Daisy Cromwell

Daisy Cromwell

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?".

Fatal Rivalry: Part Three of The Last Great Saxon Earls

Fatal Rivalry: Part Three of The Last Great Saxon Earls

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<p>In 1066, the rivalry between two brothers brought England to its knees. When Duke William of Normandy landed at Pevensey on September 28, 1066, no one was there to resist him. King Harold Godwineson was in the north, fighting his brother Tostig and a fierce Viking invasion. How could this have happened? Why would Tostig turn traitor to wreak revenge on his brother?<br />The Sons of Godwine were not always enemies. It took a massive Northumbrian uprising to tear them apart, making Tostig an exile and Harold his sworn enemy. And when 1066 came to an end, all the Godwinesons were dead except one: Wulfnoth, hostage in Normandy. For two generations, Godwine and his sons were a mighty force, but their power faded away as the Anglo-Saxon era came to a close.</p>

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 &quot;apple&quot;. When he made a noise like &quot;apple&quot;, my son gave him an apple. He came back to the house and said &quot;Mom, Arthur can talk. He said 'apple'! You ought to write a book about that.&quot; and I did.

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