Lyn Interviews Biblical Author Jill Eileen Smith — 27 Comments

  1. Thanks, Debbie. I’m so glad you enjoy my books!

    Falling out of an upstairs window had to hurt! I have never worked at a laundromat, but I don’t mind doing laundry. Dusting, cleaning bathrooms, washing floors – those are things I wouldn’t mind handing off to someone else! 🙂


  2. Were the box turtles smaller than the other turtles? I wonder how they fared at the zoo?

    When I was a kid, I had two baby turtles as pets. I named them Pebbles and BamBam after the Flintstones! 🙂


  3. Johnette – what an interesting story! My grandmother hated to eat chicken because as a child she was the one who had to pluck the feathers. She might have had to kill them too. I can’t remember. She would put catsup in her chicken noodle soup – probably to mask the chicken taste!

    But I love the part about the man who saved your great grandma. Hebrews13 tells us that sometimes we entertain angels unaware. Perhaps he was.

    Thanks for sharing your story!

  4. I love hearing about the time my grandparents loved on a farm and the pigs was chasing me and then the time I fe out of the upstairs window. I love telling my grandchildren about the times I went to work with my grandmother who used to work at a laundry mat. It was fun cleaning and washing clothes not so anymore. I would love to win this book as I really enjoy Jill Eileen Smith books

  5. I remember my mom telling me about living across from the zoo when she was a kid and they used to sneak box turtles in the zoo and put them with the other turtles.

  6. I will share a story my grandmother told. It is about my great grandmother who grew up with 6 older brothers. They teased her all the time. All the kids where all outside playing and the boys were shooting. They grabbed my great,great grandma’s prize laying hen and put a bucket over it. They then teased my great grandma telling her there was no way she could shoot the bucket. Of course she took them up on it…and shot. Killed the hen. The boys started shouting….and Great great grandma came out and was going to punish my great grandma. She was so mad as this hen was all the food source (eggs) they had. She really would have hurt my great grandma…all of a sudden a tall black gentleman picked my great grandmother up and put her on his shoulders for protectin. This was certainly not allowed at this time in history much less in the south….he began to explain how he watched what the boys had done and that it was not my great grandma. After he told the truth and knew she would be safe, he walked away….my great grandma turned to say thanks and the man was gone. They hadn’t seen him come or go. My great grandma always said he was an angel sent by God just to save her that day!

  7. We took a trip to Montana when our kids were in their teens. The beauty of the wild is something I will never forget. Your grandpa’s story reminds me of Little House on the Prairie.

  8. My mom was the family story teller for the most part, but I remember my grandmother describing how she waded into the river to drive fish into the weir.

    Rebekah sounds quite interesting, Best wishes and thanks for the giveaway.

  9. My mom likes to tell the story of how her and my dad met and finish it with how I got my name. It is really long so I will tell the short version. I was named after Rebekah in the Bible because my Dad prayed for a sign as to who he should marry (like for Rebekah in the Bible) and my mom fulfilled it.

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  11. I remember Grandma Porter use to sit with all of us cousins on her closed in front porch and she would tell us about our Mothers or Fathers when they were younger. I remember her telling us one story about my Mom and my Mom’s Sister (Aunt Bertha). Mom was eating a stick of Rhubarb and my Aunt kept begging her for a bite of it. Mom kept refusing. Aunt Bertha kept asking and Mom kept saying no. Finally Mom had had enough and when Aunt Bertha asked again Mom said o.k. and told Aunt Bertha to open up her mouth. Mom shoved that Rhubarb nearly down her throat! Needless to say, Mom got a whipping!

    I would love to win a copy of Rebekah. I love Jill’s book!


  12. My mom used to tell how she met my father as a pen pal. My dad is from Spain and had come to the US as a refugee of the Spanish Civil War. When he was just out of high school, he enlisted in the Air Force during the Korean War and saw one of his bunkmates writing a girl back home. He asked him if he knew anyone he could write, and the bunkmate gave my dad my mom’s name as she was a friend of his from high school. Mom was interested in writing because she was still in high school studying Spanish at the time. Anyhow, they kept writing, and dad came to live in mom’s hometown so that they could date after his time in the military.

  13. I know you asked for a tale from Grandma or Mom but I just had to share Grandpa’s story.
    Jasmine A.

  14. No kids or grandkids but I love the stories my Grandpa told, he had a stroke and he doesn’t remember them anymore but I do.
    My favorite story from my Grandpa is this.
    When he was young he lived with his 4 brothers and parents in western Montana. They lived outside of town on a hill so it was about a mile down to school. In the winter time the 3 older boys would get on their slide and ride down the hill to school, the teacher would stand by the road to make sure they didn’t get hit by a car. One memorable day the boys got on their sled and took off, the snow was very deep that year and it was like sliding through the bottom half of a tunnel. They were going pretty fast and couldn’t stop so there was nothing they could do when they found a wolf occupying the trail. They couldn’t stop and the wolf couldn’t jump out of the way. Grandpa was in the middle and he said that the wolf was so close that its tail nearly slapped his little brother in the face. After a ways of them nearly running the wolf over, the animal was finally able to jump out of the sled trail and it vanished.
    Now I guess the story does sound far fetched but when Grandpa told it none of the details varied. It was Montana in the 1930’s and it was pretty wild then, still is. So, I believe him and his wild, wonderful tale.
    Jasmine A.

  15. I don’t have children, but I remember my grandma loved to tell us stories. She told me all kinds of stories about her growing up with my aunts, stories about my dad and uncles. My mom has told me the story of my grandma naming me. As the story goes per Mom, Mom and my dad couldn’t decide on a name for me. Grandma had a dream one night, then told them what my name should be. Since they couldn’t come up with anything better, they went with grandma’s suggestion. Neat huh?

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  16. Yes! I love to tell family stories. I’m the family historian. I got it from my grandpa and grandma. Grandma passed over year ago six months shy of being 100. She would tell about her grandpa being at Appomattox during the surrender. The soldiers chopped an apple tree down there and passed pieces of it around as a momento. He kept that piece of apple tree until he died. One of my cousins has it in his possession today.
    Thank you! I enjoyed today’s post.

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