3jPYQVVJWGtjluNDcptRm-2DC4LxlXYmw1E1J4QICCGf4JS9Mwp_WwpdPx1C_mTX1NqiRxZsnmMy53Y" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="616" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTbFiAnYZClXBXe91J_IlfhwwMAqdQbSj24MyH_MtmoVbHnxgEkVNOFFCnoZ2prAPY5wDnHGP7jdXdBEMkj9PRlIQ0Q0WzezwwO26ZICpCEN7h3jPYQVVJWGtjluNDcptRm-2DC4LxlXYmw1E1J4QICCGf4JS9Mwp_WwpdPx1C_mTX1NqiRxZsnmMy53Y=w461-h616" width="461" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Henry (l) and Miles (r), aged 6, in "Santa's Workshop" </i></div></i></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div style="font-family: Palatino; text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: x-large;">at Santa's Village in Jefferson, New Hampshire, in July, 2019.</i></div><div style="font-family: Palatino; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">During the pandemic shutdown, I finally wrote the rhyming story about the Izzy Elves going on a vacation, in disguise, to the amusement part called “Santa Claus Lane.” (This was actually a small amusement park near Santa Barbara, CA, where the boys live. It operated from about 1950 until 2000.)<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><div style="font-family: Palatino; text-align: center;"><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In the story, Henry and Miles go to Santa Claus Lane, too, with their Gramma and Grampa. (My husband and I.) The boys have read all the other Izzy Elf books, and know 1) what all of the elves look like, 2) what each of them is named 3) what toys each makes, or job each does. (Blizzy makes snow globes; Fizzy makes Jills-in-the-box; Dizzy makes elfascopes; Quizzy makes puzzles; Whizzy wraps presents and designs wrapping paper; Frizzy has changed from styling dolls’ hair to making toy monster trucks; Tizzy reads and recommends books for Santa to deliver; Bizzy manages all the other elves.)</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Throughout the day, the boys and the elves keep ending up more or less on the same rides and in the same places, but Miles and Henry have not yet realized the identity of the eight disguised elves.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">One of their close calls comes at the amusement park’s gift shop. I wanted the picture to show how the elves and boys almost (but not quite) meet there. This meant there had to be some kind of structure which blocked the view of each from the other. Below is Shayne’s first sketch for this scene There were many aspects of this picture that appealed to me, but there was nothing that would keep the boys from seeing the elves.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGopLPJk-F4SNno8leR0ntCX-CSUNQFiYZ2YstWT47SFUW1DC2E3MY0lRV8W2Kps-7uzWqQ2YFb8HFAEczDcPakjLkYI1_X6ei7QuTFMhPGSDKqpVOB6GTD-S-B7VMyqi4aycRH5AiXtKvSd9I6QcGAFxoMzJklIwzM2bXNyloPVX7NirnerrBJPW0rpk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3012" data-original-width="2322" height="658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGopLPJk-F4SNno8leR0ntCX-CSUNQFiYZ2YstWT47SFUW1DC2E3MY0lRV8W2Kps-7uzWqQ2YFb8HFAEczDcPakjLkYI1_X6ei7QuTFMhPGSDKqpVOB6GTD-S-B7VMyqi4aycRH5AiXtKvSd9I6QcGAFxoMzJklIwzM2bXNyloPVX7NirnerrBJPW0rpk=w508-h658" width="508" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><i>Shayne Hood's first draft of the Santa's Workshop/Giftshop scene.</i></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">It occurred to me that some of the toys mentioned in the other stories could be for sale at the giftshop. </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> cut up Shayne's picture, moved the pieces around, sketched in a cabinet with a high back, and scotch taped the pieces together.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">I figured that a cabinet with a high back could separate the boys and elves, and also provide a place where various toys etc. made by the elves could be on display.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> My rough pieced-together version looked like this:</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfidlgjM_f0yiQcT0QPDsXAwqsbtyZEuOJKgHA3QhhusfMjR5hULFOXhozJwD52Qn5ggTolo4AEfF1hyAKH6C_KkEovBa6S2ZZLxBqC-GKpr3ayGWsyeSTLYig11tWummAN9dBWRTCi63SNdHDk-BebA11OJpFANgSPLRH3YcK2tP8_5FEaMCDYMK9MNc/s3257/Rough%20Gift%20shop.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3257" data-original-width="2662" height="580" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfidlgjM_f0yiQcT0QPDsXAwqsbtyZEuOJKgHA3QhhusfMjR5hULFOXhozJwD52Qn5ggTolo4AEfF1hyAKH6C_KkEovBa6S2ZZLxBqC-GKpr3ayGWsyeSTLYig11tWummAN9dBWRTCi63SNdHDk-BebA11OJpFANgSPLRH3YcK2tP8_5FEaMCDYMK9MNc/w475-h580/Rough%20Gift%20shop.jpg" width="475" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Shayne took this idea and ran with it! Here is the final version. </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">(Please notice that my husgand and I (and Santa Claus) are standing in line to pay.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3JCpF8URI7XIXOilwpb9qZ9sa6FcqYPA8hk5w0Ae1XYKt8F3zvO5DaLjGpyYPmjRL1iMee3BGak5LWIx-SCfatALeqdAbnFHotMEKpLH9wDSuQSlRTrEr39fZiBNxY8NYXBLTfObc9gFnBO9lln0yiB809-XE99u_CpmQW1bHjss4HSEDvRN07HtpvU8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3375" data-original-width="2625" height="612" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3JCpF8URI7XIXOilwpb9qZ9sa6FcqYPA8hk5w0Ae1XYKt8F3zvO5DaLjGpyYPmjRL1iMee3BGak5LWIx-SCfatALeqdAbnFHotMEKpLH9wDSuQSlRTrEr39fZiBNxY8NYXBLTfObc9gFnBO9lln0yiB809-XE99u_CpmQW1bHjss4HSEDvRN07HtpvU8=w478-h612" width="478" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Here is the verse telling what happened in the gift shop:</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><br /></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Izzies went on to their very next stop</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">Which the sign told them clearly was “Santa’s Workshop.” </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">“This doesn’t look much like the place where we work,”</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dizzy quickly remarked with a definite smirk.</span></p><p class="p4" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">“But have all of you noticed those hats with the ears?”</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">Asked Tizzy, “They’re <i>our </i>hats, or so it appears!” </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">What the elves did <i>not</i> notice across the wide aisles</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">Was that something was thrilling young Henry and Miles.</span></p><p class="p4" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">For the two had discovered some toys made by elves,</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">And recognized all of them, all by themselves!</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">Miles said,“There are monster trucks made by “Sad” Frizzy,</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">And Jills-in-the-boxes constructed by Fizzy!” </span></p><p class="p4" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">“There are elfascopes,” Henry said, “crafted by Dizzy,</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">And fun wrapping paper created by Whizzy</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">And Christmassy puzzles as painted by Quizzy!</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">And beautiful snow globes invented by Blizzy,”</span></p><p class="p4" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">Said Miles, “See the books recommended by Tizzy?</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">And the sign that the elves are all ‘managed by Bizzy!’ ” </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">The boys kept admiring the elves’ handiwork,</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">But called by their grand-folk, they turned with a jerk.</span></p><p class="p4" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then they heard someone say, “Come on, guys, time to go. </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">We won’t see the rest if we all are too slow!”</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">Someone else muttered “Bossy Boots,” but then murmured “fine,”</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">And the gaggle went out in a straggly line. ”</span></p><p class="p4" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">And finally, here is the cover for <i>Bizzy, the Bossy Boots Elf.</i></span></p><p class="p4" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="p4" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 94.5px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGUdevCfFYBrwGWbisExMvPuT7BpfCLlm124KpHwHuXAqxJ42gZiDfoAOJGw-03mWwH0XXNnJqdkNuc0uGDCcW6AEgTFdCHdOFJtlyop6KbeRm52-N54WAdbXKkqBPDph3K6pLBZAb-S8FXnCLfZb_QsXSEigRV_3innTL4GFmr089ndP3TwCDNz2AZ0/s5199/Bizzy_Wraparound_CMYK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3375" data-original-width="5199" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGUdevCfFYBrwGWbisExMvPuT7BpfCLlm124KpHwHuXAqxJ42gZiDfoAOJGw-03mWwH0XXNnJqdkNuc0uGDCcW6AEgTFdCHdOFJtlyop6KbeRm52-N54WAdbXKkqBPDph3K6pLBZAb-S8FXnCLfZb_QsXSEigRV_3innTL4GFmr089ndP3TwCDNz2AZ0/w661-h430/Bizzy_Wraparound_CMYK.jpg" width="661" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span></p></div><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><br /></p>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-50199834516942835132023-06-20T11:43:00.002-04:002023-06-20T11:43:16.638-04:00Always nice to find verification. . .<p><strong style="border: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; font-family: Raleway, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 20px 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></strong></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDrPFy4FHHqyzvzQChxwP3szT5Avxotk5e7_f4AZGmNYJo4sIzetdy4ESBDZRqM5PRGPrwk88Q1MbPDFs_EsKi333NrXjm947wnDKcwKpNPGnQ0AvXhe2z6uOb2WIa9xQ4VphLA45HX-z3SwxeeYRuh96jNm52MhODxvi3ymw3DcWXinLW4YaKt5DljU/s2048/A%20Buss%20Cover2.2FINAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1330" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDrPFy4FHHqyzvzQChxwP3szT5Avxotk5e7_f4AZGmNYJo4sIzetdy4ESBDZRqM5PRGPrwk88Q1MbPDFs_EsKi333NrXjm947wnDKcwKpNPGnQ0AvXhe2z6uOb2WIa9xQ4VphLA45HX-z3SwxeeYRuh96jNm52MhODxvi3ymw3DcWXinLW4YaKt5DljU/s320/A%20Buss%20Cover2.2FINAL.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><strong style="border: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; font-family: Raleway, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 20px 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></strong></p><p><strong style="border: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; font-family: Raleway, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 20px 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I found this on the Concord Insider today:</strong></p><p><strong style="border: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; font-family: Raleway, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 20px 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 20px 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">June 22, 1825: </strong><span style="color: #333333; font-weight: 400;">The Marquis de Lafayette, hero of the American Revolution, visits Concord during his government-sponsored tour of all 24 states. Driven down Main Street in a four-wheel carriage, he is greeted by a crowd of 30,000 to 40,000. At the State House, 200 to 300 Revolutionary War veterans gather to shake his hand. Many weep. Nine years later, Concord’s Fayette Street will be named in memory of this day. An elm planted on the State House lawn to commemorate the event will flourish until 1956, when the state pays $300 to get rid of it. Gov. Lane Dwinell will salvage a few engraved gavels from the Lafayette elm. Other residents will use slabs from the trunk for coffee tables.</span></strong></p><p><strong style="border: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; font-family: Raleway, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 20px 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></strong></p><p><strong style="border: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; font-family: Raleway, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 20px 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></strong></p><p><strong style="border: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; font-family: Raleway, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 20px 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Here's some of my account of the day Lafayette was honored in Concord, NH as per Chapter 13 </strong><strong style="border: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; font-family: Raleway, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 20px 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">of A Buss from Lafayette</strong></p><p><span face="Raleway, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1c1c1c;">“The conversation was equally as brisk, with Major Weeks telling us all about the huge celebration honoring Lafayette that had been held in Concord the day before.</span></p><p><span face="Raleway, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1c1c1c;">I noted that he did not preface it by describing what he had worn to the celebration.</span></p><p><span face="Raleway, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1c1c1c;">He did say that Concord had been filled to the brim with nearly forty thousand people, more than ten times the town’s normal population. Two cannons on the hill back of the State House kept firing away, and the church bell of Old North Church rang and rang and rang.</span></p><p><span face="Raleway, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1c1c1c;">“Ladies and little girls showed up with their arms absolutely full of roses to bestow on the Nation’s Guest,” the major went on. “Then, when the procession with the man himself arrived, there was such a frenzy as I have never heard or seen in my entire life!”</span></p><p><span face="Raleway, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1c1c1c;">“Was the procession just the General and his entourage?” Prissy asked.</span></p><p><span face="Raleway, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1c1c1c;">“Oh, no, ma’am, ’twas far grander a spectacle than that!”</span></p><p><span face="Raleway, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1c1c1c;">We all listened spellbound as the major told of Lafayette arriving in a barouche drawn by six white horses, followed by a stagecoach carrying his son, George Washington Lafayette, his secretary, Mr. Levasseur, and Amos Parker.”</span></p><p>—<i>A Buss from Lafayette</i> © 2016 by Dorothea Jensen</p><p><strong style="border: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; font-family: Raleway, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 20px 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></strong></p><p><br /></p><span class="gmail_signature_prefix" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;">--</span>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-43888916021166026922023-04-23T08:58:00.007-04:002023-06-25T12:50:58.257-04:00Washington Chasing Mr. Brown at Brandywine<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I recently came across an account of Washington at Brandywine which matches up very well with my description in <i>The Riddle of Penncroft Farm,</i> and even has an illustration!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6_6YIfQJjUTajCNntSPxlMJ8xBbDG-vGqOBsIwkinuCGl9FAQ_gW6_94peVN0HhiX-hCXwgkSLP67zVafka8AAQHQ_cT_0moYorrAOUGQZSa6__xiOMQK65vyuoAf6ZQP9wm7ps9J09vS9VScHlzyvLsA3QRXLzMmlQxmdjfMiuw-ZAgu7CSJh39/s1600/ontrailofwashing00hill_0185.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1069" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6_6YIfQJjUTajCNntSPxlMJ8xBbDG-vGqOBsIwkinuCGl9FAQ_gW6_94peVN0HhiX-hCXwgkSLP67zVafka8AAQHQ_cT_0moYorrAOUGQZSa6__xiOMQK65vyuoAf6ZQP9wm7ps9J09vS9VScHlzyvLsA3QRXLzMmlQxmdjfMiuw-ZAgu7CSJh39/w198-h296/ontrailofwashing00hill_0185.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Arthur Becher, illustrator</div><p>Meanwhile Washington, hearing the firing far away on his right and fearing some disaster, dashed toward the sound, followed by his Aides and guided by a frightened and unwilling old man, named Joseph Brown, who had been hoisted on a horse and told to away on his right and fearing some disaster, dashed toward the sound, followed by his Aides and guided by a frightened and unwilling old man, named Joseph Brown, who had been hoisted on a horse and told to lead the way at top speed. Away they dashed across the fields, flying over fences and ditches, Washington continually urging his guide to set a faster pace and exclaiming " Push along, old man! Push along! " whenever he showed signs of weakening. But despite this wild steeple-chase, before the Commander-in-Chief could reach the scene of action, the defeated columns came rolling back in dire confusion<i>.</i><span style="text-align: right;">—</span><i style="text-align: right;">On the trail of Washington; a narrative history of Washington's boyhood and manhood, based on his own writings, authentic documents and other authoritative information, by Hill, Frederick Trevor, 1866-1930. </i></p><p><i style="text-align: right;"><br /></i></p><p><i style="text-align: right;">***</i></p><p><i style="text-align: right;"><br /></i></p><p>By this time the gunfire was quickening, making Buttercup as skittish as an unbroken filly. I was still trying to get up on her when General Washington himself emerged from the house, calling for a guide to lead him to Birmingham Road. I half hoped and half feared that I would be that guide, but instead his aides brought up an elderly man from the neighborhood, Mr. Joseph Brown. Old Mr. Brown made every possible excuse not to go, but in the end was convinced at swordpoint where his duty lay. When he protested his lack of a horse, one of Washington’s aides dismounted from his own fine charger. As Brown reluctantly climbed into the saddle, Washington sat impatiently on his own beautiful white horse. The instant the frightened farmer was in place, Washington snapped a whip at the rump of the reluctant guide’s horse, which leaped into a gallop. The general followed, spurring his own mount until its nose pushed into the leader’s flank like a colt suckling its mother. Even this didn’t satisfy Washington, who cracked his whip and shouted, “Push along, old man, push along!” Spellbound, I watched the two race up the hill across the golden fields, jumping the fences as they came to them. I had never seen such horsemanship—superb on the part of the general, dreadful on the part of Mr. Brown. Behind them ran a ragged line of soldiers, rucksacks bobbing as they sped over the uneven ground. <i> </i><i style="text-align: right;">—The Riddle of Penncroft Farm </i></p>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-87681521294258763342023-04-19T07:24:00.001-04:002023-04-19T07:24:17.167-04:00My First Published Work!<p>During the 1956 presidential campaign, we went to see General Eisenhower in Peoria, Illinois. I wrote about our experience and my account was published in our elementary school "newspaper," called "Heard the Latest." (My last name was Johnson then, before I became Dorothea Jensen.) I was in the 7th grade.</p><p>Here's what I wrote:</p><p><br /></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p></p><div class="page" title="Page 1"><div class="layoutArea"><div class="column"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Palatino'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">OUR EPISODE WITH THE PRESIDENT</span></p></div></div></div><p></p></blockquote><div class="layoutArea"><div class="column"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 12pt;">By Dorothea Johnson</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p></div></div><p>
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<p><span style="font-family: 'Palatino'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">President Eisenhower is coming to Peoria. At this news, we were all pretty
excited, but it wasn’t till the day he came that we decided to go. So, at about 7:00
P.M. we started out. My father, uncle, brother, and I. We took some of Mom’s
friends with us too, but Mom decided to stay home.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'Palatino'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Well, my brother and I both were dressed up, and my father and uncle were
wearing suits. First of all, we went to the Bradley University Field House to see
him talk, but the place was crowded so they wouldn’t let us in so we went to the
airport, after buying some official-looking “I Like Ike” badges.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'Palatino'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">At the airport, it was mobbed so we lost Mom’s friends in the shuffle. Boy we
were lucky that happened, you will know why later as they were dressed in
Bermuda shorts and weren’t official-looking at all.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'Palatino'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Next, as we were looking for a place see the President taking off, we found a gap
in between a fence and a wall. We squeezed through and found ourselves in the
midst of Secret Service and FBI Men. One was calling Washington DC on a
phone hooked to a special truck nearby, describing the scene. They must have
thought Daddy was a senator or something because they didn’t pay any
attention to us. Before the President came, however, we noticed a foursome next
to us. They were Senator and Mrs. Dirksen and Governor and Mrs. Stratton of
Illinois. Pretty soon Governor Stratton came over, shook hands with all of us, and
talked to us like he would a senator or something! I was giggling because my
uncle’s glasses only had one shaft and he looked pretty silly.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'Palatino'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Later, when the President was about to take off in the plane, he was standing in
the door of the plane and was nodding at the main group of people, which was
way over on the other side from us, and my uncle fairly screamed at the top of
his lungs, “Good luck, Mister President!” The President turned, startled, then
smiled and waved his hat at my uncle. Of course, he had a reason to be startled,
for we were standing among the Secret Service and FBI Men.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'Palatino'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Then we went up to the cars the President had arrived in. They were black and
had chrome-plated handles for the S.S. and FBI Men to hold onto when they
stood on the running board. On the back of the Lincoln convertible there was a
big bulletproof transparent bubble. We stuck our heads inside the car and
knocked a few times on the bubble. Of course, we received a few glassy stares for
this.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'Palatino'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">When we had looked our fill, we went back to the car and found Mom’s two
friends waiting. We had bet ourselves that we could keep quiet about our
adventure ‘till we got home. We told them that we couldn’t see the President
from where we were. They told us we should have stayed with them because
they had a good view from the stands. (Of course, this filled me with
uncontrollable giggles.) Halfway home I burst with the giggles and told them the
whole story.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'Palatino'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">I will never forget, as long as I live, our little episode with the President.<br /></span></p></div></div></div><p></p>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-3461205008329245372023-01-15T10:14:00.006-05:002023-01-15T10:15:51.079-05:00Always nice to come across data online that backs up history bits I've used in my books!<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> ". . .<span style="background-color: white; color: #262d38; font-family: Frank, serif; font-size: 19.2px;">Lafayette’s division played a key role in breaking British defenses in Yorktown, which forced them to surrender on October 19, 1781."</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 19.2px;"><span style="color: #262d38; font-family: Frank, serif;"><a href="https://www.fatherly.com/play/hamilton-and-history-the-real-facts-about-lafayette-schuyler-and-laurens">https://www.fatherly.com/play/hamilton-and-history-the-real-facts-about-lafayette-schuyler-and-laurens</a></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px 68.4px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px 68.4px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px 68.4px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">When Washington appeared, with men, materiel, and horses,</span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px 68.4px;"><span style="font-size: large;">He put “The Boy” in charge of nearly one-third of our forces.</span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px 68.4px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thus on the Yorktown battlefield, our fa-vor-ite marquis</span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px 68.4px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Performed a starring role to win this final vic-to-ry.</span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "Bookman Old Style"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px 68.4px;"><i style="font-size: 20px;"> —Liberty-Loving Lafayette © 2020 by Dorothea Jensen</i></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-9425191131913200552023-01-11T09:15:00.003-05:002023-06-25T12:37:54.307-04:00Sliding in the history!<iframe allow="autoplay; fullscreen; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="889" src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/788291462?h=3dbf22817a&badge=0&autopause=0&player_id=0&app_id=58479" title="Sliding in History: A Buss from Lafayette" width="500"></iframe>
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Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-80022833765986879542022-11-28T06:08:00.003-05:002022-11-28T06:08:49.988-05:00The Riddle of Penncroft Farm: Meeting Aunt Cass<i>But before I’d taken more than a few steps, an eerie sound stopped me in my tracks. A spooky stream of notes, wheezy and piercing, was coming from the house. “What’s that?” I said in a hoarse whisper. Without missing a beat, Mom answered matter-of-factly, “Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, unless I miss my guess.” Dad sang along. “Duddle-la . . . deedle deedle deet deeeeee. Remember, Lars, when we saw 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea? That’s the pipe organ piece Captain Nemo played on board his submarine.” “Oh yeah,” I gulped. “Captain Nemo on the Nautilus.” “It’s only Cass playing her pump organ,” Mom said. “Go in and introduce yourself, Lars. You’re the one she’s most anxious to see. Besides, I have a surprise for her I have to dig out.” Suddenly I wasn’t too keen about walking into that creepy old place by myself. Swallowing hard, I marched to the door and tried the handle. It didn’t budge. </i> <br />
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Once I envisioned Aunt Cass working the foot pedals of an old-fashioned organ, it occurred to me that this was a bit like an exercise machine. That made me think of the Nautilus, very popular. This in turn made me think of the Nautilus in the <i>20,000 Leagues Under the Sea</i> movie I saw as a child. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's a link to a video of me reading this part of the story. (I posted a number of excerpts of <i>The Riddle of Penncroft Farm</i> videos on PBS and other websites during the 2020 shutdown.) Enjoy!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://vimeo.com/403252072">https://vimeo.com/403252072</a> </div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div></span></div>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-57399263470384450642022-11-28T05:40:00.002-05:002022-11-28T05:40:36.250-05:00Forgot to post: Labor Day Fun at the Museum of the American Revolution<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcwXA_bPlrzwLmPvT6qhPeQuPmTtnkvDBwvExmGawsEnSk9uI2-1M_KSGqJQBiRylnudeYuSgax888B4-E1yf9J-OXKD0DJ5iujsq-NTz4uac_HsaT5WTLHvyhAbEGbaK8a_aMdH2qTi_i5gVGp_yh3YfVrzZxnlqLTNqyvA01biEG27VDJBJVLguO/s1113/Be%20the%20Revolution%20copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1113" data-original-width="769" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcwXA_bPlrzwLmPvT6qhPeQuPmTtnkvDBwvExmGawsEnSk9uI2-1M_KSGqJQBiRylnudeYuSgax888B4-E1yf9J-OXKD0DJ5iujsq-NTz4uac_HsaT5WTLHvyhAbEGbaK8a_aMdH2qTi_i5gVGp_yh3YfVrzZxnlqLTNqyvA01biEG27VDJBJVLguO/s320/Be%20the%20Revolution%20copy.jpg" width="221" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU15KznBzW496yXRC3T07slCIos4TO3WbFjwcmSNnM4MHHrk6ae_HTNB79GQW6w4dIQvhluWeSgHfKKm_3kiSHlaotcWCektH_NvEtXlh0fSRXv8WB92J5hRBWaCFJ0LAQG4jBPoRPRso-R0a3y4X6K_R4K2rpWU4LZCeTy7QFspTKSzjyGceYr16Q/s2686/MOAR%20display.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2599" data-original-width="2686" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU15KznBzW496yXRC3T07slCIos4TO3WbFjwcmSNnM4MHHrk6ae_HTNB79GQW6w4dIQvhluWeSgHfKKm_3kiSHlaotcWCektH_NvEtXlh0fSRXv8WB92J5hRBWaCFJ0LAQG4jBPoRPRso-R0a3y4X6K_R4K2rpWU4LZCeTy7QFspTKSzjyGceYr16Q/s320/MOAR%20display.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had a wonderful day at the terrific Museum of the American Revolution in Philadelphia on Saturday. I joined six other members of the American Friends of Lafayette to speak with museum-goers about Major General Lafayette. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEl1dXnDxbxYcIspHNE-07ipTE98vlqtAsrRYkeFyWLQkwElyiydzG1aK4WwLFhwtiYNP0SqMqQWAC68lE4tWWMlFjdqOhqiAD0FEvuh7SeDUlQ993siPO6tfvQfhh5toWBo3xAZkzG6NBNT76zd3FpU9X51IeBAr3FrOLlD6WeGRzzxgBi8A6MU0O/s3023/IMG_2375.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3023" data-original-width="2932" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEl1dXnDxbxYcIspHNE-07ipTE98vlqtAsrRYkeFyWLQkwElyiydzG1aK4WwLFhwtiYNP0SqMqQWAC68lE4tWWMlFjdqOhqiAD0FEvuh7SeDUlQ993siPO6tfvQfhh5toWBo3xAZkzG6NBNT76zd3FpU9X51IeBAr3FrOLlD6WeGRzzxgBi8A6MU0O/s320/IMG_2375.jpeg" width="310" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-61033708607552919432022-11-28T05:39:00.001-05:002022-11-28T05:39:13.140-05:00A Note of the British Arriving in Philadelphia<p> </p>
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in and took possession of the city. *<br />
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special missions. They wore tall bear skin hats bearing the Latin motto "Nec Aspera Terrent,” which
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<p><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Some Philadelphians were happy to see the British come, as evidenced by the comments of seventeen-year-
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<p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: 700;">To the great relief of the inhabitants who have too long suffered under the yoke of arbitrary Power;
and who testified their approbation of the arrival of the troops by the loudest acclamations of joy.
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<p><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Others simply wondered what was to befall them during the British occupation.
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<p><span style="font-size: 10pt;">A ten-year-old boy known only as “J.C.” remembered
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<p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: 700;">Their tranquil look and dignified appearance have left an impression on my mind, that the British
grenadiers were inimitable ... I went up to the front rank of the grenadiers when they had entered
Second Street, when several of them addressed me thus, -- 'How do you do, young one -- how are you,
my boy' -- in a brotherly tone, that seems to still vibrate on my ear; then reached out their hands,
and severally caught mine, and shook it, not with the exalting shake of conquerers, as I thought, but
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I resolved to be very cool towards him so he would not do so. </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Baskerville, verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">—<i>A Buss from Lafayette, </i></span></span><i style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Baskerville, verdana, serif; font-size: x-large;">© 2016 by Dorothea Jensen, </i><i style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Baskerville, verdana, serif; font-size: x-large;">Chapter 23 </i></p><p><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Baskerville, verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: 19.2px;"><i><br /></i></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Baskerville, verdana, serif; font-size: 19.2px;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLuX0CJ2ltdMqRRmmmK7YGCTpE-fUuD-t-48EMGSqL_6t4zoKapf6c0joqpnpKufUIlrjKOQcyUEYDvMnDJl2C57bWHaFICB-Lig3s1bf_l_aX0wDFkkJk4Oa4nU6hH-FFczQgqGAwUahbrkJh9qfcFCF73gvqqmUd1wADUtrJwVhcMYWzbgYG-e_B" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="892" data-original-width="1198" height="475" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLuX0CJ2ltdMqRRmmmK7YGCTpE-fUuD-t-48EMGSqL_6t4zoKapf6c0joqpnpKufUIlrjKOQcyUEYDvMnDJl2C57bWHaFICB-Lig3s1bf_l_aX0wDFkkJk4Oa4nU6hH-FFczQgqGAwUahbrkJh9qfcFCF73gvqqmUd1wADUtrJwVhcMYWzbgYG-e_B=w640-h475" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>A dance card from Houltonmuseum.org</i></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It recently occurred to me that when I wrote this scene, I left out an "artifact" that would have been present at most dances in the 19th C. And I should NOT have forgotten it, as this was an artifact that was still around when I started going to dances a century and a half later. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">What am I talking about? DANCE CARDS. These were printed and handed out to young ladies at the beginning of the evening. All the dances would be listed, with a space opposite where a young man could write in his name, if so permitted and accepted by the young lady. (I can't help wondering how the young men kept track of the dances they had promised.) </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, when I went to high school many, many years ago, dance cards were still given to the girls attending a formal dance. By that time, however, she only danced with her date, so one ever wrote in the dance cards! I was still happy to hook one around my wrist and enjoy the link to the past! </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I am delighted that I will be able to insert the missing dance card into the dramatization of this scene I am writing for performance during the upcoming Lafayette Farewell Tour Bicentennial!</span></p>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-41408449054919598152022-05-31T08:37:00.005-04:002022-05-31T09:56:09.249-04:00Washington Chasing the Guide at the Battle of Brandywine<p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nCCua-XQ_sDP7ljlCeM7h3aKiIceV0rc8i45-U5NFomdq1bLJN41ahrWnVcInpGDsHoG37ZayCvicfMIOgA_MEBQ0H6Jx7wWxGOTQDBxrIo-501Cjo5W6_-Qsv6rvWbn2ZN3h9MUB00Ior2W33mTpi3pzRzdRuh28SH5wCEX0_VkCEDzS7O4y2Fs/s1188/Screen%20Shot%202022-05-31%20at%209.37.03%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="834" height="523" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nCCua-XQ_sDP7ljlCeM7h3aKiIceV0rc8i45-U5NFomdq1bLJN41ahrWnVcInpGDsHoG37ZayCvicfMIOgA_MEBQ0H6Jx7wWxGOTQDBxrIo-501Cjo5W6_-Qsv6rvWbn2ZN3h9MUB00Ior2W33mTpi3pzRzdRuh28SH5wCEX0_VkCEDzS7O4y2Fs/w368-h523/Screen%20Shot%202022-05-31%20at%209.37.03%20AM.png" width="368" /></a></span></div><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I found this picture at the yesteryearnews website. It is entitled:</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>Washington and his Staff Following a Guide Across Country at the Battle of Brandywine, September 11, 1777.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> It shows Washington madly chasing the guide who is leading him to where the British outflanked the American line. It was created by Arthur E. Becher as an illustration for the 1910 book, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>On the Trail of Washington; a Narrative History of Washington's Boyhood and Manhood, Based on His Own Writings, Authentic Documents and Other Authoritative Information, by Frederick Trevor Hill. </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">Below is how I described this scene in my novel </span><i style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">The Riddle of Penncroft Farm:</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Squire Cheyney handed me Daisy’s reins with a warning to waste no time, then rushed away with the aide. By this time the gunfire was quickening, making Buttercup as skittish as an unbroken filly. I was still trying to get up on her when General Washington himself emerged from the house, calling for a guide to lead him to Birmingham Road.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">I half hoped and half feared that I would be that guide, but instead his aides brought up an elderly man from the neighborhood, Mr. Joseph Brown. Old Mr. Brown made every possible excuse not to go, but in the end was convinced at swordpoint where his duty lay. When he protested his lack of a horse, one of Washington’s aides dismounted from his own fine charger.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">As Brown reluctantly climbed into the saddle, Washington sat impatiently on his own beautiful white horse. The instant the frightened farmer was in place, Washington snapped a whip at the rump of the reluctant guide’s horse, which leaped into a gallop. The general followed, spurring his own mount until its nose pushed into the leader’s flank like a colt suckling its mother. “Even this didn’t satisfy Washington, who cracked his whip and shouted, “Push along, old man, push along!” Spellbound, I watched the two race up the hill across the golden fields, jumping the fences as they came to them. I had never seen such horsemanship—superb on the part of the general, dreadful on the part of Mr. Brown. Behind them ran a ragged line of soldiers, rucksacks bobbing as they sped over the uneven ground.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Excerpt From: Dorothea Jensen. “The Riddle of Penncroft Farm.” Apple Books. </span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I would like to point out that the fence in the picture appears to be a stake-and-rider fence, mentioned elsewhere in the story. The rider behind Washington on the left side has red hair, so I choose to believe it is supposed to be Lafayette. Mr. Brown, does not look old enough to be an accurate depiction of the reluctant guide, however!<br /></span><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><br />Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-18461359731321359492022-03-27T15:12:00.005-04:002022-03-27T15:12:53.909-04:00That last pizza piece could leave you single!!<p>I love reading the posts on the New England Historical Society website. They are always interesting and registration is FREE! </p><p>This was an interesting account of New England superstitions relating to finding a spouse.</p><p><a href="https://www.newenglandhistoricalsociety.com/cabbages-and-biscuits-new-england-superstitions-about-choosing-a-husband/">https://www.newenglandhistoricalsociety.com/cabbages-and-biscuits-new-england-superstitions-about-choosing-a-husband/</a></p><p>One of those included was this:</p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><ul style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: outside; margin: 10px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><li style="border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 50px; padding: 5px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">If a young man at the supper-table or at a party takes the last biscuit on a plate, he will be an old bachelor. The young woman who does this is likewise fated to live single.</li></ul><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif;">A version of this was still around when I went to college, which was that a girl who took the last piece of a pizza would end up an old maid. </span>(Although it never stopped me from doing so.)<br /><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;">I don't know if I knew about this superstition because my family was from New England, or whether this was also current in the Midwest.</p><div style="text-align: left;">Does anyone ese remember this superstition?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPMqkucxHh-JSuT1t9Cyuf_Is-Ff7e8Cuq4YK9EtgYUHpZvyYFkL6wgod8IjEZkvzfgSluN-7NjRaDNxPyLo9xiu59G2QlP4nK1kCYXJXk3Zsb2xz9eLfw_DeRmAsgA7rpyA8G2oRZU3nJXQZgc31WVkTGug8K60AnhOQuvGT84mIcM7S3a99xw6R/s712/pizza.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="474" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPMqkucxHh-JSuT1t9Cyuf_Is-Ff7e8Cuq4YK9EtgYUHpZvyYFkL6wgod8IjEZkvzfgSluN-7NjRaDNxPyLo9xiu59G2QlP4nK1kCYXJXk3Zsb2xz9eLfw_DeRmAsgA7rpyA8G2oRZU3nJXQZgc31WVkTGug8K60AnhOQuvGT84mIcM7S3a99xw6R/s320/pizza.jpeg" width="213" /></a></div></div>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337555025700368398.post-78845748596143894022022-03-27T14:58:00.003-04:002022-03-27T14:58:52.142-04:00<p><br /></p><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></h2><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOZS7Ukb3QbDKbMb5X9y95cPGJ8RPVNwbNP55Cvlmmt4YQSxFCuXGvkHnG2WfWfOCIm0beTdpN-8Va2XzRqXIo4ezHHbyqWDek42TTdMnI3oc3D8fp1zj30Cuf0bnYRamNNC0sNKuf3_RRk8bAeJYxRJV5VINwlitT2ml-R5W5HVSRPdGxmQOor3a/s5359/BussCoverPurple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5359" data-original-width="3586" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOZS7Ukb3QbDKbMb5X9y95cPGJ8RPVNwbNP55Cvlmmt4YQSxFCuXGvkHnG2WfWfOCIm0beTdpN-8Va2XzRqXIo4ezHHbyqWDek42TTdMnI3oc3D8fp1zj30Cuf0bnYRamNNC0sNKuf3_RRk8bAeJYxRJV5VINwlitT2ml-R5W5HVSRPdGxmQOor3a/s320/BussCoverPurple.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><br /></h2><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A great new review from a Readers' Favorite Reviewer!</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaOAfeUv1eHUbQolJj38vW2XDt5VQCeqhazk3CaGuz3aWf3xaribGalW-KMrcq2sJyAzqfjcLCRisFjLxt2mg3KThcia_ZUb1MhSD31f6eicXhrhe1UWWtaagQI4nCsbquWjWxfQ2pgZQZYpVtBRuFfxBs7dQpuAshLSBRK8zcLIiweEblq5bG34L6/s586/Buss%20title.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="586" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaOAfeUv1eHUbQolJj38vW2XDt5VQCeqhazk3CaGuz3aWf3xaribGalW-KMrcq2sJyAzqfjcLCRisFjLxt2mg3KThcia_ZUb1MhSD31f6eicXhrhe1UWWtaagQI4nCsbquWjWxfQ2pgZQZYpVtBRuFfxBs7dQpuAshLSBRK8zcLIiweEblq5bG34L6/s320/Buss%20title.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, Georgia, serif; font-size: 18pt;">". . .a charming coming-of-age novel. Jensen's admiration for Lafayette and other Revolutionary War heroes is reflected in the rich historical details and her meticulous research. Clara is a well-written and nuanced character. Her struggles are relatable and her relationships with the other characters are realistically written. This is a great read for any young history lover."</span></p><p class="from_wysiwyg" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Lora, Georgia, serif; font-size: 1.02em; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px; text-align: right;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 18pt;"><em style="box-sizing: inherit;">—Heather Stockard, Readers' Favorite</em></span></p>Dorothea Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04375487311554592857noreply@blogger.com0