Category: Historical Fiction

Hell In The Miller’s Cornfield

This time of the year, this week, in fact, I can’t stop myself from thinking back and remembering the hell that we found in Miller’s cornfield. We were just boys, or I guess most of us were boys. Even those that were full grown was innocent. Innocent of what they made us do in...

The Porch is Always Open

Hey, good morning. Years ago, I told my friend Pickles this porch was a good place to watch the world go by.  At the time I said it, I was thinking of the days I’d set here with Laura and watch our children in the yard, the horses in...

Pickles Knudson

Good morning.  Welcome back.  I got my boots off but let me get up and get you a cup of coffee.  You know the way?  Well, that being the case, I’ll sit here, and you can grab your own. Like that idea better anyway.  I get to be polite,...

My Name is Samuel Moses Cardiff

My name is Samuel Moses Cardiff; mostly I go by Sam.  Some years ago, almost forty, in fact, I stood upon this porch that overlooks the barn, the corrals, and Old Woman Creek and told my friend Pickles this was an excellent place to watch the world go by....

Winter 1864 No. 21

In the year of 1864, Johanna Cardiff was becoming a young woman; the war that had split her country continued.  This is her journal; these are her journeys.     Dear Samuel, Everything I wrote concerning the disgrace known as “Hellmira” has come to pass.  “Hellmira” is now the...

Autumn 1864 No. 20

  In the year of 1864, Johanna Cardiff was becoming a young woman; the war that had split her country continued.  This is her journal; these are her journeys.     Dear Samuel, I must record my thoughts on the prisoner of war camp, called Barracks #3, the Army...

Summer 1864 No. 19

  In the year of 1864, Johanna Cardiff was becoming a young woman; the war that had split her country continued.  This is her journal; these are her journeys.     Dear Samuel, Today Elmira, our little town, safe in the woods of upstate New York was invaded. It...

Spring 1864 No. 18

  In the year of 1864, Johanna Cardiff was becoming a young woman; the war that had split her country continued.  This is her journal; these are her journeys.     Dear Samuel, The holidays are behind us and once again, the entire town of Elmira looks forward to...

Winter 1863 No. 17

  In the year of 1863, Johanna Cardiff was becoming a young woman; her country was split by war.  This is her journal; these are her journeys.     Dear Samuel,   I have written you several letters and have yet to receive one in return.  You have not...

Autumn 1863 No. 16

  In the year of 1863, Johanna Cardiff was becoming a young woman; her country was split by war.  This is her journal; these are her journeys.    Dear Samuel, How I wish I could be as Rip Van Winkle, who disturbed by the commotion, slept his way through...