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My Journey Ended in Florida

by Ethel G. Lippert

230 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-1156; ISBN 1-55395-441-6; US$21.50, C$24.25, EUR17.50, £12.50

Work out your own salvation. No one can do it for you.

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About the Book Journey with me from old New York as I grew to adulthood during a simpler gentler time flying to California where the mountains, beaches and the Redwoods of Yosemite were magnificent; attend a wedding in a tiny town, called Las Vegas, in Nevada. Enjoy three months in the pretty town of Long beach with interesting trips to Mexico, San Juan Capistrano, Hollywood and Catalina Island. Leaving for home in September and driving up the beautiful west coast to Washington, and across the country, over narrow mountain roads, stopping at Yellowstone National Park, Mt. Rushmore and Chicago to New York. Our family grew to four when Lee and Jeanne were born and after the War Years, we decided to move to Florida. A house and grove was purchased in Sebastian, Florida, sight unseen, and we, including my folks, the children and our dog arrived in Sebastian October 1, 1950, starting the most incredible and amazing year of our lives. We came into a strange unfamiliar world without a road map or a clue how to face snakes, wildlife and in-laws. Many difficult problems were worked out with the help of a loving, caring family.

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About the Author Ending up in Jacksonville has truly been a blessing. The beautiful St. John's River flows around the city keeping it warmer in the winter and cooler in the summer. The city is a blaze of glory at azalea time as they are everywhere. God and my family are still the focal point of my life. Come with me on journey from a quaint, gentler time in New York and California to an incredible experience in Sebastian, Florida.

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Excerpts

The early nineteen hundreds was a great time to be born. Our country was growing by leaps and bounds. Strides were made in every field of endeavor to better mankind. Thomas Edison's electric light bulb brought light to the world, replacing the flickering gas lamps, refrigerators replaced messy iceboxes and when airplanes started flying in the skies, everyone looked up transfixed with amazement and awe. Radios brought music, news and entertainment into every home. Human rights and the overturning of the forces that devalued women were being considered. When I look back over the years, grateful for God's loving constant care, remembering many helpful lessons and happy memories, I felt compelled to share them.

... Jeanne and I were home alone one afternoon when our Yankee friend drove up to the house. He struggled with a large bucket as he got out of his truck, and called, "I hope you all like crabs." I had found a place on the river where they sold a pound of crabmeat for $ 1.98. I said, "We love it, but I have no idea how to cook them," as I looked into the bucket of struggling crabs, and thought I don't really want to know. He said, "It's simple - cook them in boiling water for about fifteen minutes." With a wave of his hand, he left me in this dilemma, but as I was beginning to learn there was no way to back out. I found the largest pot we had, filled it with water, put it on the stove and turned on the gas. Then I picked up the bucket and dumped all the crabs in the pot. I decided to check on Jeanne, found her on the porch, playing quietly, and Snubby sleeping by the door, so I returned to the kitchen where a horrifying scene confronted me. The crabs were climbing out of the pot, and walking around the floor with their large claws menacing high over their heads. I wanted to turn and run, but the thought of them marching through the house, hiding in all the nooks and crannies, gave me the courage, to face the foe as calmly as possible. There was no door between the kitchen and the dining room so I used chairs to block the doorway. Then I checked the pot and found two crabs struggling to get out so, feeling like a murderer, I quickly put a cover on the pot, which left eight crabs scrambling around the floor. I tried grabbing them with small tongs, but I didn't know which part of them to grab. I laid the bucket down sideways hoping they might consider it a safe place to hide, but they were too smart for that. When they began closing in a circle like football players planning a defense maneuver, I climbed on a stepstool, but they did not attack. By this time, sensing something was wrong Snubby was barking wildly on the other side of the chairs, and Jeanne was calling "Mommy, Mommy." There was nothing left to do but pray, which I did, still standing on the stepstool. In a few minutes the idea came to sweep them into a pot. With the broom and small pot in hand, I swept them, one by one, into a corner and then into the pot, dashing like a collegiate with a football to the stove and dumping them into the now boiling water. After eight runs down the field, I was soaking wet and thoroughly exhausted. I comforted Jeanne and Snubby, and took a much-needed shower until the crabs were cooked. Having to tell the family how stupid I was to put the crabs in the coldwater wasn't easy, but one more lesson was learned. I was always sorry a movie cameras wasn't available, as it would have brought much laughter to many. Everyone enjoyed the crab dinner, even me as, apparently, I had not gotten too emotionally attached to them while chasing them around the kitchen.

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