I am. Down in a
crawl space, through a maze of spider webs and spiders, my eleven- year-old
grandson found this old jar and pulled it out. We are doing some renovating at
Windy Rafters and the crawl space is under the oldest existing building here,
other than the barn. This jar hasn’t seen the light of day in decades. I bring
it in the house and clean it up. That’s when I notice there is a date stamped
on the bottom of it: 1930. My “spider” sense is tingling, no pun intended.
Right now, I am
outlining Windy Rafters Roughnecks Book Three. It takes place at the end of the
Great Depression and the beginning of WWII. Some of my grandchildren and I have
been out walking around Windy Rafters, poking into all kinds of old things, and
as we do, our imaginations have been running wild. We’ve been talking about the
possibilities. What kinds of things could have happened here back in those
years? Their ideas come fast and furious and I can hardly keep up at times.
One thing I know for
sure. This jar is going to resurface in Book Three. When we found it, it was
empty. But what if it hadn’t been? It could have been full of canned fruit, as
you would expect, or it might have been used for another more mysterious
purpose entirely. I’m not sure yet. Only time will tell!
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