Small Town Girl

where we snorkeled, sailed, laughed, relaxed, and played tourist while our ugly Minnesota winter wore itself out.

Spring arrived bringing a cold Easter, but we had a gang here for dinner and an Easter egg hunt, followed by more weeks of cold weather before those bulbs finally bloomed in the backyard. But when they did- shazam! I wish every one of you could have seen it.

It was in the midst of tulip season that I completed Then Came Heaven, a book set, appropriately, in my hometown of Browerville, Minnesota in 1950, the year I started grade school. My career began with The Fulfillment, also set in Browerville. I wanted my last book set there, as well. You see, Then Came Heaven will be the final book of my career. The day I sent it in, April 22nd, was the official beginning of my retirement. I have written since 1974 and have known for three years when I would retire. Though I suppose many of you will be disappointed that there'll be no more books, for me this is the beginning of a splendid time of life. There are still years to enjoy my good health, my grandchildren, my travels, and indulge myself in the luxury of devoting time to many creative pastimes that I set aside for nearly a quarter of a century while I was an author. I'm going to go to parades, join a bowling league, tour gardens, have some residents of the old folks' home over to my gazebo for lunch, decorate fancy Christmas cookies the way I used to, sew long gowns for my Victorian luncheons, loaf at our cabin-need I go on? My life as an author has been full, but it will be equally as full during the years ahead.

Already, since my retirement began, we've had a spectacular trip to Washington, D.C., and the Virginia countryside where we were guests at the home of America's premiere sculptor, Frederick Hart, some of whose works we own. Mr. Hart sculpted the three soldiers at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, among many other famous works. Besides the D.C. trip, we've been to wine tastings, a Minnesota Twins game, a parade comprised solely of marching bands, had an endless stream of guests over for swimming and dinner, been to a Glen Campbell concert, and been guests at our friends' new farm.

It's going to continue, too! On the Fourth of July there'll be twenty-three here for picnicing, swimming, volleyball on our new court, basketball on our new half-court, sack races and other traditional games, and a trip down the hill to watch our town's fireworks over the St. Croix River. The week after the fourth, it's a fancy gazebo luncheon for my six sisters-in-law, then a five-day visit from my friend, Deborah Raffin, and a weekend of babysitting Spencer and Logan-

And so it goes.

Sometimes I wonder why I don't run out of steam. But I live by the philosophy that life is not a dress rehearsal, so you have to pack as much fun into it as possible. Do it now!

As I say goodbye, I wish all of you the spirit and stamina to make as many memories as possible with your own lives. I wish you loved ones to do it with, a surprise now and then, and lots of laughter along the way.

Thank you for forking out all that money for so many of my books that you put me on those bestseller lists time after time after time. Thank you for the thousands of letters, and for all the hours you stood in line waiting for auto-graphs; for the gifts you've sent and the stories of your lives you've shared with me. You, my readers, have been the lifeblood of my career. Thanks again.

All my best wishes,

Lavyrle Spencer

Stillwater, Minnesota

LAVYRLE SPENCER

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