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Luck O’ The Irish to Ye from Havenwood Tales!!

Good Luck Cookies‘Tis said that St. Patrick’s Day brings out the Irish in everyone 😉

A holiday originating in Ireland over a thousand years ago, St. Patrick’s Day is celebrated in many countries around the world each March 17th.

But who was this fellow Saint Patrick? Why celebrate?

And why Saint Patrick’s Day, anyway? . . .

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HAPPY SAINT PATRICK’S DAY! 🙂

D.J. Houston, Author of  HAVENWOOD TALES

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“I wondered if God might not have gotten sick of watching that blizzard stir up so much trouble down on earth, and decided to just suck up the last of it into the Milky Way . . .”

 HAVENWOOD TALES Beginnings  by D. J. Houston

Humorous Irish Blessing from McAfee FamilyMy father’s camaraderie with his able-bodied, Irish-minded brothers was always a source of luck and light to the McAfee clan.

Their jovial triumvirate pulled Daddy out of his pensive moods and raised everyone’s spirits around them; together, they made us all feel more playful and safe. . .

When the three Irish brothers teamed up for a challenge, it was “God between us and all harm.”

Anything was possible . . .

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“Life Lessons – Mysteries of Snow”

Lone Oak Winter Dawn - Havenwood TalesCopyright©2007, 2013 D.J. Houston. All Rights Reserved.

Mystery Novel — Inspirations — Historical Fiction — Nostalgia Stories — Paranormal

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From the Mystery Novel HAVENWOOD TALES Beginnings by D.J. Houston

Uncle Chester's Guitar - Havenwood TalesDown on the floor, hidden from view by a heavy crocheted tablecloth, I could hear Uncle Arthur and Daddy in the parlor, whooping and slapping their thighs, swapping Irish tall tales and war buddy stories — good for a smile, but nothing I hadn’t heard before. And then somewhere off in a corner, Uncle Chester started picking country tunes on his guitar.  And that was it: I was mesmerized . . .

I couldn’t say how long I stayed there, listening to his music. Or know my life would be forever changed by the experience . . . But there was nothing to do but close my eyes and bow my head to the moment . . .

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Copyright©2010, 2013 D.J. Houston. All Rights Reserved.

Life Lessons – Coming of Age Story – Mystery – American Literature Treasures

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FATHER’S  DAY MEMORIES

from HAVENWOOD TALES Beginnings

“I was letting the strength of his quiet nature spread slowly around me, like calm on a morning pond.”

Havenwood Morning PondHe reminded me of a sycamore tree with his tall, lean build and sturdy limbs.  His skin was white when he rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands in the wintertime.   And his hair was as shiny black as a raven’s wing, only curly.

He had a sort of handsome face, I thought, with a high forehead like Timmy’s and hazel eyes like mine.  But I was just beginning to see him as more than some stranger who’d been smart enough to marry Mama . . .

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“Victory for America – Home and War”

From the novel HAVENWOOD TALES Beginnings by D.J. Houston

Copyright©2006, 2013 D.J. Houston. All Rights Reserved.

Historical Fiction – Mystery Novel – WW II – American Family Life

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Luck O’ The Irish from Havenwood Tales!

‘Tis said that St. Patrick’s Day brings out the Irish in all of us 😉

A holiday originating in Ireland over a thousand years ago, St. Patrick’s Day is celebrated in many countries around the world each March 17th. (more…)

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“I wondered if God might not have gotten sick of watching that blizzard stir up so much trouble down on earth, and decided to just suck up the last of it into the Milky Way . . .”

A peek at HAVENWOOD TALES by D. J. Houston, Author


My father’s camaraderie with his able-bodied, Irish-minded brothers was a source of luck and light to the McAfee clan . . .

When the three Irish brothers teamed up for a challenge, it was “God between us and all harm.”

Anything was possible . . .

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Family Wisdom – Mysteries of Snow”

Inspirational Stories – Life Journey – Mystery – American Literature Treasures

Copyright©2007, 2012 D.J. Houston. All Rights Reserved.

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Luck O’ The Irish To Ye from Havenwood Tales!! 

HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!

‘Tis said that Saint Patrick’s Day brings out the Irish in everyone 😉

Irish Shamrock Greeting

A holiday originating in Ireland over a thousand years ago, St. Patrick’s Day is celebrated in many countries around the world each March 17th.

And since Havenwood Tales’ young narrator, Trudie Beth McAfee, hails from English and IRISH ancestry. as well as Native American, I’d be remiss not to share some Irish adventure and wisdom with you 🙂

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Warned by a tipsy Aunt Julia that they must let their dinner settle before any sledding or they’d suffer life-threatening stomach cramps, Timmy and the cousins made a sugar-headed dash for the yard, where they managed to keep themselves occupied sailing well-aimed snowballs at Aunt Julia’s fat cats. At least until she caught them in the act, confiscated their slingshots and shooed them, sleds and all, off to the hill.

My pleas to join the boys ignored, I was sentenced to “Be a good young lady, Trudie dear, and tidy up the dining room.”

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Excerpts from the novel HAVENWOOD TALES Beginnings by Author D.J. Houston

Irish Family Wisdom in Heartland America

"Mama said I was a perfect daisy bud." ~ Trudie McAfee of Havenwood TalesThe rest of my family never fretted about my looks in the least.

Unabashedly partial to all things Irish (or even part Irish, like me), my daddy’s brothers, Arthur and Chester, held an opposite view, in fact.

And while humble, homespun Uncle Chester might offer, “You’re cute as a button, darlin’,” regardless of how much dirt I had on my face, and Uncle Arthur might declare with typical exuberance, “Tis a pure perfect lass I’m beholdin’ here!” most any time he saw me, they both insisted I had Mama’s “cheery smile” and “wise, hazel eyes like your Irish daddy.”

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