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Joyous Journeys
Joyous Journeys
Joyous Journeys
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This book is a light-hearted account of Dales journeys on the Seine River and in Paris, on the Rhine and Mosel Rivers through the heart
of France, and of a religious pigrimage to the Oberammergau Passion Play in Bavarian Germany. For fun, he also tosses in an amusing autobiography of a cat named Molly who refused to be a mouser, which he wrote for his great granddaughter and kids of all ages.
LanguageEnglish
PublisheriUniverse
Release dateNov 11, 2010
ISBN9781450267229
Joyous Journeys
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Dale Sheets

Dale T. Sheets was raised on a family farm in Indiana and he served on a Destroyer Escort in World War II. He has been a high school English teacher and school superintendent. He has published two previous books by iUniverse: Fond Recollections, an autobiography and Thy Sweet Love Remembered, a novel. He resides in West Lafayette, Indiana.

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    Joyous Journeys - Dale Sheets

    Contents

    Christmastime on the Seine

    With Rita

    Twelve Bottles of Wine on the Rhine

    With Charlie

    Return to Oberammergau

    A Promise Kept

    Molly’s Journey to Stardom

    Christmastime on the Seine

    With Rita

    A Harlequin Romance writer would have this trip begin with a plane lifting a loving couple above the southern shores of Lake Michigan with the Sears Tower rapidly dropping beneath the horizon and nine hours later, landing the excited couple gently down on the deck of a river ship docked on the left bank of the Seine River in the heart of Paris with the Eiffel Tower for background. What a story that would be and what a trick that would be, landing that plane on the deck of such a small ship, but never mind, that’s Harlequin Romances for you. But this account of our trip to Paris and the events leading up to it is more prose than poetry.

    My nephew Ed had asked me to fill in as a fourth in a euchre game which he was planning; the other three were Rita, her sister Eva, and Ed.

    You’ll like Rita, he said. She’s single, intelligent, and witty.

    He said nothing about Eva so I concluded she was off limits for me.

    Rita lost her husband, Ed continued, in an auto accident twenty years ago, remains unmarried, and has a married son and three grandkids. She’s a country girl who made it on her own. Owns a farm.

    What else about her, I asked

    The good news is she looks good in blue jeans, the bad news is, I’ve never seen her wear anything else. Also, I warn you, her language is a little salty, and may shock an English major like you. She gets it honestly from competing with men in the construction business which she and her husband started, and (listen to this) she was a demolition derby queen in her thirties, but, believe me, she is still feminine and quite sexy.

    Ed never mentioned her age, but I guessed she was several years younger than I and a real stretch of the imagination to think she would be interested in me, but when I arrived for the euchre game she greeted me with a great smile and exclaimed, Well, look who’s here, the Pillar of the Community himself.

    I was taken back by that reference but I assumed it was for having been Superintendent in the local school district for nineteen years and named a Sagamore of the Wabash on my retirement, as well as being a familiar figure at the county fair where I had announced the cattle show for 40 years and the 4-H Queen shows ten years, and had just recently been inducted into the White County Agriculture Hall of Fame.

    That first card game became more card games and eventually ended up with my asking Rita to have dinner with me, and that led to our going steady for three years which then gave me courage to invite her on this trip to Paris with me--Separate beds, I had added.

    She accepted the invitation but threatened to take a big bite out of my butt if I dared cross the line.

    J’ vous aime, beacoup, I responded, summoning up one of the few expressions I had learned from only one-semester of French at Purdue.

    I don’t know what that means, said Rita, and I’m not sure I want to know.

    It was something nice, I said.

    O, I’ll bet.

    Then I won’t tell you.

    A month later we were at the Charles DeGaule Airport in Paris where our hosts from the Grand Circle Travel agency were waiting to welcome us to their annual Christmastime on the Seine cruise. It was November 25, 2009, one day short of Thanksgiving, the day Christmas shopping traditionally begins, but for Rita and I, it was not a Christmas shopping trip, but a chance to sightsee in Paris and other stops along the Seine River. It was Rita’s first trip abroad.

    Shortly after we arrived, our greeters shuttled us by bus to our ship, the M.S. Bizet, which was docked on the left bank of the Seine River within walking distance of the Eiffel tower and in the very heart of Paris. From the deck of our ship, we had a clear view of

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