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For a child, every day is a thing of wonder. And for six-year-old Lily Lapp, every day is a new opportunity for blessings, laughter, family, and a touch of mischief.
Enjoy this excerpt from the first book in The Adventures of Lily Lapp series.
Chapter One: Strange Goings-On
It was still dark outside. Lily tried to keep up with Papa’s long strides as he carried little Joseph across the yard to where the horse and buggy were tied to the hitching post. The wet grass swished against the hem of Lily’s long annel nightgown, making it slap against her legs as they hurried along. She felt wet and cold.
Only moments before, Papa had awakened Lily from a sound sleep and handed her a coat to wear over her night- gown. Something mysterious was going on that wasn’t ex- plained to ve-year-old Lily.
Papa boosted Lily and Joseph up into the buggy and hur- ried to untie Jim, the buggy horse. Coiling up the rope, Papa tucked it under the seat before he climbed into the buggy. He gave a quick “tch-tch” to Jim and a light touch on the reins to guide the horse out the long, winding driveway.
The chilly night air had wiped all the sleepiness from Lily’s eyes. In the sky, stars twinkled and a full moon hung above the trees like a big golden ball. The only sounds she could hear were the clip-clopping of Jim’s hooves and the crunchy sound of the buggy wheels as they rolled over the gravel road. The leaves rustled in the chilly night breeze and cast danc- ing moon shadows in the trees along the road. The lanterns that hung outside the buggy created little circles of light that shone on Jim’s hindquarters. He twitched his ears forward and then back again, listening for Papa’s voice.
It seemed to Lily as if they were the only people in the world who were awake. There were no lamps shining in the houses they passed. There were no cars on the road. No birdsong in the trees. The only sound of nature she could hear was the sweet sound of spring peepers, calling to each other in the creek.
As soon as they arrived at Grandpa and Grandma Miller’s house, Papa hopped o the buggy and led Jim over to the long hitching rail. He helped Lily and Joseph jump down from the buggy. Then he reached under the buggy seat for a suitcase. Lily hadn’t noticed it until now.
Usually, Grandma and Grandpa Miller’s house looked warm and inviting when Lily’s family came for a visit. To- night, in the dark, it looked cold and forbidding. Scary. Papa walked up to the porch and knocked on the door. His loud knock echoed in the quiet. Lily and Joseph stood quietly next to Papa, waiting. Finally, the dim glow of an oil lamp appeared in a window and moved toward the door. The door opened to Grandpa and Grandma, standing in their nightclothes with worried looks on their faces.
“How is she doing?” Grandma asked.
“She’s doing ne,” Papa said, “but I need to hurry right back.”
Grandma nodded. She motioned to Lily and Joseph to come inside.
Papa paused on the porch for a moment. He bent down, gave Lily and Joseph a hug, and told them to be good little children until he came back for them. Then he ran to the buggyandhoppedin.Thebuggyclattereddownthedriveway. As Lily watched the buggy disappear into the dark, a feeling of forlornness swept through her.
Grandma and Grandpa made a little nest of several thick blankets on their bedroom oor. Grandma tucked Lily and Joseph carefully into the nest, blew out the light, and climbed back into bed.
Lily lay there staring into the dark. She could hear Joseph breathing quietly in his blanket nest beside her. He had al- ready fallen asleep! But then, he was barely four years old. He was just a little boy who didn’t understand things like she did. Shadows from the moving branches of the pine trees outside of the window moved eerily across the wall and oor. The big grandfather clock in the downstairs hallway counted down the minutes in loud ticktocks. She could feel a big lump grow in her throat. She wanted to cry.
Something must be wrong with Mama. She hadn’t even come to say goodbye before Papa had hurried them o to Grandpa and Grandma’s house.
Lily would never sleep tonight. Never.
She turned over once, and it was morning.
More about Life with Lily:
Based upon Kinsinger’s own childhood, it’s reminiscent of the Little House on the Prairie books. As it’s aimed at 8- to 12-year-olds, older readers may find the story’s flow awkward, but the humor and wonderment of childhood is worth the read. Lily enjoys the adventures of each new day. Whether it is facing a mean new teacher or sneaking out of the house instead of taking a nap, she is a bundle of activity. As you travel with her, you’ll learn the Amish way of life.
For a child, every day is a thing of wonder. And for six-year-old Lily Lapp, every day is a new opportunity for blessings, laughter, family, and a touch of mischief. As she explores her world, goes to school, spends time with her family, and gets into a bit of trouble with her friends, Lily learns what it means to be Amish and what it means to grow up. From getting a new teacher to welcoming a new sibling, Lily’s life is always full of adventure.
The first of four charming novels that chronicle the gentle way of the Amish through the eyes of a young girl, Life with Lily gives children ages 8-12 a fascinating glimpse into the life of the Amish—and lots of fun and laughter along the way. It combines the real-life stories of growing up Amish from Mary Ann Kinsinger and the bestselling writing of Amish fiction and nonfiction author Suzanne Woods Fisher. With charming illustrations throughout, this series is sure to capture the hearts of readers young and old.
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About the Authors:
Mary Ann lives in the mountains of Pennsylvania, in the same area where Lily grew up. Like Lily, she was raised in an Old Order Amish home and had five little busy brothers and two wonderful parents.
‘The Adventures of Lily Lapp’ series is inspired by Mary Ann’s happy childhood. Most of the stories—but not all—actually happened pretty close to the way it’s told in the books.
Today, Mary Ann is no longer Old Order Amish. She loves to cook delicious meals for her four children and her very nice husband. She likes farm animals, but she does not like mice. She also writes a blog called “A Joyful Chaos” and enjoys hearing from readers.
Suzanne’s grandfather was raised Plain—one of eleven children born on a farm near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. She called him Deardad, even though he was a very stern, very serious fellow. That was where her interest in the Plain people began.
Deardad started his career as a teacher in a one-room schoolhouse called Pigeon Hill. Many years later, he finished his career as a publisher for a magazine. That was where Suzanne’s interest in writing began, too.
Suzanne lives in California with her family and big yellow dogs. When she isn’t writing, she’s raising puppies for Guide Dogs for the Blind. You can find Suzanne at www.suzannewoodsfisher.com. She likes to hear from readers!