Bücher von Bill Hayes

Through the eyes and ears of a very young Shawn O'Connor, the story of his grandmother, Emily Romain, and her ten children unfolds through the early decades of the twentieth century to the mid-1960's.Shawn tells how Emily Roemain came to America with just her steamer trunk and hopes and dreams. Though she met the love of her life and began to achieve her American dream, the untimely deaths of a child and her beloved husband almost stopped her in her tracks. Shawn goes on to describe how Emily and her ten children would not give up.No matter what setback occurred, Emily used humor, hard work, and prayer to make it through the tough times. This example provided the basis for the numerous stories that Shawn conveys. Each story is a tribute to both his family and and the power of positive thinking, and just when young Shawn, himself, is ready to give up, the example provided by his grandmother provides the strength for him to go on!

The time period is set for the late 1950s, with a clash of a hundred years ago in time. Matthew and his grandfather go on a journey into the past to help a relative. During that journey, they discover the importance of what family really means. Matthew and his grandfather find out that age does not matter, for time passes in the blink of an eye. Life is nothing more than love and standing up for what is right. Together they find the strength and love to join in an expedition for truth, understanding, and what turns out to be a family bond of many years.A little imagination from youth, intrigue of what is around the next corner, and family being the most important thing in life are within the pages of this book. This story goes back to a time, when family members depended on one another, no matter the problem. Respect and admiration of the young and old is the intended purpose of this short writing. While grappling with the problems of today, much of our innocence has been lost. The hope that children today will ever have the opportunity to touch the quietness of youth as older generations had, is all but gone. The simple pleasure of making a snow fort, or riding down that first hill on a sled, with the snow blowing in our faces is something we all have forgotten.