Maddy's Wings

Maddy's Wings

by Jan Porter
Maddy's Wings

Maddy's Wings

by Jan Porter

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Overview

'A well-plotted and highly-emotional historical novel. A FINALST and highly recommended.' The Wishing Shelf Book Awards UK 2018

"It was difficult to tell what was lightning, air fire or ground fire. It seemed we were trying to navigate a sky filled with fireworks within the middle of a storm. The plane shuddered, losing altitude in a dive that was too steep and too fast. Concerned that the stalling engine's fire and tail rip may ignite the load of ammunition within, I instinctively banked, aiming offshore to the water below."

Maddy survived and now she wants to know why. Racked with survivor's guilt and beginning to suffer from Alzheimer's in her old age, 92-year-old Maddy has a painful recollection stuck on repeat - the moment she crashed a loaded B26 bomber during her role as an Air Auxiliary Pilot in World War II. Maddy's relives poignant memories; growing up during the Great Depression, war traumas, the death of her daughter and unborn grandchild, and yet it is the plane crash that she cannot get out of her head. As Maddy's memories fade and life draws to a close, she seeks to live her last moments to the fullest. From intriguing new neighbours to a pet pig and giggle brownies, humour and heartbreak abounds as she struggles to shake off the survivor's guilt that has haunted her for so long. Maddy's free-spirited adventures are thwarted by a ruthless elder care worker, who is making her life a misery. Strange events unfold - the decades old cold case of a murdered local Pastor surfaces, and shocking truths come to light about little sister Rosie's life during and after the war.

What really caused that fateful plane crash? Why did Maddy survive while others lost their lives? What really happened to her little sister Rosie during the war? As she faces the final challenges of life to set herself free from the shackles of culpability, Maddy may just redefine what it means to be a hero.

Large print paperback.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781723318474
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 07/17/2018
Edition description: Large Print
Pages: 328
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.73(d)

About the Author

Award-winning author and philosophical muse Jan Porter brings indigenous cultures, spiritual phenomena and unsung heroes to life in her notable collection of prize winning books. A connoisseur of literary fiction with a strong female lead and universal self-help books, Jan not only seeks to move and entertain with her humorous and heartfelt novels, but also to advise her worldwide audience as they look to her for counsel on angels, spiritual fulfillment and life after abuse. Born in rural Ontario, Canada, contemporary women's fiction author and self-help guru Jan grew up in the great outdoors, where she was captivated by the otherworldly allure of indigenous cultures, mysticism and tales of northern wilderness. She discovered her destiny to become an author during her teenage years when she came across old copies of Voltaire's Candide, Margaret Caven's I Heard the Owl Call My Name and the works of William Shakespeare. All masterpieces in their own right, the worn covers and tattered pages of these books, plays and novellas unearthed a passion for writing, and inspired Jan to transform her thoughts into words. Handwritten scribbles became typewritten short stories, articles and poetry, but it was only after a long career in Human Services that Jan decided to shine the spotlight on her writing and bring her female protagonists to life. After completing a Spiritualist / Metaphysical Minister's degree, she cocooned herself in a northern Ontario lakeside sanctuary, where she penned books with strong female heroines and self counsel course materials that had long been in various stages of completion. Little did she know that one day her work would win various book awards! With each new release, Jan continues to share the wisdom of unsung heroes and explore the human condition in literature. As a philosophical muse of human nature, quantum physics and the spirit world, Jan's popular fiction novels and self-help books are profound, moving, and inspiring, and often humorous and entertaining to boot. Awards: -Two-time winner of the Bookworks Book of the Week Award -Reader's Favorite Award for 'Soul Skin, Woman, have you had enough?' and 'Angel Guides, love communication' Website: www.janporter.ca YouTube channel: https: //www.youtube.com/user/inspiredsoulworks

Read an Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

The beginning of the end

"I killed Pastor Jacob."

"What?"

Gordon, aging with visible wrinkles that lined his furrowed face, grabbed Maddy's arm, insistent, "Damn it woman, listen to me! I've got to get a confession off my chest, before I croak. I said, it was me that killed Pastor Jacob!"

Through the many years, the two had been together, she had never heard him blither such a foolish statement. Nursing staff of the home care facility, busied themselves with gossip of the day, mostly complaining about the elderly in their care. They huddled just down the hall within ear listening. They would think of Gordon as demented, mad or worse; send for the police to investigate his demented confession of guilt.

"What? Don't be ridiculous! You couldn't possibly have." Maddy guffawed, "You were just a boy. We were all just kids." Worried hands wrung thinning skin, creating multiple folds of yellowish flesh. At one time these hands were soft and taut, the beauty of youth.

Maddy's memory flashed images of little sister, Rosie, returning home; defiled; sexually assaulted by Pastor Jacob. She saw herself as a child, helping Mom stir botulin mold spores into a homemade jar of strawberry jam. Her mind was not on the preserve making, rather intent on committing a crime; hoping to incite a stroke in the pedophile Pastor Jacob and render him; useless.

Whispering, she countered Gordon's statement, "No. Me and Mom. We did it."

"Nonsense", countered the frail voice of Gordon, straining to be forceful in his conviction. Waving a hand, the ridiculous notion from his wife's mouth was discarded. Yet, she was almost always right, about every facet of their lives. The potential of claim was irksome. Without solid proof, otherwise, somehow, he felt that she was right about this incident. The man acquiesced and grumbled, "I sure wanted to. I really tried to, honest-to-god."

"Oh, for goodness sake, you only knew half of what happened, and what other exaggerated truths others told you. That wolf in sheep's clothing diddled half the children in the community, a lot of angry parents wanted to have their go at him."

"No, I know I had a hand in it. I left crushed lead of fishing line sinkers in the meat of fish. I gave the cleaned fish to him that way."

"Oh Gordon, everybody wanted to off Pastor Jacob in one way or another. What makes you think your little contribution finished him off? Besides, he ran off, or the church elders moved him away. Maybe he got sick and left for a hospital somewhere else and just never came back. No one ever knew where he was or found him."

"No, no, no! I am sure of it." Gordon's face expressed determination and conviction for what he believed he played a part in the demise of the hateful minister.

"How would you know? You never said anything about this before?" Maddy showed respect for the substance of the man, yet held doubts to the feasibility of the person to carry out such a deed.

"Just because we've been married for fifty-five years, doesn't mean you know every single aspect of my life. I have private thoughts, and, I do have secrets that I haven't shared with anyone, not even you my love. It's not something you needed to know. For the need of your protection, for you and little Rosie, is why I've kept this secret all these years."

Maddy's hand waved flappingly, dismissing this dangerous conversation within ear hearing of nosey staff. She was rushing him to be ready for the outdoors, where they could chat privately. Her anxious hands and aching arms slid the man's sweater over Gordon's head. Leaving him to pull the heavy wool down, she tied his shoes. Painfully remembering the details of that terrible day so long ago in the past; today, the vision was fresh, as though happening in real time.

"Fine, just clearing the air with my participation. Jesus and Mother Mary will be waiting for me in heaven to pass judgment upon me. Then I'll know for sure, if he ate my lead laced trout." Gordon grimaced. A painful stroke in the shoulder resisting her hurried manner. "I do know one thing for sure. I do know who finished him off."

"What? What are you talking about? How could you know that?" Hiding guilt, Maddy slushed off the statement and played coy.

"I saw the Pastor, in the thorns of death. I was pretending to fish, wading the stream with my fly-fishing tackle. I saw him stumble while walking a dog along the shoreline, like a drunkard. I figured he was sick with the lead poisoning from the sinkers I left in the trout I gave him the night before."

"Shhhh," Maddy hushed, worrying the nurse's aide would be alarmed by Gordon's raised voice. She stood back while an aide entered the room to assist swiveling the man into a wheel chair, then leave to have them alone again. She tenderly finger-brushed his grey wavy hair and patted pink speckled cheek of age.

He grabbed her hand with frustrated force, his facial grin serious, "Think me a fool, but I know what I know."

Alarmed and concerned, Maddy was now very curious to know previously unknown details. "Know what, Love?" Keeping her voice soft and non-accusing, she had urged the man for further details.

"From a safe distance, I saw the Pastor stumble and fall. Downed, he wildly waved his arms around, mad as hell, as though he was being beaten. I saw his dog and scamper off from fright. The whole incident scared the bejesus out of me. I ran like hell to the house. That's when I found out that your cousin Jack was badly hurt, beaten to a pulp by those bad characters, up on the mountain and left for dead. Remember? I got all side tracked with the Jack business and forgot about Pastor Jacob, left down at the river. Your Dad had already rounded up Old Orville and Orville Junior, and some other men. We all went straight up the mountain to take care of those bad fellows who defiled and roughed up Jack. You and your Mom were busy nursing both Jack and little Rosie, waiting for the doctor. Remember? I had forgotten about Pastor Jacob, so I went down to the river the next morning and couldn't find him."

"How can I forget? It was a terrible day, all around." Maddy stopped protesting, for her Mother was sure; their botulin spore laced jam, the nature spirits and wildlife had done Pastor Jacob in. With the Pastor's body never found, most folks assumed that the pastor had just skipped town. She knew enough that beyond the river, wilderness lay. A vast rocky ridge where legends of spooky nature spirits and wild animals ruled. Fishermen and hunters reported strange unexplainable events that occasionally occurred in the wilderness. Gordon's involvement sounded plausible if he had been older. Being a boy at the time, the story seemed ridiculous nonsense.

It was Gordon who had not fared well in the gang fight over Jack's aggressors; one of them had sucker punched him so hard in the nose, it remained crooked throughout the rest of his life.

"It was; a terrible day at that, Love. Thank you for wanting to protect me and my family." She tenderly tweaked his crocked nose with loving hands. Shaking their heads, both remembering that fateful day and life before the war.

He whispered, "It was a terrible day and terrible deeds that happened to our little Rosie and Jack."

Aging Maddy wheeled his chair down through the hall-way and whispered into his ear, "I suppose we had to travel half-way around the world to find each other."

Gordon grinned. He had always been in love with her, since being young kids, though she only had eyes for cousin Jack, until the war.

Outside of the nursing home, Maddy wheeled Gordon along the sidewalk then into the garden. "How did we end up here? How in-the-hell did we get so damned old, so fast?" "I don't know Love. Life has passed in the blink of an eye. A cruel trick of nature is to be young and time-turtle slows by. Then all flashes by in a thought, in a blink of an eye."

At the garden bench, both glanced to the sky to watch a small airplane floating leisurely by. Maddy stepped on the wheelchair brake. "Life is funny; don't you think? We grew up, first as neighbours then in the same house. Then we had to go far away from home to find each other again. I'm ever so glad we have."

"Do you think if we had stayed here in Cedar Groove and not gone to war, we would have ended up together anyway?" Questioned a forlorn man of lasting yearning.

"Oh, I think so, Love." Maddy said, knowing the truth about Jack's natural attraction to masculine gender.

"I'll miss holding hands with you and stealing kisses."

Maddy smiled with warm memories of his closeness, his loving touch, refusing to accept the inevitable. Lighthearted she quipped, "I won't miss picking up your underwear off the floor and having to lean over and put the damned toilet seat down. Why is it, that men can never seem to find the laundry basket or put the toilet seat down?" Gordon smirked, "I knew how, I just liked getting a rise out of you."

Gently slugging his arm, she tisked, "You, old beggar!"

Unable to lean toward her, he kissed the air, gesturing a make-up kiss. "You're still the prettiest gal around. I thank God for you. Good thing you weren't much of a cook or dancer; I might've have lost you to another man," A shaking hand wiped a tear away.

Maddy smiled and relaxed to enjoy the view. She had spent her first twenty something years, crazy in love with the crop dusting, dare devil, and charismatic handsome cousin Jack. It had only been in trying to impress Jack, that she first strove to learn to fly and then fly with precision better than any man.

During WWII and after, Gordon's boring conservative nature brought welcome stability, which tamed the ravages of post-traumatic stress from a plane crash. His post war navy stress had always been profoundly deeper. Recovering and focusing on building a new life together, she was not sure who saved who. A marriage and baby brought welcome distractions that fulfilled their souls for a time. Only once had they openly talked of personal war-time horror stories. Once shared, they made a pact to never speak of the atrocities experienced, to each other or to others. While veterans often gathered at the Legion halls, drinking away stressors through the telling of tales and honouring comrades, Maddy and Gordon preferred to keep to themselves and avoid any discussions, news, post-war social events and certainly all military correspondence. It was far better for them, it seemed, to treat the ordeal as though having night terror dreams that would vanish when waking, as if not real. A new day would clean out the mind.

Real, was assuming Maddy's family homestead as their own. Here, they were happy, and grateful to resume a life in the tiny hamlet of Cedar Groove. The tiny rural community sat upon an earth meridian line, or so Maddy's mother had claimed. A mysterious line divided the northern wilderness sitting upon the great pre-Cambrian shield, flourishing with hundreds of hectares of cedar and spruce. To the south lay rolling hills, a patch work of farm fields. At the crux of the mysterious line, the mountain area had been recently endowed as a provincial park. Forest growth long hid cousin Jack's old moonshine distillery hut, now a rest stop for hikers and cross-country ski yuppies. At the base, stood a rusty red old tin water tower, threatening to pop a rivet and create a waterfall spill onto the county road below.

"I wonder, when-in-the-hell, they'll ever fix that damn thing or at least give it a coat of paint?" Demanded Maddy, her mind drifting through the years of history.

Gordon followed her eyes to the old rusty tin water tower. Memories brought a grin to his face. Toward home, Eagle River ran through the county, via the back end of their property. A thousand hours and more held childhood family picnics, romping and seasonal adventures. Mother and little sister Rosie communed with wildlife and nature spirits, while father, Jack and Gordon fly fished in the calm waters of the slow-moving river.

Like mother, old timers said that because the town sat on a meridian line, a cross point, where Highway Eight crossed over County Road Eight, every eighty years, all hell would break loose, for one day. It was a strange legend. Truth is often stranger than fiction. As though listening in on her train of thoughts, Gordon nodded in agreement. Living a long life, affords thousands of mutual memories and as a couple, thousands of unspoken conversations.

Deeply appreciating his constant stable companionship over the years, now more than ever, she said in a flirty school girl voice, "You're the handsomest man I ever laid eyes on." 7

"Your eyes are getting foggy and you can't see shite," Gordon countered, disliking the intent upon a current reality.

"I can still see the river and sunshine in your old coot eyes. I vision you standing arse deep in the river, with morning sunshine dancing on the river's sparkling water surface while you are casting a fly-fishing rod. It's when you are the happiest. Content, and at peace with life."

Gordon nodded. "Remember when we snuck into Old Orville's new pig pen, before a new lot of pigs arrived? We were making love in there, when old man Orville accidently locked the gate?"

Maddy giggled, "I thought we'd never get out of there. The mosquitoes were ravenous. Back then there was always flies hanging around, even when we'd go out on dinner dates."

"God-damned flies! I guess, every place was too close to Old Orville's pig operation."

Maddy sighed deeply with gratitude. "We've been lucky."

"We've been very blessed."

She tucked a blanket in around Gordon's thin legs, "How are you, Love?"

"Today, I feel fit as a fiddle. Maybe the doctor is wrong."

Maddy winced, knowing he was wrong and confused in the moment of past thoughts and reality. What if he was right? This is his best appearance and mood she had seen in years. Catching herself, and knowing better, she added, "Maybe".

"Ah, I know Love. I'm just feeling good today. I do miss our Irene and Robert though. I could swear that our little Irene and your cousin Jack were sitting on the edge of my bed last night. As real as anything, as though possessing life, and chatting and laughing. Strange, I must say. I was damn glad to see them though. I don't remember anything we talked about; I wish I could." Tearful eyes looked away, "Boy, you sure don't know how much you miss someone, until you see them again after a long time away."

Maddy recognized the process, she had witnessed it all before; with grandparents, friends, and parents. Refusing to display emotion to Gordon, she knew the obvious, they had come to prepare his transition from this world to the spiritual. "Lost loved ones are with us in spirit, just different from being here in the physical."

"Do you think; our Irene might have lived given the modern technology and treatments of today? A glint of hope expanded the irises of Gordon's eyes.

"Who's to know?" Maddy's eyes held no expression of hope.

Their daughter Irene died during childbirth at home amidst a winter blizzard. An aneurism claimed a life too early during the onset of a premature birth. Unable to push, the breeched baby girl lay trapped within Irene's womb, strangled in the umbilical cord. Irene and child died as one. A painful and fateful day. Maddy had battled guilt, deeply regretful. Worse; holding herself personally responsible and negligent for not getting Irene to a hospital before the onset of the blizzard. Negligent for not being able to at least turn and right the baby in time for safe passage.

The term 'negligent' had fallen upon Maddy's soul many times in life, each adding weight upon the next. No, there was no other summation, she had been negligent in taking proper steps to save her own daughter and grand baby. Irene's new young husband, Robert had been beside himself, pacing, wildly anxious. Gordon was frantic because of downed phone lines and tried in vain to shovel a drivable pathway in the driveway. Heavy snowfall prevented a doctor, or a midwife from transportation through the storm in time.

It had been too much for either parent to overcome. Their son-in-law Robert, so distraught, left for the city after the funeral and stayed away. They suspected his grief to be so deep that he was unable to face them. There was no blame. It was right that he felt that he had to leave and make a fresh start, away from memories of their daughter Irene's past life. Just as they had turned away from the atrocities of World War II, forward existing was a matter of surviving atrocities. Disassociation from hurt and making a clean break.

While their grief had left a dark cloud over their lives for years after having already been through so much during World War II, both instinctively knew they had to find a way to go on, without loved ones.

(Continues…)


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