Come September

By Cindy Koch

Carrie is a young woman in her last year of journalislm college. She was raised by grandparents who would not talk about her parents. Any information she learned had to be hunted down. On her 21st birthday, she is surprsed with something that will help her find out crucial missing pieces. She finds much more than just answers along the way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Aug 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781512750775

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COME SEPTEMBER

CINDY KOCH

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Copyright © 2016 Cindy Koch.

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ISBN: 978-1-5127-5076-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5127-5077-5 (e)

WestBow Press rev. date: 08/19/2016

CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three Rose Hill

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six Phyllis

Chapter Seven Philly, Part 2

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine After Dallas

Chapter Ten The Letter

Chapter Eleven Over the River and Through the Woods

Chapter Twelve Big D Big D - Little a Double l –a-s

Chapter Thirteen Troubled Water

Chapter Fourteen Dream a Little Dream of Me…

Chapter Fifteen JGF

Chapter Sixteen

To Bob, With Love

The heart of the matter is the matter of the heart…

History is what some people choose to remember and others want to forget…

-Missouri History Museum

"Searching, I’m always searching.

Hoping; someday I’ll find…"

-Dreaming, Johnny Burnette

CHAPTER ONE

B ig, fluffy clouds rolled across a blue sky above a luscious green field. A child’s giggles filled the air. A woman with long, golden brown curls was tickling the child and every time she bent to tickle the girl, her curls bounced against the girl’s arms.

The alarm startled me awake and for a moment I forgot what I was dreaming. Slowly a homesick type feeling filled my stomach as the recognition of ‘the dream’ came. Ever had a dream that kept coming back? How many times I’d had this one I couldn’t say, but it was the same one that occurred every time I had encountered a major change or challenge.

Was the woman my mother? Perhaps… who could say?! My mother had died before my third birthday, so my memories of her, if they did exist, were very faint. My grandparents, Lottie and Lester Law, had raised me. Mammaw Law refused to talk of my mother. In fact, it upset her to even hear her name. Therefore, no one talked about Mildred.

Ugh: The name Mildred was so rigid sounding! Her nickname, Millie, fit the image I had of my mother much better. Of the little information I could learn, Millie was fun-loving, soft and loved to learn. She was soft, but not weak. No, she was quite strong, in character and will, if not body.

The floor felt cold beneath my bare feet. I stumbled to the alarm to shut it off. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember why I had set it for a Saturday.

Then it dawned on me! My Great-Aunt Jane was taking me to the most exclusive restaurant in town for lunch to celebrate my 21st birthday. She also wanted me to meet, as she put it, a very special person. She didn’t say it, but secretly I assumed and hoped this person was male.

In any event, it would be fun to shop a little before lunch, a birthday present for myself. It would be something simple enough to be elegant without being ‘showy’. Besides, there really wasn’t anything appropriate for the Carlton in my closet.

By the time I was adding a gold pair of earrings to top off the simple white dress I had gotten on clearance, Jane was calling to say she’d meet me at the restaurant rather than pick me up. I was used to changing plans where Jane was concerned. Jane was a reporter for the Middleton Chronicle, and often her job warranted our plans being flexible. It was Jane who inspired my choice of Journalism/History at State U, where I was a senior.

Jane was seated at a small table near the back of the dining area. Lighting was so dim that at first I couldn’t spot her. It was disappointing to see she was alone. I slipped into a seat across from her.

"Jane, you look terrific. That is, as much as I can see in