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This is the second post by Elizabeth Gauffreau and shares the trip she made to Vermont to share her book Telling Sonny with the P.E.O International Organisation, and to reconnect to the very special ties she has to the P.E.O through her grandmother.
“P.E.O. was founded on January 21, 1869, by seven students at Iowa Wesleyan College in Mount Pleasant, Iowa. This circle of kindred spirits – bonded by their enthusiasm for women’s opportunities – eventually expanded to include women off campus as well. Through membership, the P.E.O. Sisterhood has brought together more than a half a million women in the United States and Canada who are passionate about helping women advance through education, while supporting and motivating them”
A Trip to Vermont: Connecting to the P.E.O. Sisterhood
Leaving Vermont after getting there from here, June 23, 2019
Not long after my debut novel, Telling Sonny, was published last December, my cousin Anne asked me if I would do a presentation to her local chapter of the P.E.O Sisterhood, a philanthropic organization that provides college scholarships to women. Before each meeting, the group has a program featuring a talk by a successful woman–and by virtue of my publishing history, apparently I was a successful woman. I was incredibly flattered and very happy to oblige–as long as Cousin Anne understood that there was no way I was driving over Bethel Mountain to get to East Middlebury in the winter or in mud season. The date was set for June 22nd.
I headed out for Vermont the evening prior and made the mistake of relying on my GPS for directions. Once I got off Route 89, the GPS took me onto a narrow road with sections that had been washed out and more-or-less repaired with gravel. The narrow road became dirt, my ears started popping from the steep climb, and then the dirt road narrowed to one lane, threatening to become a cow path. At that point, I pulled off by a pasture and looked at a map, which naturally didn’t show the road I was on or the one that led to it.
And the Spirit of Vermont thundered down from the mountains, “You can’t get there from here!” When I finally managed to get off the mountain and arrive at Cousin Anne’s, she wanted to know why I hadn’t followed the directions she’d given me. Because I left the Post-It note stuck to my desk, says I.
My presentation went very well. I introduced it by explaining that I had been a member of the first class at Old Dominion University to graduate with the creative writing concentration in 1982, and I published my first novel in 2018 at the age of sixty-two. That set the group back a few paces!
Reading “My Father’s Side of the Family,” the poem that was the precursor to Telling Sonny. Judging from the expression on the audience’s face, I was probably reading the part about Aunt Louise taking to drink when her old dog Blackie died: “Blackie’s stupid spaniel face / Gazing up / From the bottom of her empty cup.”
Reading the opening chapter of Telling Sonny.
Q & A about writing and nontraditional higher education. (Give me a pulpit, and I will preach!)
The Connection to the P.EO. Sisterhood (Saving the best for last!)
The mutual connection Cousin Anne and I have to the P.E.O. Sisterhood is our grandmother, Velma Moore Brown, who was very active in the organization for over thirty years, rising to the position of Massachusetts president. Velma is second from the right in both pictures.
©Elizabeth Gauffreau
About Telling Sonny
Forty-six-year-old FABY GAUTHIER keeps an abandoned family photograph album in her bottom bureau drawer. Also abandoned is a composition book of vaudeville show reviews, which she wrote when she was nineteen and Slim White, America’s self-proclaimed Favorite Hoofer (given name, LOUIS KITTELL), decided to take her along when he played the Small Time before thinking better of it four months later and sending her back home to Vermont on the train.
Two weeks before the son she had with Louis is to be married, Faby learns that Louis has been killed in a single-car accident, an apparent suicide. Her first thought is that here is one more broken promise: Louis accepted SONNY’s invitation to the wedding readily, even enthusiastically, giving every assurance that he would be there, and now he wouldn’t be coming. An even greater indignity than the broken promise is that Louis’s family did not bother to notify Faby of his death until a week after the funeral took place. She doesn’t know how she can bring herself to tell Sonny he mattered so little in his father’s life he wasn’t even asked to his funeral…
One of the recent reviews for the book
This is a beautifully told story. Until the last few chapters of the book, the story belongs to the teenage Faby Gauthier who becomes pregnant in the 1920s and hastily marries the future baby’s father, a hoofer on the vaudeville circuit. For four months, she goes on the road with Louis Kittel aka Slim White. There are moments of kindness, but she is often left alone to rue her choices, and eventually returns home to Vermont to have her baby, Sonny.
Telling Sonny is a biography that reads like fiction with the perfect details to bring Faby’s world – settings, experiences, and emotions – to life. She’s a well-rounded and sympathetic character, and I found her narration engrossing. Secondary characters are equally strong, and though in many ways a sad tale, this is also a story about the strength of family. The book moves along at a moderate pace, and yet I was unable to put it down.
The title and blurb are a little misleading as they refer to the bookends of the story, not the longer tale between. The story begins and ends with Faby as a middle-aged woman fretting over telling Sonny about his father’s death. The meat of the story covers Faby’s short relationship with Louis. The structure makes sense in the end, giving a sense of closure to Faby (and the reader). A highly recommended book for anyone who enjoys biographies, literary fiction, women’s fiction, and well-told tales in general.
Read the reviews and buy: Amazon US – and : Amazon UK – Follow Elizabeth: Goodreads
About Elizabeth Gauffreau
I have always been drawn to the inner lives of other people–what they care about, what they most desire, what causes them pain, what brings them joy. These inner lives become my characters. I write to tell their stories.
My fiction and poetry have been published in literary magazines, including Rio Grande Review, Serving House Journal, Soundings East, Hospital Drive, Blueline, Evening Street Review, and Adelaide Literary Magazine, as well as several themed anthologies. Telling Sonny is my first published book.
I hold a B.A. in English/Writing from Old Dominion University and an M.A. in English/Fiction Writing from the University of New Hampshire. Currently, I am the Assistant Dean of Curriculum and Assessment at Champlain College Online in Burlington, Vermont.
Connect to Elizabeth
Website/blog: Liz Gauffreau
Family History: http://genealogylizgauffreau.com.
Facebook: Liz Gauffreau
Twitter: @lgauffreau
My thanks to Liz for sharing what must have been an amazing trip and experience especially with the wonderful connection to her grandmother. I know she would love your feedback.. Thanks Sally.
Having lived in Middlebury Vermont, I know that East Middlebury road, and it’s best avoided in winter! It sounds like you had a successful presentation, Liz. And I loved the PEO legacy and the old photos. A wonderful book too.
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Thanks Diana..xx
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For heaven’s sake, I had no idea you lived in Vermont! I’m glad you enjoyed the post.
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I’m in Oregon now, Liz. But lived in Middlebury and then north of Burlington on the islands.
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🙂
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I enjoyed this venture into Vermont, Liz. I also enjoyed learning a little about P.E.O. Thanks, Sally for the feature.
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Thanks John..xx
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Thank you, John! It sure is different from Texas, isn’t it?
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Yes it is.
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Thanks for sharing this lovely post about Liz’s travels and presentation.
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Amazing to have such a long family connection with the organisation, lovely that Liz shared that. xx
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Robbie!
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Thank you, Sally, for sharing this post about Elizabeth’s book and her journey. I enjoyed reading Diane’s review!
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Thanks Miriam.. it was a lovely post.. xx
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I totally agree with you on that, Sally. ❤
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Thank you, Miriam!
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You’re welcome, Liz!
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An interesting post. I had to look up P.E.O. to find out what the initials were for. The drive on that little road/track made me think about similar roads in Afghanistan! Love the connection going back Liz’s grandmother.
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Thanks Mary.. I am not sure any roads are like the ones you have shared in Afghanistan.. I think there might be rest stops in Vermont..xx
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Thank you, Mary! The Green Mountains are gentle and rolling. You can coast into a meadow or cow pasture if need be. There is still the danger of meeting a car coming in the opposite direction, however.
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Wonderful post and wonderful legacy dating back to the origins of the P.E.O. That drive reminded me of a few I took in my much younger life – and I’d never tackle now, lol. 🙂 ❤
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Not without a mobile phone anyway ♥
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Thank you, Debbie! I’m glad you enjoyed the post. The saving grace about getting lost in Vermont is that it’s a small state. If you just keep driving, you’ll get to another town before too long.
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Or another state, lol 🙂
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Sometimes! 🙂
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P.E.O. Sisterhood sounds like a fantastic organization! What’s a little side trip along the way? Congratulations on the recognition and the successful presentation. As someone who is diving into writing at a “mature” age, I love that your debut book was published at age sixty-two.
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Thanks Pete.. It is never too late.. one of our recent authors was 93 and wrote a fantastic book based on secrets in his family tree.. xx
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This was both interesting and impressive. Thanks to Sally for hosting and to Liz for writing!
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Thanks Audrey x
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This is one of my favorite Liz posts. Thank you for sharing it, Sally!
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Thanks Jennie..x
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You’re welcome, Sally.
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