Jenny's Angel

by D. L. Dennis

  Jenny’s

  Angel

  A Novel

  D. L. Dennis

  © D.L. Dennis 2016

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form whether mechanical, audio or photocopy without written permission from the publisher.

  ISBN: 978-1-61813-279-6

  Pacesetter Publishing

  www.pacesetterpublishing.com

  E-mail: dl@pacesetterpublishing.com

  First Printing 2016

  Printed in the United States of American

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  Books by D.L. Dennis

  The Book of Common Sense for a Successful Life

  The Witwer Files

  Saint’s Road

  Jenny’s Angel

  Jenny’s Angel is a heart warming story of a baby girl born with a deformed foot and left at the front gate of an orphanage in a basket when she was just a few weeks old. In spite of Jenny’s traumatic beginnings, she brings happiness, hope and love to everyone around her along with unexplainable and miraculous events.

  You will meet the dedicated staff of Anderson Calvary Orphanage whose mission is to create a family environment full of love for all the children in their care.

  Jenny develops an unusual friendship with a mysterious, old man that no one can understand – no one except Jenny!

  For He commands his angels with regard to you, to guard you wherever you go.

  Psalm 91:11

  Table of Contents

  1.CALVARY

  2.THE PUMPKIN PATCH

  3.ANDERSON CALVARY ORPHANAGE

  4.TRAGEDY STRIKES

  5.A HOUSE DESERTED

  6.THE “BIG HOUSE” RE-BORN

  7.A NEW BEGINNING FOR THE “BIG HOUSE”

  8.CALVARY PUMPKIN PATCH

  9.MIRACLE IN A BASKET

  10.JENNY

  11.AN ANGEL ON EARTH – THE DOCTOR

  12.JENNY THRIVES

  13.THE SHOE COBBLER

  14.HALLOWEEN PUMPKINS

  15.JENNY’S CRUTCH

  16.THE GARDEN

  17.THE “BIGS” & THE “LITTLES”

  18.THE FOOTBRIDGE AND THE FOREST

  19.THE CORNER CAFÉ

  20.THE OLD MAN

  21.CHRISTOPHER

  22.A COOKIE FOR CHRISTOPHER

  23.CHRISTOPHER’S PROMISE

  24.JENNY’S PLUNGE

  25.JENNY’S MIRACLE

  26.HOME AGAIN

  27.THE COAT

  28.RETURNING THE COAT

  29.THE MEDALLION

  30.ANOTHER MIRACLE

  31.GROWING UP

  32.THE PASSING YEARS

  33.ONE LAST VISIT

  Jenny’s

  Angel

  D. L. Dennis

  Pacesetter Publishing

  Chapter 1

  CALVARY

  As the golden sun peaked over the horizon, the sleepy little town of Calvary was already beginning to show signs of life on the dusty streets. Long before the sun came up, you could see lights twinkling in several houses throughout the little community and in the farm houses that dotted the surrounding countryside. Many of the residents got an early start to their day whether they were going to work or not.

  Calvary was a farming community with fields and farm houses of all sizes scattered across the countryside. For those individuals involved in farming, rising early during planting and harvesting seasons was a necessity, but this habit continued even during the winter months after the crops had been harvested and the fields were barren. “Sleeping in” was not in their vocabulary.

  The businesses in the community fell into step with the rhythm of the farming community and opened their doors early to be available to fill the needs of the farmers. During planting and harvesting months, it might even be necessary to stay open late to repair a piece of equipment. Without the farmer’s trade, most of the businesses would have a hard time keeping their doors open, and if that occurred, the little town of Calvary might cease to exist. That thought was not acceptable to anyone in Calvary. They were a close knit community and the residents, as well as those living for miles around, did everything they could to support the local businesses.

  Several vehicles, mostly trucks with mud-covered tires, could be seen creeping along slowly from all directions, heading to the main street to find the best parking place. Slow moving men clad in long sleeved plaid flannel shirts, bib overalls and work boots could be seen climbing out of their trucks and shuffling into the Corner Cafe, the most popular early morning gathering place. Some of the wives, and a few single ladies, would drop by the cafe a little later, but this early hour belonged to the men, and they preferred it that way. No one, male or female, ever discussed this ritual, and if anyone asked, the answer would be, “It’s just the way it is.” If someone new moved to Calvary, it did not take long for them to figure out that the early morning hour at the Corner Cafe belonged to the fellows.

  The conversations were almost always enthusiastic and jovial, and opinions on a variety of subjects could be heard. Few problems were ever solved, but everyone knew that if they wanted to discuss a current event or had a problem, the Corner Cafe was the place to take it to get an opinion.

  A steaming cup of hot coffee and a platter piled high with hot flaky biscuits and thick sausage gravy was the special every morning. That made up most of the orders for the men, with an egg or two added to some platters. Each time the door was opened, the smell of sausage frying escaped into the frosty morning air. Just the smell of it was enough to make your mouth water.

  For the regulars, Susie, the waitress did not even ask what they wanted. The minute she saw them get out of their vehicle or come through the door, she had their cups of coffee poured in the thick white mugs and their orders put on the kitchen window counter for the cook. Sugar bowls and little pitchers of cream had been filled before the “Open” sign was hung out and were setting on the counter and tables. The coffee was strong, and you could see the steam curling upwards. These early morning customers were creatures of habit, not only with what time they got up each morning, but with what they ate for breakfast.

  The Corner Cafe was not hard to find in Calvary. Ask any resident for directions, and they would tell you to look for the only restaurant on Main Street that sat on a corner. Then they might slap their knees and say with a chuckle, “That’s why it’s named the Corner Cafe.”

  The interior was cheerful and colorful with the red and white checked tablecloths made of oil cloth. Some of the tablecloths had been wiped off so many times, the red was beginning to fade, but no one really cared. As long as they were clean and the food was good, that was all that mattered. Those were two things that you could count on at the Corner Cafe.

  Red and white checked curtains were strung on a metal rod and covered the bottom half of the windows that looked out over Main Street. When the wind howled outside and blew hard against the windows, the curtains swayed back and forth like they were doing a dance. The tables by the windows were not the most popular ones when it was cold outside and those curtains were dancing. The windows would steam up, or if it was bitterly cold outside, you might even see a little frost around the window sills. If you were one of the unfortunate ones and had to sit by the windows when that happened, you just might have to eat your meal with your coat on. That did not seem to keep people away from the Corner Cafe though.

  The gray Formica counter, with its chrome bar stools and red vinyl seats, was in a horseshoe shape, which made it easy for Susie to refill everyone’s coffee cup. Susie could carry a pot of hot, steaming coffee in each hand, pouring on each side as she walked up and down the center of the counter and never miss a beat in the conversation. She kept her eyes on the tables around the room. She would slide out from behind the counte
r and most of the time had the coffee cups refilled before anyone could raise a hand to let her know that the cup needed a refill. Everyone marveled at how Susie could greet everyone, take orders, fill coffee cups, deliver orders and never get flustered.

  Susie had been serving up meals for more years than she wanted to talk about, but she loved her job, particularly during these early morning hours. She called everyone by their first name, and if a stranger walked in, they were not a stranger long. It would not be long before Susie was calling them by their first name and knew all about them.

  Sometimes you could see Miss Callie’s white head bobbing up and down in the kitchen as she helped Joe, the cook. Miss Callie was the owner of the Corner Cafe, and like Susie, she had been operating the Corner Cafe for more years than she wanted to remember. Even though she talked about closing it down or trying to sell it, no one believed her. Everyone knew that Miss Callie loved dishing up good food, but visiting with her customers was what kept her going. When she was not in the kitchen, she was flitting from one table to the other asking how their food was, or wanting to know about their families. Not much happened in Calvary that Miss Callie did not know about. No one knew just exactly how old Miss Callie was. When anyone hinted at wanting to know her age, her blue eyes would sparkle and with a grin on her face, she would say, “Honey, I’ve been around for a long, long time.”

  The Corner Cafe was also open for lunch and during the supper hour. Miss Callie was always threatening to close at 3:00 in the afternoon, but there was such an uproar from her customers, she could never go through with it. It was just as busy during the lunch and supper hours as it was for breakfast.

  Early each morning, the specials of the day were written on a large blackboard that was attached to the wall. That was the first thing everyone looked at before they even took a seat. Sometimes people would pop into the Cafe just to look at the blackboard to see what the specials were for lunch and dinner, which varied from day to day and week to week. There was no pattern to what the daily specials were, and that is just the way Miss Callie wanted it. When she was asked why she did not run the specials the same each week, she would just chuckle and say, “If I did that, you wouldn’t have to come in and look. I like to keep you guessin.’”

  It was difficult to find a seat in the Corner Cafe when Miss Callie decided to have a “Ham and Beans and Cornbread Special” for 15 cents. Nobody could make sweet cornbread like Miss Callie, and she would not give the recipe out, not even to Joe, the cook. She said it was a secret recipe handed down from her family, and it was going to stay a secret! Some people liked to slather their cornbread with lots of sweet butter, and others liked to crumble it up in their bowl of beans. Every bowl had several chunks of succulent ham in with the beans. Joe learned early on that every pot he had needed to be filled with ham and beans, and he rarely had many helpings left over at the end of the day.

  When it was pumpkin season, sometimes Miss Callie would add a piece of pumpkin pie with real whipped cream........at no extra cost to a meal, but that was never written on the blackboard. This was one of the many ways Miss Callie showed her appreciation to all of her loyal customers.

  Lunch was served from 11:00 a.m. until 1:00 p.m., so if you wanted whatever the special was for that day, it was best to be there at 11:00 or shortly thereafter, particularly if it was ham and bean day. The word would spread like a wildfire. It seemed as though everyone in town would show up hoping that Miss Callie had chosen that day to add a piece of pie. She kept them guessing! Miss Callie never wanted anyone to leave the Corner Cafe disappointed, though, so if she ran out of pie, she would give everyone a big round, soft sugar cookie. Miss Callie was not as concerned with making money as she was with making people happy. Her soft sugar cookies were almost as famous as her cornbread and pumpkin pie, and it was not unusual for her to waltz around the tables handing out warm sugar cookies. She loved to bring a smile to everyone’s face.

  Most days, there was a lull in the middle of the morning and afternoon, but even then there were always a few people popping in for a cup of coffee or a piece of pie. Nobody could make pies like Miss Callie. The flaky crust melted in your mouth, and she could make any kind of pie you could dream up. Her specialty was a banana cream pie with golden tipped meringue so high it almost toppled off.

  Miss Callie always baked the pies in the early morning hours before the sun came up and the restaurant opened for breakfast. It was always dark when she started her pie baking, and she did not want to be disturbed.

  When you saw the light shining dimly through the front windows from the kitchen, and the “Closed” sign on the door in those early morning hours, you knew that Miss Callie was rolling out pie crusts and whipping up the fillings! Unless the building was on fire, everyone knew not to disturb Miss Callie. She said that these early morning hours were her special prayer time. She could pray and bake at the same time!

  Not often, but once in a while, Miss Callie would run a little late in getting started. On one of those days, Joe and Susie stayed out of her way during pie baking time. Puffs of flour would rise and the rolling pin would fly over the crusts as Miss Callie rolled them out. Bowls of various types of filling set on the counter waiting to be spooned into the crusts. The only thing Miss Callie would allow Joe or Susie to do was to take the pies out of the oven and slice them. She did not want anyone messing around with her pies! By the time the customers came trickling in, the pie case would be full and ready for the day. Rarely was a piece of pie left at the end of the supper hour. Joe always wished for at least one left over piece so he could eat it for breakfast the next day.

  Miss Callie did not have any family in Calvary. She was not from around the area, and people wondered where she had met the young man she had married and how they ended up in Calvary. The old-timers just remembered that the two of them came to Calvary when they were quite young and were looking for work. Her husband started working for a farmer and had died in a farming accident just a few years after their marriage making her a widow at a very early age. Miss Callie did not talk about where she came from or about her family, so little was known about her past. She did not have any children so when she opened the Corner Cafe, it was her livelihood and her customers were her family.

  Miss Callie loved to see the children come in with their moms and dads. As they were learning to talk, the little tykes were taught to say Aunt Callie. Miss Callie never tired of hearing the children call out her name. She always kept two big containers of vanilla and chocolate ice cream in the freezer in the back room. Many days she would give the children a dip of ice cream if they ate their meal. It did not take long for them to learn that Aunt Callie would give them ice cream IF she saw a clean plate!

  Miss Callie also enjoyed having the children stop by after school, or on a hot afternoon during summer vacation. Many days, she would be handing out ice cream cones, even if the child’s parents did not ever come to the Corner Cafe. Aunt Callie had a big heart and never wanted any child to feel left out.

  People would ask her how she could make any money because she was always giving away something. Miss Callie would smile and her blue eyes twinkled as she told them that money was not important. All she cared about was having enough to live on and making people happy. No one could deny that she did a good job at that!

  Miss Callie lived only a couple of blocks from the restaurant. Every day you could see her heading home for a rest after the lunch crowd cleared out. By that time of day, she had put in a full day at work, and she needed a little time off. She had always been fortunate in having good help like Susie so she did not worry about leaving for a little while in the afternoon. Susie and Joe’s shift was over in the middle of the afternoon, but each of them had trained someone to take their place. Even though they did not have any ownership in the restaurant, they were as concerned about it as Miss Callie was. They always made sure that there was competent help to replace them when they left. Miss Callie was so grateful for their help and concern that when
ever the receipts were tallied up for the week, Joe and Susie would find a few extra dollars in their pay envelopes.

  Miss Callie loved being in the restaurant during the busy times so she rarely missed a day when she did not stay through the lunch hour. When she got home after the lunch, she would head for her easy chair and prop her feet up. It would not take long for her to drop into a sound sleep. She never told anyone how old she was, but with those early morning pie baking hours, she needed an afternoon rest. It was a rare day that she did not make it back for the supper hour, but every once in a while, she was just too tired.

  The Corner Cafe was always closed on Sunday. Her regular customers wanted her to stay open at least through the lunch hour, but she told them that Sunday was church day. If Miss Callie was not at church, before the day was over someone would go to her house to check on her because she never missed going to church. She did not want to make anybody work on Sunday. She wanted to give them the opportunity to go to church and spend time with their families. She knew she could make more money, but that was not what was important to her.

  Chapter 2

  THE PUMPKIN PATCH

  The little town of Calvary was nestled between a river on one side and farms of all sizes spread throughout the countryside on the other three sides. The Calvary River was far enough away that there was no threat of it ever flooding the town. The population of Calvary had grown very little since the “Big Road,” as the town folk called it, had been built. The “Big Road” by-passed Calvary so the little town struggled to keep businesses and attract new residents. Most of the residents of Calvary had little desire to be on the “Big Road” to make trips to the large cities to the north and to the south of Calvary. They were content to do all of their business in Calvary if at all possible.

  The fields were lifeless and mostly barren on this blustery November day. Crops had been harvested, and all that remained were pieces of cornstalks sticking up haphazardly out of the ground. There were a few small rotting pumpkins left in the pumpkin patch down by the river. There had been a couple of hard freezes earlier in the month, and those pumpkins that had not been harvested had withered up, curling into strange looking shapes. Wild critters had chewed many of them into bizarre shapes.