PublicBookshelf Book Club
Michael E Johnson
Weekly tips on great novels to read.
"In Heaven there is no discrimination of any kind -no one is better than anyone else..." MM So there we were. We were not sure, we thought the year was sometime in the late 1800's. Dawsonville was a small town, but it was very beautiful and serene. It was near the Ohio River and sat in a small valley surrounded by trees and pasture. As we arrived, the sun was beginning to rise, casting off beautiful shades of brown, tans, and green. As we traveled into town, there weren't many people around. Mitch, Amy, and I didn't know what to do. We came to a stop in front of a newly painted white church. The church had a tall steeple and was nicely maintained. As we were looking down Main Street, it was fascinating to see this old town and the old fashioned wood-frame buildings that looked brand new. There were a couple of horse and buggies tied to rails in front of the buildings. The sidewalks were made of wood, and the street looked like it was made of hard clay and sawdust. It looked like a town that was designed as a historical site for tourists. But it wasn't a tourist site; we had truly traveled back in time. Then a man came out of the church and walked right up to us.
"Hi, children. I don't think I have ever met you. Do you live nearby?"