A book of short stories set in the lush Green Mountains of Vermont. In the quaint village of Bristol, Lois grew up riding her mare Bessey over Plank Road, through the hayfields to Hogback Mountain. She would lay against her, write poems about nature and her love of God. The stories in this book explore her adventures into womanhood.

With motherhood, the veranda became a place of tranquility. In the evening, sitting in her green slatted rocker, she would read poems to her children, which established a tradition of lasting memories for them. Her poems expressed the depths of her inner soul.

Lois ministered to the homeless, and was an 11th hour Pastor for the Hospice. She visited the Veterans Hospital and sat through many long nights with lonely veterans crying in pain. She would say it gave them comfort to have a grandmother holding their hand. She would say it gave them comfort to have a grandmother hold their hand.

The Veranda honors a selfless woman whom I am proud to call my mother. God love her.

Bettie MacIntyre