A Home for Lydia (The Pebble Creek Amish Series)

BOOK: A Home for Lydia (The Pebble Creek Amish Series)
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Scriptures taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version
. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011, by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide.

Cover by Koechel Peterson & Associates, Inc., Minneapolis, Minnesota

Cover photos © Koechel Peterson & Associates, Inc.; Arsty /

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to events or locales, is entirely coincidental.


Copyright © 2013 by Vannetta Chapman

Published by Harvest House Publishers

Eugene, Oregon 97402


Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Chapman, Vannetta.

A home for lydia / Vannetta Chapman.

p. cm. – (The Pebble Creek Amish series ; bk. 2)

ISBN 978-0-7369-4614-8 (pbk.)

ISBN 978-0-7369-4615-5 (eBook)

1. Amish–Fiction. 2. Wisconsin–Fiction. I. Title.

PS3603.H3744H66 2013



All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, digital, photocopy, recording, or any other—except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher.

For my mother-in-law,
Barbara Elizabeth Chapman




Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43


Discussion Questions


A Wedding for Julia: Sample Chapter – Prologue

A Wedding for Julia: Sample Chapter – Chapter One

About the Publisher


This book is dedicated to my mother-in-law, Barbara Elizabeth Chapman. We have enjoyed many evenings together, and I count it as joy that she accepted me into her family. She has been such an inspiration to me—a real-life example of a woman who lives with grace, compassion, and a sense of humor.

Although Pebble Creek doesn’t actually exist, the village of Cashton does, and I would like to thank several folks in the Driftless region, including Anita Reeck (Amil’s Inn Bed and Breakfast), Kathy Kuderer (Down a Country Road), and Pete and Nora Knapik (Inn at Lonesome Hollow). Richard Lee Dawley (author of
Amish in Wisconsin
) was also kind enough to answer questions while I was conducting research.

Many of the items described in Aaron’s Plain Shop can be purchased at
, which is in the Cashton area and supplies items made by local Amish artisans.

Thanks to Suzanne Woods Fisher and the
for their endless supply of Amish proverbs.

My editor, Kim Moore, is a dream to work with, and the excellent staff at Harvest House have been superb. I’m also indebted to my agent, Mary Sue Seymour. Donna, Kristy, and Dorsey, I need you every book. Bobby, Mom, and Pam—thank you. Kids, every single day I thank God for you.

I’ve always been drawn to rivers and cabins. There have been many places, such as the cabins along Pebble Creek, where I have found a respite from the world. I am extremely grateful they exist.

And finally…
always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ
(Ephesians 5:20).




ydia Fisher pulled her sweater around her shoulders and sank down on the top step of the last cabin as the sun set along Pebble Creek. The waters had begun to recede from last week’s rains, but the creek still pushed at its banks—running swiftly past the Plain Cabins and not pausing to consider her worries.

Debris from the flooding reached to the bottom step of cabin twelve. She could have reached out and nudged it with the toe of her shoe. Fortunately, the water hadn’t made it into the small cottages.

Almost, though.

Only two days ago she’d stood at the office window and watched as the waters had crept closer to the picturesque buildings nestled along the creek—watched and prayed.

Now the sun was dropping, and she knew she should harness Tin Star to the buggy and head home. Her mother would be putting dinner on the table. Her brother and sisters would be needing help with schoolwork. Her father would be waiting.

Standing up with a weariness that was unnatural for her twenty-two years, Lydia trudged back toward the front of the property, checking each cabin as she went.

All were locked and secure.

All were vacant.

Perhaps this weekend the
tourists would return and provide some income for the owner, Elizabeth Troyer. Guests would also ensure that Lydia kept her job. If the cabins were to close and she were to lose her employment, she wouldn’t be able to convince her brother to stay in school. Their last conversation on the matter had turned into an argument—one she’d nearly lost.

Pulling their old black gelding from the barn, she tied Tin Star’s lead rope to the hitching post, and then she began to work the collar up and over his ears.

“You’re a
boy. Are you ready to go home? Ready for some oats? I imagine you are.”

He’d been their buggy horse since she was a child, and Lydia knew his days were numbered. What would her family do when he gave out on them? As she straightened his mane and made sure the collar pad protected his shoulders and neck, she paused to rest her cheek against his side. The horse’s sure steady breathing brought her a measure of comfort.

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