I have been working on a book since this last winter in February. It is my sincere hope that this book in which I am working on will be the type of book that will bring not only a great story to the reader but a fresh understanding of the Minnesota-Dakota War of 1862/1863.
A Short Synopsis:
Two girls from two different worlds, become best friends. Will their friendship endure through the years despite their cultural differences and a horrible war that splits a part so many in Minnesota at that time? Julia Rose and Witega struggle with problems of the era. They could lose each other forever or they could develop a stronger relationship if they remember their special summer at Lake Minnetonka.
Minnetonka Moon
Introduction
A Short Synopsis:
Two girls from two different worlds, become best friends. Will their friendship endure through the years despite their cultural differences and a horrible war that splits a part so many in Minnesota at that time? Julia Rose and Witega struggle with problems of the era. They could lose each other forever or they could develop a stronger relationship if they remember their special summer at Lake Minnetonka.
Minnetonka Moon
Introduction
Minnetonka Moon, by Fran Boscow , February 2, 2013
Introduction
Winona moved quickly, it was almost time. She knew very well
that the time was near. The pain was increasing. She grabbed the rest of the
green moss and wrapped it tight inside a buckskin bag and threw it across her
back. She winced in pain and held her protruding belly. Yes, it was time. She
barely made it to the special tipi where she will give birth to her second
child. The pain was intensifying and she laid her buckskin down that contained
the moss for the baby’s diaper. She grabbed a nearby short stick and bit down
hard with her teeth. The contractions were strong and consistent. No longer
could she keep from screaming, the stick dropped out of her mouth, she screamed
a hardy scream and then she stood and braced herself with a sturdy, long
stick. The infant emerged and dropped onto a buffalo skin beneath Winona. She
knelt down where the baby lie covered in blood. Winona cut the umbilical cord
and held the baby to her breast. As she lay stroking the baby’s wet hair, her
mother entered the tipi and smiled.
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Another fiction creation by Fran Boscow, Journey into Paradise: http://journeyintoparadise.blogspot.com/
Another fiction creation by Fran Boscow, Journey into Paradise: http://journeyintoparadise.blogspot.com/