You know they say that it’s the journey, not the destination that really brings happiness. I’m thinking that has taken on a new meaning as we approach the day our book debuts at the Ashley 125th celebration.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. The book is beautiful. Yesterday someone called to say they were awe struck when they received the book in the mail. Expecting a spiral bound “cookbook,” the three-pound hard cover inviting-colored Ewiger Saatz was very well received.
When I mentioned that all the proceeds went to the Tri-County Tourism Alliance and that I did not receive compensation to write the book, she blessed me in the kindest way. It was extremely humbling.
However, now that the book is on its way to homes across the country I am stymied about what to do. It’s not that my garden doesn’t need weeding, or my two jobs have disappeared, but I do feel the hole left by the completion of this project.
When asked about the best part of this project by Rick and Andrea Collins on the radio on Monday, I simply said, “the connections, I will miss the connections.”
Not only did I meet a bunch of new folks, but I met some of my relatives in a new light, I met friends of my relatives and relatives of my relatives and people who knew my older brother who has since passed from this place.
I am greatly relived that I may now have time to tend to my family and other things (like my hoop house) in my life without working every day, and yes, it was an every day occurrence that I worked on the book for nearly three years. And, I’m sure Carmen Rath-Wald with whom I have spoken or texted or emailed nearly ever day during the course of this project would say the same thing. While I worked on the book, she worked behind the scenes raising money, making contacts, promoting, supporting, kabiddling, cajoling, laughing, crying and holding hands. We did this together, and now we are going to miss it. The book is in your hands now, treasure it, share it, buy more copies of it and let us know if we accomplished for you what we did for the person who called me yesterday and said, “I wish my mother were still alive, she would have loved this book.”
Don’t hesitate… in the blink of eye it will be gone.