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001 A Romance Novel

February 4th 2008 07:09

Here are eleven chapters of a novel by Roger Harris. He used the penname of Roi Allen. Roy Allen was the name of his brother who died many years ago. He is honoring his brother's memory in attributing the authorship to him.

I hope you will enjoy and grow spiritually from reading these eleven chapters.


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001 Chapter -- Irish Influences

February 4th 2008 06:37
That was his grandpa’s name, too, and that pleased him. He had always felt a closeness to Grandpa Sullivan. He was ever ready to go to Ohio, where they were today, whenever Lila decided to go see Grandma and some of the aunts.

If it was nice weather, as today, they usually stopped at Swamp College Cemetery to pay respects to the two family graves there, that of Grandpa and that of Uncle John, who had been killed in Germany during the War. Usually, Lila and her two sisters kept the graves looking as good as they could, considering the cheap headstones that had been put in place many years ago. Grandpa’s, in particular, was weathering badly; it was of cheap granite, and the polished surface was hardly readable any more.


Robert had been to that cemetery many times over the years and remembered how the markers had looked; at least, he remembered Grandpa’s. A cluster of grapes beside a plain cross was the design of the carving that Grandma Sullivan chose back in 1947. It was now hardly discernible on the old, cheap slant marker which had three lines of wording carved on it”
IN LOVING MEMORY
ROBERT SULLIVAN
1879 – 1947


Although his grandparents had been quite poor for most of their lives, Robert felt proud to be among their offspring. The Sullivan name, itself, brought a sense of being somebody. Robert figured that, somewhere in the last 100 years or so, someone had decided to drop the “O” from “O’Sullivan”, just to try to remove any stigma of being Irish. Yet, to Robert, the Irishness was a major part of the pride - - along with the solid Christian character of much of the old family. Besides his own observations, Robert had learned a lot about the family’s Christian heritage through stories Lila, his mother, repeated over the first nineteen years of his life.

There were a few scandalous events, skeletons in the closet, so to speak, but they were skillfully explained to Robert’s satisfaction. Generally, he was quite pleased to be a part of this Sullivan experience.

“Robert, are you listening, Son?” It was the voice of Lila. Clearly, she had been trying to talk to him for the last few seconds but was getting no response.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he finally responded. Chuckling, he added, “I guess I was just remembering things and so much involved in my thoughts that I didn’t hear you. What were you asking me?”

Joining her son in chuckling, Lila went on, “I was about to ask if you really remember Grandpa Sullivan. He’s been gone now for about eight years. You must have been around eleven or so when he died. What do you remember about him?”

“Yeah, I remember some stuff, like Christmas. You remember how we always had to go to Grandpa and Grandma Sullivan’s on Christmas Day every year.”

Lila nodded agreement. “I always wanted to see my family at Christmas. Chauncey never seemed to care about seeing his side of the family, but it was really important to me. So, what do you remember most about Christmas at Montezuma?” (Montezuma was the little town where the older Sullivans had settled in a small house to be near several of their children.”

“I never liked to come here to Ohio for Christmas, to be honest about it,” Robert answered. “None of us boys did.”

Confused, Lila chose the obvious question, “But, why?”

“Well, you and Dad always gave us a great Christmas, lots of toys and good stuff. We hated to leave it all behind for the day, when we had just seen it for a few minutes. Then, too, we knew Grandma didn’t have much money and couldn’t get us much of anything. So, we spent the whole day here with nothing great to do. Some years, Grandma Sullivan gave us a hanky apiece, with maybe the Three Little Pigs on it or something like that.” After a pause, Robert continued, “Of course, Grandma Lewis never gave us anything, not for any special days.” he explained. “I guess we were selfish, a little.”

“Not really, Son,” countered Lila. “Maybe I was the selfish one, dragging you boys out every time I wanted to make the long trip from St. Leon to here.”

“You didn’t get to come here often, Mom,” Robert didn’t want his mother to feel any guilt for seeing her family only three or four times a year. “Are we about ready to head back, now? I still have to do the milking and things before too late.”

“I’ve been wondering how to tell something to you and to your brothers and Chauncey,” Lila confessed. “I think I’ll be back here again next week to take Grandma back to live with us.” She looked troubled, deep in thought about something, aware that this unscheduled act would put a lot of strain on a less-than-ideal marriage. “You heard what Ruth said, didn’t you? You know a little about Grandma’s condition after what Ruth told us. I just have to do something to help Grandma.”

This was quite a surprise, but Robert tried to not show undo alarm, either in his facial expression or in his voice as he asked, “Can you really swing it? I mean, Dad will... err, where would you put her, and who would take care of her; I mean, you and Dad both work second shift.” He paused to do some more thinking, then went on, “Mom, if there’s no one else in the family to take her in, I guess I can try to be a help somehow, if there’s something I can do. Still, I don’t know what it would be, at least, not right at the moment.”

“You’ve got your life to live, Robert. I can’t expect any of you boys to take care of my mother. I have to talk to Chauncey and try to work out a plan.” Lila tried to smile and toss off any appearance of worrying. Walking toward the car, she suggested, “We’d better go back to Ruth’s and say good-bye and be on our way. You’ve got the milking to do, and probably a date with Sandra again tonight, right?”

Blushing a bit, Robert stammered out some news, “Mom, you told me a few days ago that maybe God was trying to tell me that I shouldn’t be seeing her anymore; remember the tight chest and the breathing problems I was having?” After Lila gave a slight nod while walking to the car, he went on, “Sandra is not interested in God or church. I don’t want to talk about it, but she’s wanting to carry on in ways that I don’t think the Lord approves. My pastor sometimes mentions the problem of going to places that I’ve sometimes gone with her. I don’t feel good about it.”

“So, it’s off?” Some relief showed on Lila’s face, but she said no more about it or about the earlier discussion they had had.

“It’s off. I’m sure God has a better choice for me. And it’s OK. I do like Sandra, but I love God and don’t want my life to displease Him.” After a pause, Robert asked, reaching out his hand for the keys, “Want me to drive?”

On the way from Ruth’s home to St. Leon, Robert and Lila had a lot of time to talk. Part of the talk centered on some possibilities for dealing with Grandma Sullivan’s move to their home; some was about general family concerns; some was about memories of the grandparents, especially the catfish heads which Grandpa nailed to the tool shed wall when he caught a really big one. Although Lila was not attending church, and hadn’t for most of her married life, she talked to her oldest son about church and her Christian life during her teen years and the early months of her marriage to Chauncey Lewis, Robert’s father.

During the two and a half hour trip home, Robert began telling his mother of how a book he had recently read had been influencing his life. “It’s called Have We No Right?. It’s really supposed to be a missionary book, but it deals with the day-to-day life of any Christian. This book got me to thinking, you know? I started out a little over a year ago to be a Christian. Some of the people at the Friends Church looked at me sort of funny, or at least I felt they did, when I went up to the altar that Sunday morning. They treat me OK, but I think some of them think I’m going off on the deep end, that I’m too Christian. I hope they don’t feel that way, but I think a couple of them do.”

“Who, Robert?” asked Lila with surprise obvious. “I didn’t think anyone felt that way. Who are they?”

“No, if I’m wrong, I wouldn’t want to have you feeling bad about someone, and for sure, I wouldn’t want them to even know I have these doubts.” He reached over and patted Lila’s shoulder as he drove northward to Michigan. “That’s not what I was wanting to say anyhow. This book suggests that we have no rights as Christians, that is, no rights to make big money or to get married or lots of other things. It’s only if God chooses for us to have these things that we may have them. Miss Kuhn, the writer of the book, feels that when we take up our cross daily to follow Him, like the Bible says, we are satisfied with what He chooses for our lives. That sounds good to me.”

As she occasionally did, Lila began losing her ability to be calmly rational. “Does this mean you’re not ever going to get married, Robert?”

“Not at all, Mom, he countered. “Probably God has someone for me, but I’m only nineteen, you know. What’s the hurry? But if not, I believe He will make me happy with whatever my life holds. Quit worrying. Besides, I’ve got better choices available than Sandra, you know. Remember the three girls at Buckingham Church I told you about? And, then too, when I went to Lester Chapel last Thursday night, I saw a girl who seems really nice, not that I’m looking that desperately, but my eyes are open.”

They decided to find other topics of discussion for the remainder of the trip to St. Leon, including how Robert’s college classes were coming.

Finally they pulled the red and white station wagon into the drive. Home at last.

As expected, Chauncey did not receive Lila’s request with great understanding, at least. not at first. As he usually did, he had to swear a few times, taking off the billed cap to expose his very bald, darkly tanned pate. Lila knew him well, though, and suspected that, after his tirade, he would become more rational. She was right, too. Although they had had enough conflict in their twenty-one years of marriage, they had some good foundations on which to build agreements. Neither of them felt their parents should ever be put into a nursing home if any of the children were able to take them in.

As Robert headed out to do the milking, he felt confident that his parents would work out some way to take in Grandma Sullivan. They cared about each other’s relatives, and despite any amount of swearing Robert heard, he knew they were concerned about caring for their people. Sometimes, Robert felt that his parents enjoyed bickering and acting angry with each other.

Because of the trip to Ohio, Robert had not got home early enough to get his daily chores done and still get to the Thursday night prayer service at a neighboring church. He decided that he would to go to the little country church on First Night service, Sunday night. He was torn between that church and Buckingham, which is his usual Sunday night choice.
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002 Chapter -- Scottish Influences

February 4th 2008 06:35

The Sullivan relatives, Lila’s side of the family, seemed honorable to Robert, somehow more honorable in some ways than the Lewis side. He greatly admired the Christian background of Lila (before she married Chauncey). He had also learned that most of his aunts and uncles on the Sullivan side had been dedicated Christians in their youthful days. Attending the church of God, most of them were involved in special music for the church, and many of them were baptized by the old lady pastor of the church. Although some of them had departed from their early teachings, they all seemed to remember and cherish the religious training that Robert and Sarah Sullivan had provided.

In Robert’s eyes, the Lewis side was less admirable than his mother’s family. Yes, he had a pride in being a Lewis, but it was altogether different than the pride in his Sullivan bloodline.

From what he’d been told over the years, Lila met Chauncey by accident. Chauncey’s oldest sister, Viola, lived in Montezuma and was active in the same church, which Sullivans had always attended. One Saturday afternoon, Chauncey paid a visit to Viola and her husband in Montezuma. On the same afternoon, Sarah Sullivan and Lila dropped in to see Viola on church business. It seems that Chauncey saw something in Lila, which he wanted for a wife so he began driving down from Michigan most weekends to see Viola, and to drop in at Sullivans. Much to Sarah’s dismay, this courtship developed into a proposal and, in time, to a simple non-church wedding. Chauncey was not much interested in church or religion but apparently pretended to care, at least, until after he had convinced Lila to marry him.

Robert had never known his father to show any inclination toward godliness. His habits of life, his foul language, and his general rough life style in no way resembled those of a Christian gentleman.

Chauncey and Robert were not much like father and son. If Chauncey was working outside on a tractor or working with the farm animals, Robert and his two brothers were not welcome to watch and try to help. Chauncey had little patience with children and usually told the boys, “Go in the house with your mother.” After many such messages, they no longer volunteered to go out to spend time with their father. Robert tried to like his dad but had little in common with him.

Still, there was a pride in being part of the Lewis family. Lewis is an old name, no doubt named after the island of Lewis, which is off the northwest coast of Scotland. Robert remembered accounts told by his father, and also by Grandma Lewis, that they were not just a Scotch family. There was an American Indian in the distant branches of the family tree. And, too, Grandma Lewis had been a Kirschner, a very German name. All of this added to Robert’s pride in the Lewis name.

True to his mostly Scotch heritage, Chauncey had some of the attributes, which Scotsmen are supposed to have. He was an extreme penny pincher as well as a pack rat. He seldom threw anything away. When an old automobile was no longer functioning and roadworthy, it was pulled to the back of Chauncey’s 80 acre farm and kept. Weeds grew up around and claimed the collection of cars and farm implements, which would never run again, but Chauncey always claimed that he was going to repair them and use them again.

Kerry was about as much a penny pincher and pack rat as his father. He was three years younger than Robert, somewhat taller and more muscular, and was gifted with good looks. To Robert, it seemed that everything which Kerry touched turned to gold. He always seemed to have money although it was Robert who had a full-time job. Too often, Robert was, to use Kerry’s phrase, “financially embarrassed”. Kerry did odd jobs for neighbors and answered ads he found in Boys Life Magazine, ads promising great prizes for selling such items as garden seeds, salve or wall plaques. He seemed able to sell anything to anyone and earned quite a lot of enviable prizes. The prize which he valued the most was the gold-fendered bicycle he earned for selling garden seeds.

The youngest of the three boys was Benjamin, whom they all called Ben. He was the only one in the household whose name was ever shortened. He was the only blond in the household; the other two boys had very dark brown hair. Ben was five years younger than Robert. He found himself excluded from his brothers’ activities to a great degree. Kerry and Robert had formed a rather close bond in early childhood, before Ben was born, and they remained pals and confidants throughout childhood. Ben tried to tag along with his brothers in the early days of his childhood but seemed to realize that he was an outsider, never able to become as accepted as he would have preferred. He found ways to entertain himself when the older boys ignored him.

Robert and Kerry loved their younger brother, of course, and were protective of him; they just preferred to not include him in their childhood play.

It was when Ben was four years old that the family became more concerned for his welfare. On the day after Easter Sunday, Ben had his new Easter basket in the back yard. He was pulling long grass along the fence behind the garage and placing it into his basket. An old neighbor lady walked down to visit Lila and Chauncey that morning. Ben saw her coming and began running toward her. He didn’t notice some twine on the ground, which tripped him. Falling forward, he put his hands in front of himself to stop his fall. His left hand fell, palm down, on a small sliver of steel, which had apparently fallen into the grass the previous fall when Chauncey had worked on a hay baler there. The steel severed some tendons of the hand, which flipped back into his wrist. The local doctor was unable to do more than ease the pain and stop the bleeding. He told Chauncey that it would be necessary to take Ben to Detroit for surgery.

Chauncey and Lila went twice a week to Detroit to visit Ben, leaving Robert and Kerry home to take care of chores. They were too young to visit Ben in the hospital, and neither of them liked the long drive to Detroit. Ben’s hand was never again completely functional after the surgery. The family became more protective of Ben from then on. Still, he was never able to become as close to either Kerry or Robert as they were to each other.

The family bond in Chauncey and Lila’s home was strong although unspoken. They seldom expressed affection in words, and not often in tender actions. Still, they all sensed that they were part of each other and everyone seemed secure in that.

When Lila came home from Montezuma and told Chauncey that Grandma Sullivan was getting worse, he scolded, swore and grumbled for a while, as Lila expected him to do. She suspected that he would cool down, though, and work with her to come up with some type of plan. After all, he had always prided himself in his vow that none of his family would end up in a nursing home if he could help it - - and Sarah Sullivan was considered a part of his family now. If she needed a home, he would arrange it somehow.

As Robert entered the kitchen after milking the only cow, which was now producing milk, he heard his parents discussing Grandma Sullivan. He eavesdropped as he strained the bucket of milk and poured two gallons of it into the pasteurizer to be processed before being refrigerated for the family’s use.

It was Lila speaking, “Ruth said she’s much worse since Billy left. She told me that Paul came in to check on Mom one day last week and found that she was burning the papers in the waste can, but she was burning them in the dining room. Chauncey, she’s going to hurt herself or maybe burn the house down if she’s left alone.”

After a couple of swear words, Chauncey asked, “It’s that hardening of the arteries in her head, ain’t it? They said it would get worse over time.”

Sadly, Lila continued, “Yes, she only remembers some things and only off and on. She sometimes calls me Ruth instead of Lila. While I was there, she said something about Dad being gone awfully late that day. I reminded her that Dad’s been dead for a long time. I could tell that it didn’t register when I said it. Her mind is gone.” She looked at Chauncey for a few seconds and added, “I can’t quit my job to move in with her, and the boys need me here anyhow. I don’t know what to do about her. And, I couldn’t afford a nursing home, even if I was willing to put her in one.”

“Let’s talk to Robert and Kerry about this. I can finish the middle bedroom upstairs for Ben. If he moves up there, you mom can use the downstairs room he’s been in.” Chauncey, true to Lila’s expectations, had cooled down and was ready to tackle the “family” problem. “You’ve got a lot of bills, I take it, so you can’t quit your job.”

Actually, it was Lila’s income, which provided most of the extras for the family’s use. True, Chauncey butchered a beef and a couple of hogs for the freezer every winter, and they had milk and chickens and eggs. Still, the carpeting on the floors and the reasonably nice furniture were present because Lila worked hard at the corrugated box factory and used her paychecks for these niceties. Birthdays and holidays were always celebrated in good fashion because of Lila’s income.

They decided to talk to the boys before making concrete plans for Grandma Sullivan, but Lila felt sure her husband would help in providing a home for her mother.

Not realizing that Robert was in the kitchen and listening to their conversation, Lila added, “Chauncey, good news. Today, as we were driving home from Ruth’s, Robert said he’s done with Sandra. He seems to have found a nice girl at Lester Chapel Church out there in the country, where Bill goes. I think he wished he could have gone there tonight, but it’s too late.”

Chauncey’s toothless grin, which Lila had grown to expect any time there was good news, was shining at the prospect of Robert and Sandra breaking up. His comment, though neither judgmental nor condoning, was, “Oh, yeah?” Lila understood that her man was concerned about their oldest son and that he seemed glad that the girlfriend situation was changing.

“Yes, it’s better for him to find a girl in church. I hope he lets us meet her before long,” sighed Lila.
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003 Chapter -- Influence of a Penny

February 4th 2008 06:33
As expected, Robert was faithful to the little Friends Meeting House on the First Day morning service, their way of expressing Sunday morning. Although a very small church, they were faithful to meet on Sunday mornings and to hold one or two revival meetings every year. Their small number of members and at tenders made it difficult to afford to have many services per week. As with many of the little congregations in the community, people attended their own churches on Sunday mornings and often attended neighboring churches on Sunday nights and prayer meetings nights. Robert usually attended four or five nights a week lately. He attended his own church on Sunday morning, usually Buckingham Community Church on Sunday night and since some churches had prayer meeting on Tuesday night, some on Wednesday night and some on Thursday night, Robert could go as often as five times a week if he so chose.

There were many churches he chose to attend besides his own. The Buckingham Church, about five miles away, was one of his favorites. The lady pastor was a Quaker, a member of the Society of Friends. However, the Buckingham Church was not of any denomination. Robert liked the messages the fervent little preacher lady brought. He did a lot of growing spiritually at her church, usually on First Day evenings. Too, she had three teenaged daughters and a son.

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004 Chapter -- Grandma's Influence

February 4th 2008 06:29

Lila and Chauncey decided that they had no choice but to take Grandma Sullivan into their home, giving her the downstairs bedroom, which Ben had been using. The move was not accomplished the next week as Lila had planned; it took three weeks to get ready.

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005 Chapter -- Influence of Quakers

February 4th 2008 06:27

Robert wondered if it would ever be possible to get Penny to visit his church on First Day morning services. When he felt a little more secure in their relationship, he would ask her to visit the St. Leon Friends Church.

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006 Chapter -- Impact of a Gift

February 4th 2008 06:25
Robert went to Lester Chapel Church for the Sunday evening service as he had told Penny he would do. His mind was busy, more so than usual, throughout the service. He did not actually concentrate on the service as much as he normally was in the practice of doing.

It was not an easy thing to simply shake off the feeling of confusion about the telephone call which Penny had received only a few hours earlier. Robert could understand the idea of not feeling close to a parent. He, himself, did not feel close to his father and never had felt the bond that some sons feel with their fathers. Still, if his dad had called him with a desperate-sounding message, Robert felt sure that he would give it serious consideration. He was sure that he would return such a call. Penny’s refusal to return her father’s call seemed less than honorable. She must have some pretty terrific problems in her background to have such negative feelings for her father and her sister.

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007 Chapter -- Impact of a Loss

February 4th 2008 06:20


The day before Thanksgiving was always an exciting time at Lila Lewis’ home. She worked diligently to prepare a perfect Thanksgiving meal for her husband and three sons. It was one of the major annual traditions and usually varied little from year to year. There was always a gigantic tom turkey in the oven overnight. Mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, gravy, noodles, pumpkin pie, dressing, a big relish plate, and some type of cranberry salad were always on the table or on the counter when the table was too full to hold any more.

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008 Chapter -- Influence of a Rebel

February 4th 2008 06:16
Robert drove Penny back to Adrian after Grandma’s funeral service was finished. He was not pleased to be the one to make this trip, but unless she called someone from her family to come for her, she had no other way to get there. They made arrangements to call each other after she got settled in El Paso. Of course, they would write, they told each other.

On the return trip, Robert decided that he would have to accept their friendship as a closed chapter of his life. It had been good; it had been pleasant; he had been hoping that something permanent would develop, but it did not happen. He must now go through whatever grieving period was needed and get on with his life. God had a plan for him, he was sure. The task now was to find God’s plan.

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009 Chapter -- Impact of a Storm

February 4th 2008 06:13

Months went by with no more contact from Ben. The boys seldom mentioned him, as they did not want to make their parents recall the pain of losing him. Robert continued to pray for his brother every day and requested prayer for him at church.

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