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  THE TROYER SISTERS SERIES

  by Rebekah Fisher

  The Troyer Sister Series - Copyright © 2017 by Rebekah Fisher. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents are used fictitiously and are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations are entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Book 1

  (Miriam’s Story)

  Book 2

  (Rose’s Story)

  Book 3

  (Katie’s Story)

  Book 4

  (Abigail’s Story)

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  Book 1

  (Miriam’s Story)

  Chapter 1

  Miriam Troyer, the eldest of the four sisters, rolled out the biscuit dough just the way her mother had shown her. She thought tonight was a good night to make chicken stew with buttered biscuits. It was the anniversary of her mother’s death, and although it was a painful time for everyone to remember, they usually spent the evening listening to their father tell all his wonderful stories about their parents when they were young.

  “Miriam, do I smell Mamm’s chicken stew?” twelve year old Abigail asked, limping into the kitchen after school. Abigail was Miriam’s youngest sister.

  Nodding her head, Miriam smiled. “Jah, with the fresh vegetables Daed brought in from the fields yesterday, I thought a stew would be appropriate.”

  “I miss Mamm,” Abigail said sadly, sitting down at the table and resting her chin in her hands. “Why did Gott call her away?” Abigail had been five when God called their mother home, and Miriam always had a soft spot in her heart for her little sister. She had been born with a slight limp, and although it wasn’t enough to stop her, Miriam knew she was self-conscious about it.

  Shrugging, Miriam said, “I’m not sure, Abigail, but Gott must have had a reason. At least she is no longer in pain.”

  “Is that chicken stew I smell? I’m so hungry!” Katie said, coming into the kitchen. “You are the best shveshtah ever.” Katie was fourteen and in her last year of school. She couldn’t wait to finish school and stay home and help her sisters at home. She was hoping to one day marry Thomas Becker, whom she had known for years. It was her dream that even at her young age, Thomas would propose to her once school was finished, even though they wouldn’t be able to marry for a few more years.

  “Abigail, would you please set the table? Daed should be in soon from the fields. You know how he likes to have everything ready,” Miriam said, stirring the stew on the stove.

  “But that’s Rose’s job. I pour the water,” Abigail protested. “It’s not fair that she gets a job outside of the house, and we have to do her chores.”

  “Now shush; Rose is providing extra income to the family, and it’s what Gott wants her to do,” Katie said calmly. Katie looked out the kitchen window wondering if her older sister would be home for supper at all. Rose had been offered a job working at the local supermarket and without talking to anyone she accepted it. Their father had been very upset at first but when he realized the extra income was helping, he soon gave his blessing.

  Hearing the back door open, Miriam knew her father had come in from the fields. John Troyer was a hard worker who loved his family. He was devastated when his wife died; and Miriam, being the oldest was worried about what would happen to their family. Finally, he pulled through and began working even harder. Miriam knew that it was his way of coping because his daughters were a reminder of the love he had lost.

  Miriam went over and hugged her father. “Supper is almost ready, Daed. I made chicken stew and biscuits tonight.”

  John Troyer smiled at his daughter. “Your Mamm was famous for her chicken stew. I’m glad she taught you how to make it.”

  Taking a seat, he looked over at Katie and Abigail. “How was your day, my dochtahs? I hope they were filled with lots of prayers to Gott.”

  “Jah, Daed,” Katie and Abigail said together, then broke out into a fit of giggles.

  “Thomas Becker asked if I could go to the community center with him tomorrow, Daed. Would it be alright if I go?” Katie asked, glancing over at Miriam.

  “Thomas Becker? He’s the boy from up the road a couple miles, isn’t he? The one whose parents own the dairy farm?” John said sitting back in his chair.

  “Jah, but if you don’t want me to…” Katie started to say.

  “Nee, nee, you can go. His parents are fine people, and I know that Thomas has good values,” John said, smiling.

  Katie ran over and hugged her father. “Danke, Daed.”

  “Alright, supper is ready,” Miriam interrupted as she brought the bowls of stew to the table.

  “What about Rose?” Abigail asked.

  “She may have to work late tonight. There will be leftovers for her when she gets home,” Miriam said. She sat down and looked over at her father to say grace. It annoyed her that her sister would be late on this important night.

  Everyone bowed their heads as John began to pray:

  “Dear Lord, thank You for this meal we are about to eat and thank You for all your blessings that you have given us this day. I thank You for looking after my girls and helping them become strong women, and I thank You for taking care of my Elsa, I know she is with you. Please tell her that we all miss her very much and think of her every day. Amen.”

  They were just finishing supper when Rose flew through the door.

  “I’m so sorry. I had to work late, and I know tonight is an important night,” Rose said as she went to grab a bowl. “Ach, Miriam, you made Mamm’s stew recipe. What a beautiful tribute.

  John looked up from his bowl and smiled as Rose sat down. “Better late than never, Rose. I just want you girls to know that your Mamm would have been so proud of each and every one of you. She loved you with all of her heart. Now let’s eat. I am sure your Mamm would not want us to let this delicious stew get cold.”

  * * *

  After supper, they all helped clean up the kitchen and then everyone gathered in the sitting room. John looked around the room at his girls and smiled.

  “Daed, tell us the story of how you and Mamm met,” Abigail said, cuddling up to her father on the couch.

  “Ach, do you girls ever get tired of this story?” John laughed, closing his eyes, briefly remembering that day.

  John and Elsa had met in grade school and were inseparable. At seven years old, Elsa Miller told everyone that when she grew up, she was going to marry John Troyer. At the time, everyone just laughed, but ten years later, John and Elsa married in her parent's home. They went on to have one of the most successful vegetable farms in the area and were the proud parents of four healthy girls. They were a happy family until tragedy struck and they discovered that Elsa had cancer. A year later she went to be with God. Her parents had a unique relationship based on love and trust and one that Miriam hoped she and Jacob Schmidt would have.

  “Daed, do you know what kind of gifts are in our hope chests?” Katie asked.

  John smiled, thinking back to his wife and her gift to each of the girls. Elsa had given strict orders that they could not open their chest until their wedding day. “Jah, I know. You will only find out on your wedding day. Your Mamm worked very hard getting those chests ready. It was h
er way of being there on your wedding day.”

  The girls sat quietly for a moment; each one thinking about their chest and what their mother could have given them.

  “Well, I am off to bed,” John said after a couple hours of sharing stories about their mother. He went over to hug each one of them. “Tomorrow is another working day.”

  Miriam nodded. “Jah, there is school tomorrow, and it is past your bedtime,” she said to Katie and Abigail.

  After making sure everyone was tucked in, Miriam went into her bedroom and closed the door. Staring over at the corner of her room where her chest was, she smiled, thinking of the day she would be able to open it. She had been seeing Jacob for quite a while now, and although they had not spoken of marriage, Miriam thought it was just a matter of time before he asked her to court him. Turning off her kerosene lamp, she snuggled down in bed, hoping to dream about her wedding day and to find out what was in her hope chest.

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  Chapter 2

  “What are you doing Saturday night?” Jacob Schmidt asked Miriam when she met him at the market.

  Miriam thought for a moment. “Nothing. I don’t have any plans. Why?”

  “A bunch of friends are meeting for game night at the community center, and I thought it would be fun to go,” Jacob said, helping Miriam carry her bag of groceries to her buggy.

  “I would love to. That sounds like fun.”

  “Great, I’ll come by and pick you up around seven.”

  Driving home, Miriam couldn’t help but smile to herself. She and Jacob had been friends since grade three. His family had moved into the community after buying a farm just up the road from Miriam’s. Jacob’s family was poor, so most of his clothes were well worn. The other children avoided him, but Miriam was the first to go over and talk to him. She shared her lunch with him when she discovered he didn’t have much to eat. His father did odd jobs around the town and sometimes would go weeks without any work. Miriam’s mother had always taught her to help those less fortunate than them. Before too long, Miriam and Jacob had become best friends. Once they finished school, Jacob found a job helping out at the local grocery store. Miriam believed it wouldn’t be much longer before he proposed to her. She was so sure, that she spent her spare time daydreaming about becoming his wife and having a family. She already had plans in her mind that they would live with her father for awhile and Jacob could work for him on the farm, and then one day they would build their home right beside his house.

  Saturday night, Jacob arrived on time to pick up Miriam. Driving into town, Miriam looked at him and smiled. “So Jacob, where do you see yourself in a few years?” Miriam hoped that by asking questions like that, she could get an idea of what his plans were.

  Jacob looked over at Miriam and frowned. “I haven’t much thought about it. My parents need me at home right now. My mamm isn’t doing well and is in bed most of the time.”

  Miriam put her hand on his arm. “Ach, Jacob, I didn’t realize your mamm was sick. I’m sorry, and I’ll be sure to pray for her tonight.”

  “Danke. The doctor said it could be her heart, so she has to take it very easy,” Jacob said. “With my bruder and shveshtah married and living so far away, there is only me to help.”

  “I guess it makes it hard to plan your future,” Miriam said, feeling a bit disappointed.

  “Jah, but once she gets stronger, I hope things will get back to normal,” Jacob said, pulling into the community center parking lot.

  “Do you ever think about getting married?” Miriam asked, taking Jacob’s hand as she jumped out of the buggy.

  “Jah, one day I’d like to be married and own a large piece of land.” He smiled at Miriam. “I’m sure you understand.”

  Miriam smiled back at him and nodded. She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by asking her if she understood. Was it because it was his way of letting her know he wanted to marry her eventually? Or did it have another meaning?

  Walking into the community center, they were met by their group of friends. They had all gone to school together, and several of the couples were now married. Miriam longed for the day that she could announce to her friends that she and Jacob were getting married.

  They had an enjoyable evening of games and laughs and even though she and Jacob were friends, it sometimes felt like they were a couple.

  Getting home later that night, Miriam found Katie still up and sitting in the kitchen having a glass of juice.

  “Did you and Jacob have a nice time?” Katie asked.

  “Jah, we did. It’s always fun to get together with friends,” Miriam said, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

  “Do you think Jacob will ask to marry you?”

  Miriam smiled. “I’m hoping he will. We’re friends but we’re always together, and I know he isn’t seeing anyone else but me.”

  Katie smiled. “Well, I’m sure he’ll ask when the time is right.”

  Miriam looked around the room as if to see if anyone was listening, then turned to her sister. “Just between you and me, I pray every night to Gott asking that Jacob asks to court me.”

  Katie giggled. “I do the same about Thomas. I think someday we’ll marry.”

  Miriam smiled at her sister. “You still have a while to go before you can even think about getting married.”

  Katie laughed. “I know Miriam, but I can still dream. Anyway, good night,” she said as she got up and hugged her sister.

  Getting ready for bed, Miriam couldn't help but think about her conversation with Jacob earlier that night. She was sure he would ask her to marry him; she just wished he would give her some hint or sign as to what his plans were.

  Kneeling beside her bed, she closed her eyes and prayed. Dear Gott, please help Jacob’s mother to get better and please give Jacob a sign so that he can ask me to court him. I’d love to become his wife. Thank You for all You have given me, for keeping my daed and shveshtahs safe and healthy. Please continue to take care of Mamm as she helps You in the next world. Amen.

  As she climbed into bed, Miriam couldn’t help but smile. God had been good to them, and she had much to be thankful for. She knew all her dreams would come true; she just needed to be patient. After all, she was only twenty and still young, but she found it frustrating when she thought about many of her friends who were only nineteen and were already married and starting to have children. She knew her day would come; she just wished it was soon.

  * * *

  Chapter 3

  Miriam jumped out of bed and ran to her window. Opening it, she put her head outside and took a deep breath. God had given them another glorious day and she couldn’t have been more thankful. Jacob had asked her if they could go for a picnic on that afternoon and Miriam was confident that this was the day. His mother was feeling better and was back on her feet, and Miriam could only think that the reason he suggested a picnic was that he was going to ask her to court him and set a wedding date.

  Getting dressed, she ran downstairs to get breakfast ready for her father and sisters. After breakfast, Miriam planned on making some biscuits and bake some chicken to bring for their lunch. She knew the perfect place for a picnic. Down the road, there was a small park area with a path that led to a small stream. There were places to sit along the water that would make an excellent spot for a picnic.

  “Daed, Jacob has asked me to go on a picnic at lunch time, so I’ll leave your lunch in the ice box if that’s okay,” Miriam said to her father when he came down for breakfast.

  “Where are you going?” Abigail asked. “Can I come too?”

  Miriam smiled at Abigail. “Nee, you are staying here with Katie and Rose. I think we are going to the old stream.”

  Katie looked at Miriam and gave her a mischevious grin. “So what are you and Jacob going to talk about?”

  Miriam shrugged at her sisters. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out, won’t I?”

  “Now girls, don’t be sticking your nose in Miriam’s business. She is a youn
g woman and deserves her privacy,” John said, getting up from the table. He went over and gave Miriam a kiss on the cheek. “Have fun, Miriam, dear. I’ll see you tonight.”

  Miriam quickly cleaned up after breakfast and finished her chores for the morning. She had a hard time concentrating as her mind constantly thought of Jacob and what he was going to ask her today. She just knew today was the day.

  Rose came running into the kitchen. “I forgot to tell you, but I am going to town today.”

  Miriam looked up at her sister. “But you promised to help Abigail with her sewing. She’s been looking forward to it.”

  “I already spoke to Katie, and everything is fine. I’m sorry, but I completely forgot I had a lunch planned when you asked me.”

  “As long as you are sure Katie is okay with teaching Abigail to sew. I had asked you in the first place,” Miriam said, annoyed.

  “Just go and have fun. Everything will be all right,” Rose said, waving off her sister's concern. “Ach, I must run, my friend is here.”

  Miriam frowned as she thought of her sister's irresponsibility. Rose always had a way of getting out of things.

  “What are you bringing to the picnic?” Katie asked as she came in from hanging the clothes on the line.

  Miriam smiled. “I thought I would bring a salad and some chicken and biscuits and some of the left over Shoo Fly Pie.”

  Miriam went over and pulled the picnic basket from the top shelf. She smiled as she looked at it and thought of her mamm and how she used to prepare picnics under the big maple tree in the yard when they were young.

  “So, do you think this is the day?” Katie asked, sitting down to help Miriam wrap some of the chicken.

  Miriam nodded her head. “It has to be. Why else would he ask to be alone with me? Ach, Katie, I am so nervous and excited at the same time. I’ve dreamed of this moment ever since I met him.”

  “I’m excited for you, Miriam. You deserve this, and you will make Jacob a wonderful wife. I just know it,” Katie said as she stood up. “I have to run into town. I promised my friend that I would meet her for lunch.”