Scerets of the Heart

One of my fan letters follows, please be sure you do not read it as an autobiography or you will be confused by the events.  It is the story of Meggie a small town American girl, like many of you, who dreams and envisions the events of the past, as she lies dying, even wandering into the scene of another life in her visions.

Dear Madlyn,


We had no idea what your book would hold But we find it fun and

reflective. Every night I try to read a chapter or so to Deborah and we

think back to our childhoods. We are up to chapter four now and I like the

long gone references to things of Framingham and the area, the first dates

and the night time cellar door entrances guarded by your Mom. The sad loss

of your Dad to smoking and Aunt Mary dancing in the kitchen. The hurricane

of "38" I think, not "39", and the stormed removal of a threatening tree,

the fear you felt as you pressed your nose to the glass during the furry.

The 50's and the guys dressed in T shirts and jeans, and the girls is

petticoats and dresses. The town hot rodders and the cars. Thanks good

stuff, we feel as though we are living a small part of your life.