Granddaughter selsl Grandmothers books at school

Well, it's just nothing but bitter cold here in Wisconsin.  Below zero every day and going to get worse again for another week.  Good time to hide out and write, but still have to go out to work, shop and watch my granddaughter perform on Saturday night.  She is part of the opening ceremony for the Bloomer Rope Jumping Competition on Jan. 25, 2014. 


Speaking of her I have a cute, cute story to share.

I got a phone call from my granddaughter the other day telling me that she had been carrying my book around with her at school. Everyone asked her about it I guess, and she said she was selling them for $5 -$10, she wasn't sure. She asked me & was hoping I wouldn't be mad that I had to make all those photocopies of the book. PRICELESS!!!

I explained to ...her that I have tons of books already made up and I told her that $8 would be just fine. So, when I picked her up on tues., I asked her how many still wanted books after they found out the price. She read me the list & only 3 backed out. She still had 14 buyers. How cool is that!!!!! I am taking her with me to sales, for sure! I told her I would reward her, she said she didn't need one.

Well, I am taking $2.00 from each book sold to do something for her classroom.  Maybe pizza party or something they need or want, haven't decided yet.

 Proud Grandma

/////Debra A. Patrow, Acres of Bitterness, Wisconsin, Idaho, Rocky Mts. Bitteroot Mts. Native Americans, Historical Fiction, Nez Perce, Romance Novel, 1877, 1905,1930, love, loss, birth, death, intrigue, mystery, suspense, history, family secrets, three decades

Winter Wonderland Windchill

Here we are again in our winter wonderland.  3+ inches of snow yesterday and wind chill so bitter that school was cancelled again to protect out children. I am happy for that, those cute little faces do not need to be frozen off!!  I do remember a week long furlough when my kids were in school though, but I do not remember any other time that it happened.  Snow days yes, but as far as wind chill days no others come to mind.   


I am grateful today for all of my family that they are happy and healthy in whatever they choose to do.  I am grateful that no one is facing any serious illness or surgeries or anything that prevents them from carrying on with their lives.  I am grateful that I am able to be a part of those lives as a grandmother also.  My only grandparent, Grandfather Ignatz, passed away when I was 5 or 6. My father died at age 56 when I was twelve, so I missed out on having him in the greater majority of my life. My mother left us when I was 28 with three young children, that was such a shock to all of us.  As a result, I am been billed as "an over the top grandma" and I love every minute of it!!

Reducing Prices

Hello all,


I've decided I would love everyone to read and enjoy what I have created with my imagination.
So, I'm reducing the price from $11.99 to $8.99 and the s&h to $2.00.  I hope I will be able to reach more people this way.


Please take a chance and read my 8 years worth of creativity.

Breast Cancer Health - Planning Your Life

Boy, you never know what's going to happen to your health.  You can only plan on planning how your life is going to go and the rest is left to chance I guess is how I would put it.  I wouldn't have guess I would experience a major slowdown this past year.  After having surgery for Stage One Breast Cancer and having it successfully removed and cleared of all cancer cells, my life changed dramatically.  I no longer have the stamina that I once had and need a long nap every day, two hours right on the button.  No matter what time I get up in the morning or what time I go to bed, it's the same, still  a two hour rest is required.  I do have to go without a nap some days however, if I am gone or have company or something.  Then that next day, I can't wait to get to my nap pretty much as soon as I get up in the morning.  Now that is sad.  Alot of time invested in that down time.  But when I  wake up from said nap, I am ready to accomplish something.  Unfortunately, not enough time for major projects to be done quickly though.  Oh well, we all have our repercussion from health issues. 
So, I am trying to reduce the number of copies of Acres that I have stored.  Reducing the price hopefully will do that for me.  We shall see!!  Price will come down from $11.99 to $8.99.  Hopefully I will have some people taking advantage of the offier.








Debra A. Patrow, Acres of Bitterness, Wisconsin, Idaho, Rocky Mts. Bitteroot Mts. Native Americans, Historical Fiction, Nez Perce, Romance Novel, 1877, 1905,1930, love, loss, birth, death, intrigue, mystery, suspense, history, family secrets, three decades

Books in Print Price - Reduction

Reducing my price of Acres of Bitterness from $11.99 to $8.99.  Have to much inventory in stock and due to health reasons won't be getting out there to sell as much as I did before.  Please take advantage of this offer and read my book full of all of my amazing ideas for the characters.

Fibromyalgia, a cold, a cough and no sun

What do they all have in common?  They all put you right down for the count.  After a week and a half, I finally am coming out of the cold.  The sun is out today and it will be a productive one for me. With Fibromyalgia I cannot function without the sunshine and warm weather.  This last week was a very difficult one.  I am sure all of you fibro sufferers will agree, certain things aggravate the condition and sun deprivation is one of them for sure.  I don't know exactly how I will survive another Wisconsin weather at this rate. At least burning with wood helps warm me a little better.  Anybody else have tips how to deal with cold and dark ole' winter?

Prologue to Acres of Bitterness

PROLOGUE:

Everyone has a certain curiosity about their heritage and I have decided that the time has come for me to investigate mine.  I believed it would be an enjoyable pursuit back into the archives of my genealogy, little did I know how far removed from the simple realm of things this adventure would be.

There has always been something missing, I have always felt, both in my heart and in my mind.  Especially in my heart, I have had painful, pinching twinges shoot through my delicate life sustaining organ that began almost to the hour that we left our beloved home on Allison Creek.  And I would experience flashes of light and unfamiliar scenes quite often throughout my life, quite often interrupting my normal thought processes and terrifying me in my slumber.

My birth name was Josephine Anna LeClaire.  I am the result of a French-Canadian father and a Native American mother.  My first name stems from a two-fold admiration; my father’s to the Emperess Josephine, wife to Napoleon Bonaparte and my mother’s to Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce tribe, who was her uncle. 

To begin tracing my mother’s history appeared to be the logical point of origin; she was born in White Bird, Idaho and was a member of the Nez Perce tribe.  As for my father’s origin, he was born in Alberta, Canada in the wilderness area known as Gregoire Lake Provincial Park. The two met as young adults by mere happenstance and believed that they were fated to meet and fall in love.  My mother’s family had moved down to Riggins, just a short distance south of White Bird, and my father relocated there from British Columbia to work in the mill to be closer to her.

 You are always taking a chance when you attempt to learn the complete story, that, you may also be made aware of things that were not revealed for a reason.  Which is why it is now, only after both of my parents are deceased, and all of my own children are grown and on their own that I am putting aside my present family life in search of my lineage.  My father would always say, however, when my inquiring mind asked, that, “you know all that you need to know, Josie.”

My children, of course, met my decision with much skepticism and began strictly analyzing my motive and my need for closure in these matters. The general conception was that their mother and the grandmother to their children had “lost her mind.”  They thought I certainly must be mentally inept to even think of undertaking such a task.  “But you could get hurt, or lost or worse yet, be killed.”  I responded by telling them that they are viewing it in the incorrect context; I will not be trudging through the mountains or careening down the river in a canoe searching for clues.  Rather I am looking for the untold story.  It has become my mission in life, my duty, to discover life lines to pass on to their children’s children. Our history as it stands, based on the information I was given, is not complete and certainly not truthful.  And now that I have reached this point in time, I have been presented with the opportunity to discover all of the pieces of the puzzle that are my life.