I really looked forward to a week at the lake. No phone, no internet, no nothing to distract me from doing what I should have been doing all along. WRITING. Finishing the story I've been working on for far too long. Katie.
Katie needs to come to an end. Well maybe not an end as her life was far more complicated as just a beginning and an end. Yes, we all are born, live, and die. But do we leave a legacy? Does our life stand out or make an impact on others? Have I made a difference on other lives? I'd like to think so, but then again, only God knows that answer.
But back to Katie. Katie's life made a difference. People are still writing about her. Her name, Sop-na-haw, is written in history books in Wisconson, Illinois, and Iowa. There isn't much written about her but there is something.
Although she was a survivor of the Black Hawk War, and Black Hawk was her chief, but she was one of the lucky ones that was taken in by a white family that saw something in her. Maybe it was because she was so small, a waif of a girl, her torn and tattered clothing, hair in disarray, or even her tiny gaunt body, a body that had been deprived of food for over a week. We will never know what Mr. Jordan saw in this tiny girl but they formed a lasting bond until his passing.
This week has been good as I now have only one, maybe two, chapters to finish the story. Hopefully a story that will be read by you or your children.