New on the Bookshelf
A Little Help is MaryEvelyn’s first illustrated children’s book. Her unconventional style of writing using the character as the storyteller as it presently happens, brings you into the story with no lapse of time.
“As a child our perception of what was going on around us was what we believed, as well as, it was out of our hands and in Gods hands no questions asked.
As an adult we ask questions about who we are and what is our purpose. As we yearn for answers we are led to the truth.
My truth…I am God, you are God. I create everything in my life, the so called good, as well as, bad. Nothing that occurs is out of my hands, everything comes from within. So create your life to be as you want, not to be as you don’t want. I am worthy, you are worthy.
As I so choose to evolve, my desires change. My life only gets better as I am consciously choosing to have my heaven on earth.”
Writing in a little annex room in the farmhouse that was once occupied by her grandparents and their children.
MaryEvelyn was born in the 50s and reared on a farm in a small town in Ohio. She was the youngest of nine children. Being the youngest MaryEvelyn was blessed by getting to play the role of an only child after all of her siblings had left home to pursue their dreams. This brought her to writing in a little annex room in the farmhouse that was once occupied by her grandparents and their children many years earlier. Being an only child left a lot of quality time for MaryEvelyn to use her imagination and that she did by writing everything that popped into her head. In the little annex was a little round hole in the wall which she found to be the perfect hiding place for all of her writings.
Stories from the Farm
Articles by MaryEvelyn about happenings and interest in her life from growing up on the farm to now.
MaryEvelyn grew up on a farm, the youngest from a large beautiful family. Her parents in her words were uniquely well balanced in their ability to rear a large family. The farm was where MaryEvelyn learn to enjoy nature in all forms from the birth of a baby calf, drinking fresh milk every morning, eating fresh vegetables and fruit from the garden and orchard to Sunday dessert of a two layer cake from scratch and her mother’s canned peaches from the cellar. Farm life was as exciting or as boring as you wanted to make it. But for MaryEvelyn roaming the fields, playing in a nearby creek and riding on the back of Pearl the horse while her father plowed the garden is just a glance into her many childhood memories on the farm.
Featured Articles
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Memories
As she worked in the garden I could see the few strands of grays peeking out around the natural curls of her jet-black hair. It was important to get an early start picking the beans that morning. I could smell the fresh cut hay in the breeze coming through the open window. Voices were coming from the barnyard…
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Real life that stopped my pen…
My oldest daughter wanted a dog when she was six years old. So off we did trot to the nearest animal shelter to find her perfect fur buddy. The first puppy she saw she fell in love with. She was a mixed breed of this, that and the other but I was assured the parents were only medium size so no worries should I have that our tiny fur ball would eat us out of the house one day. With that tidbit of information we were happily on our way home…