Emma rolled over in bed and pulled the blankets up over her head as she heard her mother call her name from the bottom of the stairs. She hated the long winter months and dreaded walking to school in the cold. She was already looking forward to the warmer months of spring and wished she could just stay in bed until then. She had to force herself to get up and more so had to force herself to find something to shake these winter blues.
“Emma you’ll be late for school if you don’t get up right this minute,” her mother called.
With hearing the sharpness in her mother’s voice, she knew she needed to face the cold and get out of bed. She peeked her head out from underneath the warmth of her favorite quilt as she looked over at the wind-up clock on the nightstand. It was six o’clock, and she knew she needed to get up. With a deep sigh, she threw the blankets off and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. The floor was cold, and she shivered as she quickly looked for her stockings. She immediately put them on to ward off the chill and walked over to the window. The window was frosty on the inside, and she used the warmth of her hand to melt a spot on the window so she could look out. It was still dark, and she knew by the clear sky it would be a cold walk to school.
She heard her mother call again, and she promptly answered that she was up and would be down in a minute. She left the window and changed from her nightgown into her dress and apron and then made her bed before she headed downstairs.
As she came down the stairs, she heard her sisters, Rebecca and Anna cheerfully talking about their plans for the day. By the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen, she knew they had already started the cookies she was supposed to get up early and bake. Her twin sisters were so close and did everything together she often felt a twinge of envy when she saw them together. She was sure they didn’t intentionally leave her out of their plans, but she never felt they went out of the way to include her either.
“Well good morning sleepy head,” Rebecca said with a sense of sarcasm in her voice.
Tracy Fredrychowski is a country girl, author, homesteader and everything simple living. She has a passion for writing about the simpler side of life, much like the life she lived growing up in rural Pennsylvania.
Her life has always been intertwined with the Amish, and it’s only fitting that she has a genuine passion for their simplicity, sense of community and God-centered lives.
Growing up in Northwest Pennsylvania she spent her childhood immersed deep in Amish Country. The clip-clop of horse and buggy woke her each morning as Amish men drove past her childhood home on their way to work. As a young woman, she was traumatized by an Amish murder that involved a family member and changed her life forever.
Even though she currently lives in South Carolina her travels take her through Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, and Wisconsin’s Amish Country every year. During those stops, she researches the communities she visits and prides herself on writing Amish fiction that truly represents the Amish culture. She considers herself very fortunate to have made friends in those communities and values the information they share and wants nothing more than to represent their lifestyle as accurately as possible.