In the midst of the Great Depression, Cassandra (Cass) Scheimer is trying to keep the family farm afloat in the Big Woods of Wisconsin...alone. As a local midwife and struggling backwoods doctor, she certainly doesn't need more mouths to feed.
Stephanie Evans is a widow enceinte with her third child. She accepts a kind stranger’s offer of marriage in exchange for keeping house for him...but he never shows up to claim her. While dealing with unrequited guilt and the desperation of impoverished motherhood, falling in love with Cass is the least of her worries.
For Cass, having been in love with a woman once before, she feels it couldn’t possibly happen twice. When it does, Cass is convinced the love cannot be returned. Can she and Stephanie keep it hidden from the prying eyes of children and the meddling neighbors in this small rural community?
Can Cass deal with the guilt she feels over her brother’s injury, an injury that prevents him from doing his duty for their country? Joining the Nursing Corps may put too much stress on her newfound relationship with Stephanie. The woman who returns from the war and the woman left behind on the farm are not the same people who once fell in love. Can they return to being lovers after years spent apart? Destiny put them in each other’s path, but World War II has them tearing apart.
This is The Journey Home.
Genre: FICTION / LesbianThis was an excellent selling book and it even got honorable mention in a prestigious award contest.
She glanced over at the train as it pulled into the station. She never bothered checking her well-trained horses as she unloaded flats of eggs and jars of honey from her wagon. She took large loads up the steps of the store across from the train platform and deposited them at the end of the counter that Mr. Schmidt had indicated. Mrs. Schmidt smiled at the richness and purity of the golden honey.
Cass found it much more convenient to come into town to trade. It was closer to her farm in Merrill, but she did occasionally make the longer trip to Wausau. The traders there were always thrilled to trade her cash money or goods for her rich honey and perfect eggs. Her flats contained normal hen eggs but also, she had duck eggs and huge goose eggs. Some of the shoppers who were lucky enough to obtain these delicacies would be delighted since they made for a richer and more delicious batter when baking or cooking. The goose eggs alone would be worth their price since one goose egg was the size of two hen eggs. This trip Cass also had pelts from fox, muskrat, mink, deer, and rabbit to trade. She left the store richer than she had entered it but also with a bushel bag of flour, one of sugar, a smaller bag of salt, and a few other staples that were cheaper here in the larger town. She packed all this neatly in her wagon behind the seat. She noticed a woman sitting with two small children who must have gotten off the train and was now trying to keep the toddler and older child entertained. They were on the bench before the depot door, obviously waiting for someone.
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