SAFE HAVEN
by
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About the Book
Marcie's lawyer suggested she go to Safe Haven to look at the Mary Lou, the yacht her parents left her when they were killed in an auto accident. A child of privilege, she now would have to learn to fend for herself, as other than the yacht, her inheritance was next to nil. Telling Keith of her plight as he found her viewing the Mary Lou, he told her about the house on the bluff across the road. Falling in love with it, she bought it, and as an extra bonus, got Goldie, a young golden retriever. Then she headed to the city to fetch her belongings. Keith arranged to have the Reverend RJ Stone house sit while she was in the city. Though initially hesitant, he readily agreed when he saw the house and Goldie. As Marcie settled in, she became deeply involved with the church and promoted The Painters as a singing group for church services, and then as workers at the Boat Works. With her marriage to Keith, her commitment to Safe Haven was seated and furthered by receiving the Boat Works as a wedding present from Keith's father. She was delighted to become acquainted with Debbie in the Christmas pageant and amazed at the story of her mother Gloria. At the Christmas celebration Marcie and Keith had for all their friends and family, Marcie announced her pregnancy.
About the Author
At my birth I was given the name Wilda, a name comprised of the beginning of my father's name (Wilbur) and the ending of my mother's name (Ada). It couldn't have been much better for an inventive child. Several of my teachers found pronouncing it differently (Wild-a) drew attention to my need of discipline. I found telling stories to be an attention getter and often had an audience. This carried on into school where when asked to write stories, I found an abundance of subjects. As a result, I received very good grades. I have found writing entertaining and also time consuming. I have friends that remind me to write and also tell me whether I need to cross a T or dot an I. These are friends that are supportive and one doesn't want to forget them. I am the youngest of three children and was brought up in Chicago, Illinois where I attended school. My father, an employee of the Milwaukee Railroad, made it possible for me to travel to Minneapolis each summer to visit relatives. Thus I was familiar with Minneapolis when I moved here with my husband and three children hoping to cure him of his alcoholism. I remarried and am now carrying a Swedish name, a gift from my deceased husband.