Taking The Tide Of Love

A love story of the Plain people. A novella by Penelope Wilcock.

3.10.10


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Eb

Flo

Hannah Stilleschuler and Righteous ten Eych with a granddaughter

Father Harold and Harriet Whichart

Eb and Flo Stilleschuyler and family

Eli and Esther Baer and family

Martha and Reuben ter Heide

Dorcas greeting her aunt and cousins

Hope and Esther

Eb and Flo

Ebenezer Theodorus Stilleschuyler

The Circle Meeting

Singing The Messiah

Hannah, Flo and Eb

Eli and Esther

Harriet and Dorcas

Harold and Eb

Hannah plays continuo

The Gathering Place

Eb

The Lightfoot family

Esther listening to Eli sing

Eb and Flo

Reuben and Martha in the Gathering Place

Harriet and Dorcas

Silas Lightfoot

Hannah and Flo

Harriet Whichart

Reuben and Martha ter Heide

Brother Johann preaching

Dorcas Lightfoot

Hope ten Eych and Andy Whichart

Dorcas and Silas Lightfoot

The choir singing 'Glory to God in the Highest'

Father Whichart conducting the choir

Esther, Righteous and Hope ten Eych

Eli Baer singing 'Thus saith the Lord'

Flo gathering herbs

The Old Order Forest Kindred of Believers

Eb and Flo make their vows

The Gathering Place

Eb and Flo in their wedding ceremony

Father Harold Whichart conducting the wedding ceremony

Andy and Hope Whichart and family

Preparing the wedding feast

Ebenezer Stilleschuyler

Hannah Stilleschuyler and Florence ten Eych

Eb and Flo out walking

Gathering round the Light

Sisters in the choir

Florence picking herbs

Father Harold Whichart, the Servant of the Light

Eli Baer and Esther ten Eych

Eb and Flo walking in the woods

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      • No title
      • This is a story I wrote back in 2008, when it firs...
      • "Taking the Tide of Love", a novella by Penelope W...
      • No title
      • TAKING THE TIDE OF LOVE
      • Eb
      • “Eb”’ his mother said to him, as he called in with...
      • In this all-important matter of finding a wife, Eb...
      • He opened the great book before him on the table,...
      • Herbs, Onions, The Book Of Proverbs, & Falling In ...
      • In thanks for her hospitality, Florence tried whil...
      • Harriet closed her eyes in concentration and frown...
      • The onions being peeled and chopped, and the skins...
      • She wandered in the yard among the pot-herbs, lovi...
      • Eb Goes To See The Servant Of The Light
      • Eb loved Harold’s deep voice: in fact, he loved Ha...
      • He did his level best to infuse his voice with a b...
      • Waking, Sleepy, Sleeping, Wakeful
      • Anyone called to become a Servant of the Light mus...
      • Florence Gets Up Late
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      • “D’you know, I’ve not seen Dorcas in an age,” sa...
      • The door from his porch opened into the main room ...
      • Florence turned from the window, and her bright gl...
      • Florence crept up alongside him, and touched her f...
      • “I spoke to Harold last night.” Flo saw something ...
      • A Walk And A Conversation
      • Eb’s jaw dropped slightly. “Did you say your mothe...
      • “Anyway;” Florence straightened and set off again,...
      • Wearing Hats And Holding Hands
      • For this last stretch of the track that wound thro...
      • “Among my kindred,” she explained, “the covering i...
      • “As feelings rose and trolls became entrenched in ...
      • “The valley spirit, the way of lowliness, gentlene...
      • As Florence finished the story, she looked to Eb t...
      • “Let’s go,” she said. “There’ll be another day and...
      • Observing The Lord’s Day
      • Heini Weidman had been in early and lit the stoves...
      • His heart sank right at the beginning.“As I was pr...
      • “Years ago when I was a boy I found myself enrapt...
      • Oh, for goodness sake! Eb could no longer hold his...
      • “And I have been to endless Circle gatherings in ...
      • As so often happened to him, to his enduring sens...
      • Eb Goes To See His Mother
      • If things had gone as Hannah, his mother, had hop...
      • Hannah laughed at life. Even in that time when th...
      • She waited. She knew her son well; knew that he h...
      • Eb raised his head. At last he could look at his m...
      • Florence and Harriet
      • She had made herself hot chocolate, which she sip...
      • “One thing is, I do want to marry Eb, but I shall...
      • An Argument About Rabbits
      • “Flo, what are you thinking of, talking to rabbits...
      • A little frown of irritation twitched the muscles...
      • Eb had no idea what to say to this, at all. His w...
      • There came a Moment then, as there always does. T...
      • Cinnamon Buns And A Question About Education
      • They gathered at Hannah’s family table, on the ch...
      • “What is needful, Flo, for the wedding? What are ...
      • “I was just wondering,” said Eb, “how Flo’s mothe...
      • Eb looked at her, intrigued. He thought he was go...
      • Things Getting Worse Before They Get Better
      • Dorcas was delighted that Flo had found her life...
      • Just now though, she felt tired enough to cry: and...
      • In the Quiet Way, music was part of every day. Th...
      • Last week at the Lords Day Circle Gathering, the ...
      • “The importance of this is revealed in the kind o...
      • “Jah, I can do the dishes.” Silas looked at her, ...
      • He nodded, thought for a moment, put the dishtowe...
      • Then outside on the porch, she heard a light step...
      • At The Choir Practice
      • Dorcas reached the barn and paused momentarily on ...
      • Her eyes widened with delight as she took in ...
      • No title
      • They managed an excited and whispered exchange a...
      • Once the aria was done, there were some moments ...
      • Hope was invited to read one of the passages from ...
      • All conversation ceased again as Harold tapped o...
      • As Hannah began to play for the aria, Dorcas loo...
      • Feeling well content with the world, Dorcas allo...
      • Dorcas could not think of anything that could add ...
      • Because It Is Not Good For A Troll To Be Alone
      • Father Whichart rose to his feet and moved to sta...
      • They stepped forward to stand before Harold. Flo ...
      • The benches were moved back and the tables set u...
      • The barn filled with laughter and delicious smells...
      • As the talk and laughter began to mellow and the ...
      • THE END

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