Surrender to Heaven

About the Book

Th e night was bleak; intensely cold. Th e Connecticut River was a mute frozen ribbon of ice. Great drifts of swirling snow were steeped high on either side of its banks . . . Vermont was literally a glacier. Th e county of Fairlee had not seen nor felt the conciliatory rays of the benevolent sun for many days, and the small town lay grasped in a fi st of hushed white snow—witnessing a sickly glare by day and a cold blackness by night. Fairlee ceased to function. Schools, shops, offi ces and work establishments were all abandoned. Domestic pets were kept indoors at all times, and in the rural districts vigilant fi res were kept in barns and stables to prevent the perishing of livestock from the embittered hand of winter. Th e piazza-roof

About the Author

A Native Orleanian Maurice Frisell obtained both a public and private education and, to this day, praises his tutor VL. His baptism name is Louis due to his admiration of Robert Louis Stevenson who gave away his birthday. Maurice found the gesture brilliant and so followed suit. He is a poet, has served the Mass for years, cleaned church, cut grass with the Holy Cross fathers and sisters of the Most Holy Sacrament. He once taught the fourth grade and is a fond collector of antiques, fine art, marine art, and eighteenth- century ship models. To quote Longfellow, he states, “Seamen with bearded lips and the beauty and mystery of sailing ships.” Maurice is also an avid gardener and is forever troubling with fish pond and fountain. Pets are his heart, having owned two blue ribbon cats and two cocker spaniels, Dee and Rebecca.