Written by: Charlene Baumbich
QUESTIONS AND TOPICS FOR DISCUSSION
AN INTRODUCTION TO CHARLENE ANN BAUMBICH’S DEAREST DOROTHY SERIES
It would be easy to say “Welcome to Partonville.” But a far better orientation for this little circle-the-square town in southern Illinois is coming up the road. See that dust cloud yonder? That’s Dorothy; or, as folks around here are fond of saying, Dearest Dorothy, coming into town from her beloved Crooked Creek Farm. Dorothy Wetstra—that’s like “wet straw,” only without the “w” at the end—is an eighty-seven-year-old oldster (as she calls herself) who serves as Partonville’s ambassador to the rest of the world. You might want to take a step away from the curb—once Dorothy climbs behind the wheel of her 1976 Lincoln, The Tank, the only thing that can stop her is a brick wall. Or maybe a garbage truck. Anyway, armed with her faith in The Big Guy (the one upstairs, as it were) and a positive attitude seasoned by her nearly ninety years in this small town, Dorothy is a walking wonder. Retired bandleader, genuine firecracker, and perpetual cheerleader, Dorothy is brimming with life. And, oh, what a life.
Though Valentine’s Day is long gone from Partonville, romance is still in the air. A teenage couple steals goodnight kisses. Two lovebirds who thought it was too late find their match. The same can’t be said, however, for Jacob Wetstra as he tries for some sparks of his own.
But not all the residents of this circle-the-square town are in Cupid’s sights. A battle for the mayor’s office has some residents launching a few political arrows of their own. What a rotten time for dissent—Katie Durbin’s mini mall is about to put Partonville back on the map. But even the excitement of Katie’s mall-naming contest can’t compete with this juicy political story. No matter what the citizens of Partonville end up calling it, this mini mall could spell trouble—especially with Katie still buying up land left and right. Does Gladys, the acting mayor, have Partonville’s best interest at heart if she supports Katie’s plans?
The answer comes when Dorothy Wetstra, Partonville’s favorite cheerleader, takes a side. But has the town become too divided for even Dorothy’s prayers and enthusiasm to mend? As happens in life, it sometimes takes an outsider to remind folks just how good they have it. But who is this stranger and will he be too late? It’s all about timing, Dearest Dorothy—and God’s timing is always perfect!
ABOUT CHARLENE ANN BAUMBICH
Charlene Ann Baumbich is the author of the previous three books in the Partonville series. A popular speaker, journalist, and author, for several years she has lectured to women’s groups and retreats. Baumbich is also an award-winning journalist whose work has appeared in the Chicago Tribune, Today’s Christian Woman, and numerous other publications. She is the author of six nonfiction books of humor and inspiration.
A CONVERSATION WITH CHARLENE ANN BAUMBICH
You’ve recently done quite a bit of touring. In your travels, have you found your books strike a chord not limited to geographic region? Where have you been most surprised to find a fan base?
I guess one of the biggest and most delightful (and celebrated!) surprises was to be embraced in the deeper South as a Southern writer, especially since I’ve lived in the Chicago suburbs all my life and Partonville is only as far south as the “northern part of southern Illinois,” which, at least to my way of thinking, is decidedly the Midwest. But regardless of geographical locations—from the Dakotas, to the Deep South, to the East Coast, to Washington—readers tell me via e-mails and store appearances that I’ve nailed life in their town, or one that they used to live in or their grandmother lives in now. They are identifying more with the spirit of small-town life rather than its actual geographical location. One far-from-the-state-of-Partonville lady told me she was sure I’d written about her town. She also said she had to admit to liking the folks in Partonville better, though. I laughed out loud at that one!
What especially blesses me, however, is when someone takes the time to tell me a detailed story out of their past, something Partonville reminded them of, reawakened within them. Readers have shared some of the most precious, intimate, and hilarious moments of their lives with me. It’s humbling, really, and I hold their stories very close.
Partonville is a wonderful exploration of small-town America. Were you raised in a small town?
Although I’ve never lived in a town as small as Partonville (population about 1,500), through endless visits to relatives and dear friends I’ve grown familiar with the dynamics of small-town life. And I’ve been that visitor who took someone else’s stool at the counter (or unofficially “reserved” seat on the commuter train into the city!), the one driving the unfamiliar vehicle that makes everyone curious: Who are you and what are you doing in our town? I’ve also been that outsider kindly embraced into the fold, whether at a weekend retreat, into a church body or at a gathering of women or men who do lunch. Who I was raised by, I believe, is more important than where I was raised when it comes to small-town hospitalities: I was raised by parents who were inviting and accepting. A smile, a plate of fried chicken, and several rounds of storytelling were always more important than who you were or where you came from, the dust on your shoes, or your reputation.
Since I was a little girl, I guess you might say I’ve been a curious student of behavior. I’ve always loved people-watching, thinking about the lives in the houses behind the front porches. It’s my observation that people everywhere, even in large metropolitan areas, share the same need to feel connected. I believe it was Frederick Buechner who said that the story of any one of us is the story of us all. I think if you honor true emotions in a story, no matter what size the town, you’ll strike a familiar cord that resonates deep within people, tapping into a loneliness or wish, joy, or fear, and stirs our need for a sense of community.
If there’s one thing to be said for Dorothy Wetstra, it’s that her faith can surely move mountains (of mayhem and otherwise). How does your faith compare with Dorothy’s? Is she a role model created entirely from your own mind or is she a re-creation of a faithful child of God you’ve encountered in your own life?
How does my faith compare to Dorothy Jean Wetstra’s? I aspire to be Dorothy when I grow up, and one of the main reasons is because her default mode is to go straight to the Big Guy, whether it be to praise, wail, question, or duke it out. She trusts that God can take it and will respond with perfect love and timing for her life. Her faith-filled eyes give her endless hope and an exuberant kindness; she looks for the best in people, even those with whom she finds herself at odds. One of my favorite things about her faith is that when the wheels seem to fall off, she asks God to remind her about what she already knows, what she’s already heard God say and promise.
It would be fair to say there are similarities in our faith: we both trust God and understand how huge is God’s grace and mercy. (Honestly, if it weren’t for grace and mercy, I have no doubt I would have been smote about a gabillion times by now!) Of course there was a real Dorothy in my life—rather I should say there still is since her memory is a blessing forever and I continue to feel her hands on my shoulders all the way from heaven. She did have a strong faith. But Dorothy Wetstra’s faith is an eclectic blend made up of kind men and women I’ve known, wizened older folks I continue to seek out, sons and daughters of God who never forget their own Childness of God, who see more than is being said, pray for you before you’ve asked (and faithfully remember to do so when you do ask), don’t take themselves too seriously, and definitely enjoy God’s sense of humor.
How have Dorothy and the other residents of Partonville changed your outlook on aging?
Since I am a keen observer of behaviors, let me say I’ve witnessed many ways to age. Some oldsters have been graceful, and grace filled every step of the aging process; others have been perfect models of negativity, always focusing on what’s wrong rather than what’s right, what they don’t have rather than what they do; how they used to do it compared to “those kids today.” Ironically, perhaps those folks have taught me the most, which is to magnify for me what I don’t want to be.
One of my best friends has quite a few years on me. She is active, spunky, age-appropriately stylish, involved in her church, a woman with a true servant’s heart, one who models a keen interest in the arts, and she loves her God. She loves to laugh, as did the real Dorothy. As did my mother, whom I lost when she was only fifty-six and I was thirty. Up until my mom’s early death, she aged—inside and out—gracefully. Laughter and the giving of love keep a heart young and merry. My mom was warm and kind and kept her priorities in order. Since the older I get the more I look like my mom, I find my own physical aging process fascinating. I will continue to look in the mirror to catch glimpses of what she might have looked like had she aged to . . . whatever age I might live long enough to be. And I am always inspired by intergenerational relationships. Always.
Having said all of this, I see that rather than Partonville folks modeling something to me about aging, I’d say they are the voice of what I’ve already seen modeled in my life, and that is that aging is what you decide it will be. If you spend all your time fretting about vanities and complaining about everything, aging will be about vanities and negativity. If you spend your time seeking to shine God’s Light into the world no matter what your circumstances, then your aging will be about Light.
Dorothy says, “God is a God of constant surprises.” Do you think faith is important for “going with the flow” and adjusting to the ever-changing world?
Since God is the only sovereign thing on which I can truly rely, my faith in God and God’s ability to make sense out of the senseless is the only way I know to go with the flow and enjoy the ride!
Dorothy’s penchant for speed and erratic driving seems unusually authentic. If you don’t mind, how is your own driving record?
I’ve been driving for more than four decades. (As of this writing, I’m heading toward fifty-nine.) I only have one speeding ticket to my name and that was acquired about thirty-five years ago. Although I do like to take off fast and need to feel a car kick into passing gear when I put my foot on it (and I mean now!), have owned two motorcycles (ridden horses in barrel races), and still am jazzed by the sound of a big engine (Harley-Davidson or any other engine that goes vroooom-vroooom, rumble-rumble!), I’m oddly not a huge speeder. My mom, however, was often driving on her limit of tickets; my dad enjoyed the wind in his face. Both of my sons own motorcycles, the oldest definitely enjoying any experience—engine-related or not—that goes fast, whether it be driving, skateboarding, snowboarding, bicycling, etc. We all love(d) to feel the power. Feel the “edge” of . . . whatever. It’s in our genes, I guess. And the real Dorothy . . . yikes! She scared the living daylights out of me when she drove everywhere fast . . . even in reverse! Her unapologetic and complete explanation to me as to why she had a dent in her house in front of where she parked her car was “That was the last time I bought a car with turbo charge.”
Your depictions of nature reveal a love for the land. Are you outdoorsy at all?
I love the outdoors (unless it’s too hot and then I’m a hopeless whiner). I see beauty in straight rows of corn, which I learned to appreciate when my grandfather, a farmer, pointed them out as he slowly drove down the hard road observing such things. I love the sounds of a creek, wind in Ponderosa pine trees, the whir of hummingbird wings, the moo of a cow, the happy chirp of crickets, and the goose-bumpedy strains of mourning doves and coyote howls. I oooo and ahhhh at sunsets and sunrises, comets and sparkling rocks, falling leaves and the pattern of ice on a window because my parents were always saying, Look at that! Listen to that! Ain’t that perty? (my dad’s unique expression). I am sensory loaded, nerve endings automatically honing in on the tiniest detail of a flower and the vast grandeur of the mountains. I cannot help but inhale the fragrant scent of petunias (Yes, they do smell. Try it!), horse sweat, freshly mowed fields, and puppy breath. Each of these things is such a pure and free gift.
After raising two sons, you are able to capture the confusion and angst present in many teenage boys. Does writing from a boy’s point of view give you any trouble?
None. I didn’t try to think like a teenage boy; whatever rings true about that was just there. I’m not sure what that says about me, but it’s the truth. Like I’ve said, I’m a keen observer. But maybe I didn’t have trouble writing like a boy because as a girl, I never did understand tea parties where friends would drink air tea when they could just go get a soda. I much preferred crawdad hunts and worm forts (I do not recommend putting swimming pools in them—not pretty) to dolls and lace. But now, as a “fully growed woman,” as my grandmother would have described it, don’t even think about messing with my earrings or lip gloss or I’ll slam-dunk you! (Just kidding. About the lip gloss. Maybe.)
What are you working on now?
I’m currently working on number five in the Dearest Dorothy series, then I’ll be working on my next nonfiction, which is a topic I’ve been speaking on since 1991, “Don’t Miss Your Life!”
- Imagine you’re one of Partonville’s mayoral candidates. How would you have handled the race differently? Do you think you would have been able to defend yourself in front of the whole town with more success than Gladys? Now imagine if you were running for mayor of the town where you live. What changes would you make? What would you choose as your campaign slogan?
- Jacob, like Katie before him, has trouble adapting to small-town life after living in a large city. Explore some of the differences between living in a city and living in a small town. Specifically, how would the attorney/client relationship be different? Do you think it would be more difficult for a “city slicker” to get used to small-town life? Or would the reverse present more challenges? Why?
- Josh is having some trouble with his driving again. Should his uncle have kept the traffic stop to himself? Would you have done the same? Discuss times you or people you knew thought they were getting away with something, only to get caught later. What did you think about Katie’s reaction?
- Even though she needs to keep quiet about her business deals, what could Katie do differently in order to convince the townsfolk that she’s one of them?
- If you were given space in Katie’s mini mall, what type of store would you open? Consider that whatever store you choose would benefit from synergy with the shops that already exist.
- It seems that living in Partonville nearly guarantees you’re going to have a catastrophe while entertaining. Recall some instances when you’d rather have kept the door closed when guests arrived. How did you handle the situation? Have you ever been on the other side of that door about to walk into a disastrous evening?
- Timing is everything in this novel. Recall some events when timing—good or bad—made all the difference in the world to you. In the good instances, was it your own timing or do you believe there was a higher power involved?
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