Description

By Dorothy M. Mitchell

ISBN: 9781849915854
Published: 2011
Pages: 135
Key Themes: fiction, relationships, mystery, mental health

Description

Ben Bristow is married to Jess. They have two children, Alice and Jack, and they live in a small village in the Cotswolds. Ben is left an inheritance by an uncle, a rambling old House called Willerby Grange, situated on the East Yorkshire coast. The house dates back to the year 1570 and is steeped in a chequered history. It is full of intrigue and mystery, strange noises and even stranger discoveries. This book will fascinate the reader from the first page to the last. Read and enjoy.

About the Author

Dorothy was born in a small village in Yorkshire just before the Second World War. She remembers ration books, her mum swapping coupons with other mums, one might need extra clothing coupons and another butter or meat coupons. Dorothy also remembers being in their garden air raid shelter as enemy bombs rained down over nearby towns and cities mostly at night, very frightening. Dorothy was only six years old, so memories are rather hazy. Her dad was in the Home Guard, or Dads Army, as you may know it being called. She also thinks back to that time as being very hard. One memory she recalls vividly and that was sweet shops without any sweets! You could get sherbet and your weekly ration of sweets or chocolate, this added up to about two ounces a week. Not much by todays standards. Dorothy remembers the shelf where her mum kept the sweets, well out of reach of little fingers.

Dorothy moved to Evesham in 1954 with her mum and dad and her younger brother and sister. Her dad had a job as Steward of the local Working mens club.

She married a local lad when she was eighteen. Her first son Andrew was born when she was twenty one, her second son David when Dorothy was twenty seven.

Dorothy was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis at the age of thirty seven. She has suffered many painful relapses and seen the inside of many hospitals.

She was widowed at the age of fifty three. Her life at that time was at a low ebb.

Eighteen months after her husband died she was invited to go to the local Pentecostal Church. Her thought at the time was, why not? I cant feel any worse than I do right now. Well to cut a long story short, Dorothy met, at the church, the man who was to become her second husband. Ken had been widowed about a year before Dorothy.

That was almost eighteen years ago.

Dorothy found she had a flare for writing, and to her joy CHIPMUNKA publishers picked her up. She has much to thank them for, they have to date published two of her novels and are at the moment working on her third. Dorothy would like to thank her sons Andrew and David, and Ken her husband, for all their help and support. Dorothy would also like to thank her good friend and fellow writer Martin P Buckley for his help.

Dorothy says all these must have the patience of saints.