Sam is such a wonderful man---such a positive and kind person. Not to mention how handsome he is as I stole glances when he was not looking. We traveled over the flat-lands to Sam's farm, which nestled in the foot of mountains surrounding the beauty of the green fields and pastures. A large creek flowed through the property originating from the highest purple mountain that protected the farm.
Cattle and horses were in the fields eating the lush emerald colored grass. The grass was grown from the riches soil for many miles around---I knew this because my brothers told me. And, the healthy animals were proof of its medicinal assets.
I could see the three storied house from a distance as we crossed the covered bridge over the widest part of the creek which looked more like a river to me. Sam's home looked like a painting it was so beautiful and unreal with the smoke curling upward from the brick chimney to the mountain behind it. What a wonderful place to live and have children I thought---but why was my thoughts going in this direction? I was just daydreaming I told myself.
We were almost there and the closer we traveled to our destination the more lovely it was everywhere I looked. The huge barn behind the house had farmhands unloading hay for the horses and to place hay on the floors of the stalls. Other farmhands were mixing the feed for the horses and taking hay to the cows.
Finally, we came to the bricked circle drive way, which outlined an Angel Fountain with cherubs playing around in the water under the Angel's wings. I felt like I was coming home---this was in my heart, but whatever expression was on my face Sam liked it---he smiled as he hopped from the buggy and lifted me down---slowly.
A tall gray-haired lady approached us smiling and Sam immediately introduced her as Mrs. Anderson and I offered my hand, but she hugged me instead. That hug was so warm and motherly I remembered it for a long time. So maybe this was what it felt like having a grandmother---since mine had died before I was born on Pa and Ma's side.
Sam took my hand and we walked into the beautiful unbelievable home. I was overwhelmed with all the shining Cherry wood on the floor and outlining the wallpapered rooms. In the front of the house was double winding stairs going to the second and third floors. Sam had his office on the third floor away from any noise that would disturb him as he did his farm books.
It took over an hour for Sam to show me the entire house and I enjoyed every minute of it. We ended our tour in the library with a vast collection of books. I told Sam I could live in the library and what he said shocked me.
“Rebecca you will have many years to read all these books, so why don’t you start now and Mrs. Anderson will bring our dinner in here by the fire and we can talk and read.” Sam smiled and stood as if to leave, but stopped in front of me and kissed me on the forehead, which sent electric shock waves of warmth through my body. That kiss reached my toes and I swear they curled upward with the pleasure of it all.
It was such a wonder time at Sam’s home, but I had to return to my home with Ma and Pa or it would rain down frogs on Sam and I---one of my Ma’s sayings. So, I told Mrs. Anderson bye and we began our journey home---it was such a wonderful day I will dream about for sure Dear Diary.