About
Having been raised on a cotton, corn and tobacco farm near Smithfield,NC, I learned the value of hard work. Not only does it bear fruit but it also brings joy, plus the fact that getting your hands in the soil is very theraputic. When I became an "empty nester", I went into real estate for 26 years. After many years of city life and traffic, I retired to become matron of Bethlehem Retreat in the beautiful mountains of southwestern Virginia, though I still maintain a home near Charlotte NC to be near 2 of my 3 children. I also have 21 grandchildren and 9 great-granchildren. Most of my time now is devoted to reading and writing children's books, two of which have been published, "Arthur the Talking Goat", "Arthur's Friend, Hazel the Hen" and "What Do You Do With Your Hands at Night?".
Description
<p>The Race for Flugal Farm is the first book in a trilogy that charters the lives and adventures of the inhabitants of the Riding Stables at Flugal Farm.</p><div>Times had been hard for George Flugal and his wife, and this inevitably resulted in him having to sell the majority of the school's horses until he was left its just four: Pogo, Biff, Troy and an ex-racehorse called Chance.</div><div>The horses who along with a young stable hand Rachelle Perkins, a dog named Nugget, a pig called Nigel and an old family friend Uncle Dave, make up the Flugal's extended family.</div><div>When they find themselves facing the possibility of having the farm repossessed by the bank, and bought out by the odious Mr Williams, have to pull together to enter a carriage drive in order to win the prize money and save their way of life.</div>
Story Behind The Book
We needed some animals for our small farm. We saw an ad in the paper for some goats. One of the goats was named Arthur. He love to be talked to and petted. One day my son went to the apple tree to get some apples and he thought that Arthur might like an apple. So, he went to Arthur's pen and kept talking to Arthur and telling him to say "apple". When he made a noise like "apple", my son gave him an apple. He came back to the house and said "Mom, Arthur can talk. He said 'apple'! You ought to write a book about that." and I did.
