I am so excited. As you may know, I’ve dedicated Wednesdays for “anything goes!”…hence the name Wacky Wednesdays. Some weeks we’ll have book reviews, other weeks guest bloggers, and still other weeks funny images. Well, for this Wednesday, we have a special guest, Jennifer Beckstrand.
Jennifer writes Amish Inspirational Romance for Summerside Press and Kensington Books. Her newest Amish romance series, The Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill, follows the escapades of two scheming Amish grandparents who try to help their grandchildren find suitable mates. Who would ever suspect two elderly Amish folks of mischief? Critically acclaimed Huckleberry Hill, the first book of the series, released earlier this year and hit #1 on Amazon for Amish Romances! Congratulations to Jennifer!
P.S. The second book in the series, Huckleberry Summer, comes out on June 3.
Click here for her Amazon author page and to purchase this wonderful book (and, when you are finished reading it, don’t forget to leave a review!).
By Jennifer Beckstrand
There is no one quite like a grandma—or mammi—as she is called in Pennsylvania Dutch. When I hear the word grandma, I think of a pleasingly plump, gray-haired lady whose eyes twinkle perpetually as if every day were Christmas. That’s the kind of mammi I hope I’ve created in Anna Helmuth, the feisty mammi who stirs up trouble in Huckleberry Summer, my newest Amish romance. Anna wants nothing more than to see her grandchildren settled with spouses of their own, and she goes to great lengths to see that each grandchild has a happily ever after.
Because of the closeness of the Amish family, many Amish grandparents live with their children, and many children live with their parents, sometimes in a house on the same property or in a dawdi house attached to the main house.
I have two young grandsons. At first, I wasn’t sure about the whole grandma title. I mean, grandmas are old. I’m only 50. I was afraid being a grandma would age me twenty years. But when I first held those perfect little babies in my arms, I discovered that I could love someone as much as I loved my own children—without having to do all that work.
My mother’s mother passed away before I was born. My father’s mother passed away before I was old enough to talk. Since my mother was so close to her own grandmother, she regretted that her children didn’t get to experience that kind of bond. So she tried to be the most terrific and bestest grandma there ever was. She still does. My kids love their grandmas. Going to Grandma’s house is the best thing ever. Sleeping over at Grandma’s house was like going to Disneyland.
I want to be that kind of a grandma. I want every visit to Grandma’s house to be like going to Disneyland, without the long lines or the expensive concessions.
I want to be the kind of grandma who:
- Doesn’t mind if her grandkids rifle through her purse in search of Tic Tacs.
- Cherishes that smudgy handprint on the sliding glass door and won’t let Grandpa scrub it off for at least three weeks.
- Reads story after story to her grandchildren and falls asleep midsentence during book number eight.
- Lets her grandkids stay up late to watch “The Apple Dumpling Gang,” “The Court Jester,” and “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.”
- Makes a batch of cookie dough and doesn’t mind if it gets eaten before it makes it into the oven.
- Plays catch in the backyard and lets aspiring pitchers practice their curve balls.
- After practicing curve balls, doesn’t complain about a dislocated thumb.
- Never loses her temper.
- Changes diapers and hands out advice with no expectations that it will be followed.
- Serves Poptarts for breakfast.
- Doesn’t care if a toddler empties all the drawers in her kitchen.
- Gives embarrassing hugs and kisses.
- Shows up to ballgames and dance concerts and takes a hundred pictures.
- Puts on her play clothes when the grandkids come over.
- Thinks a messy house is part of the fun.
- Loves her grandkids so much that her children begin to feel ignored and unappreciated.