Honoring "The Old Cape House"

 

 

AMERICAN LEGACY BOOK AWARDS

2025 

Awarded

THE OLD CAPE HOUSE

 WINNER

of 

MYSTERY/SUSPENSE/HISTORICAL 

Sponsored by American Book Fest  

 

 

 

The Old Cape House debuted in 2014 and is known by my readers as their favorite. 

It introduces my leading character, Nancy Caldwell, as the vehicle who moves you through all the novels.

Nancy takes the reader from Cape Cod to Alaska, Hollywood, Antigua, Western Ma, and back to the Cape. Her curiosity leads her to something interesting and in the following chapter you will be transported back in time and meet the character who had something to do with that item. 

All the books are written using alternating chapters between two timelines, the past and present, both heading towards the same goal of solving the what and the why.

 

 

 

 

 

Praise for The Old Cape Map!

Honored by the IPNE - Independent Publishers New England

SILVER AWARD 

 Genre Fiction

Below is a short video about my inspiration.

The Old Cape Map along with all my novels in The Old Cape Series are enrolled in Kindle Unlimited. which means if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited - They are all Free to read as an ebook!

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Finally!  

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Look for me around Cape Cod in bookstores and libraries... if it's not on their shelves, tell them the book is in their Ingram catalog. Just ask!

Check out my appearances (see the events schedule page of my blog for dates and info) around New England and at SEVEN craft fairs across the summer and fall.

 

Many of you already know I love walking in the woods. 

One of my paths on our property.

 

Because I love to explore, geocache, and build paths throughout our two acres, it was natural I would eventually write about this environment in my fifth suspenseful historical novel,  

The Old Cape Map.
 

 

 Watch a video below from my Instagram account.

 

 

On another adventure we found this geocache hidden in the woods.

 

 After learning about geocaching a few years ago, my interest in old maps piqued, especially those that lead to treasure. Of course, writing two books about Sam Bellamy and his pirate ship, The Whydah, and pirates are also high on my list of interesting subjects.

    Bottom line, I'm always searching for unique items and anything that makes me curious enough to dig in the dirt, sand, or woodlands.

    So...join me on my latest adventure found in 

The Old Cape Map.

 

One of my favorite blog posts...Who was St. Nicholas?

 

When I was a little girl, on the eve of December 6, my mother would always tell the family to put their shoes in front of the fireplace. If we'd been behaving, there would be an orange and some candy the next morning. If not, we'd receive a piece of coal or maybe nothing...but that never happened. Mom said these gifts came from Saint Nicholas. It was a test, to see if we needed to improve by the time Christmas morning came. I guess it was similar to the current 'elf on a shelf' craze.

Here's an image of Saint Nicholas. Notice the oranges and his red/green robe. Look familiar?

Here's what I found in my research.

Saint Nicholas died on December 6, 343 C.E. He came from a wealthy family, always giving away his money to the poor. He soon became a priest. After his parents died, he used his inheritance to help even more people but only traveled in the night, in secret. By the time he was made the Bishop of Myra, in the city of Denre in present day Turkey, his good deeds and saintly work had spread far and wide.

As centuries came and went, his reputation became almost mythical. Over 400 churches in the Middle Ages were dedicated in his honor. Because of his gift giving and evidence of miracles, people began celebrating and giving gifts to each other on his feast day.
Martin Luther, in the early 1500s, replaced the name Nicholas with Christ Child, or in German, Christkindl, eventually evolving into Kris Kringle. 

More legends sprang up, and in the late 1500s there was another name change–Father Christmas.

Along the way, the tradition developed guidelines. On the eve of December 6, parents instructed their children to hang their stockings by the fireplace or put their shoes out and they would be filled if they were good. They also had to go to bed early if they wanted anything because St. Nick only came at night to deliver his gifts.

The Dutch pronunciation for Saint Nicholas was Sinter Klass. When the Dutch settlers came to the New World and settled in New York, known then as New Amsterdam, they brought their St. Nick traditions. The name changed again from Sinter Klass to Santa Klass to Santa Claus. Which brings us to today.

We all know who this is!

 

 

On a side-note:

I still remember my brother and I coming down the stairs, dressed in our school uniforms, anticipating what was in our shoes for St. Nicholas Day. Then on the bus to school, we dreamed about what we would be receiving on the coming Christmas Day because our shoes were filled, signifying that we were being very good. My Mom collaborated with St. Nicholas  through high school, college, and even when we all moved away with our own families. What a treat it was when a St. Nicholas card arrived in the mail with a little money inside.  

Struna's St. Nicholas Day 1976

I continued the family custom for my own children and so did my brother and sisters with their children. When my Mom passed and I moved further away from everyone to Cape Cod, I wanted to keep the observance of St. Nick alive, along with the goodness of my Mom. So every year I mail a St. Nicholas card to my nieces and nephews, filling it with a dollar bill for each member of their family.  Over the years, I hope they have enjoyed it as much I have. It's a simple reminder to be good and never lose the magic of the season.

I wish the same to you.

 

 

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Something New is Coming!

 

 

This is our house. 

This 1890 historical home sits on two plus acres and is surrounded by woods on three sides. It was the inspiration for my first novel, 

The Old Cape House

And now, it is the inspiration, once again, for my fifth novel in 

The Old Cape Series  

I wanted to share some thoughts about 

"The Old Cape Map"

When we first moved in, thirty five years ago, on our western side, was a large empty parcel. There were wild flowers in the spring like aconite and snow drops that covered the forest floor. On occasion, I admit, I shouldn't have crossed the property line but couldn't resist transplanting some of the flowers to our yard, thinking someone was going to clear cut and build. I wanted to save as much as I could.

 

I love my yellow aconite.

 

 

In my fictional novel, The Old Cape Map, Nancy Caldwell is visited by her two nieces from Ohio. 

 

Here's a drone view of the Caldwell property in my fictional world.

The Caldwell Gallery is on the right.  The story is all about the land between the Caldwell Gallery and a curmudgeon neighbor, Mrs. McPhee on the left.

 

Here's the view in present day.

As you can see, my stories are always inspired by what I see around me. Once I get an idea in my head, I begin to weave my characters around historical facts and the scenario of, it could happen.

The second location that is woven through the story is Millbury, MA.

 

 Why did I choose Millbury MA? My youngest daughter lives in Millbury with her husband on Burbank Street. On the top left is the old Mayo Woolen Mill and you can see Burbank street as it winds and climbs to all the many houses along the road.

 

My novels are written using dueling storylines and timelines.

The Old Cape Map begins in present day Cape Cod with Nancy Caldwell and one of her nieces finding clues.  In the following chapters you'll travel back to 1900 and meet the characters connected with the found items. As chapters unfold, two stories develop across different time periods in an adventure filled with suspense, history, and treasure.

 

 THE OLD CAPE MAP 

Coming Soon - late summer 2023

 

 

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Christmas 1946 and Perry Como

 Traditions are important. They remind you of where you came from and oftentimes make you happy or sad, depending on you.

I'm fortunate that my family traditions were always memorable and now bring a smile to my face and heart whenever they drift into my memory.

 My husband Tim also experienced wonderful years as he grew. This Victor Victrola came from his grandparents farm back in Ohio.  Before the farm was sold, the Victrola was found in the barn and brought to his Mother's house. As a child, Tim and his siblings played with it in their garage and put on musicals to the delight of his parents and neighbors. Years went by and Tim eventually brought it to our house. He cleaned and repaired it, eventually entertaining our own children. Since then we have been fortunate to keep it with us and care for it, even when we moved to Cape Cod.

 

 My parents loved listening to Perry Como when I was growing up. So, I was delighted when we found this Victor RCA 78rpm record album set by Perry Como among his mother's things when she settled into our home on Cape Cod.

We listen to the songs every Christmas.

Some fun facts

The Victor Victrola company produced external horn Victors  between 1901-1920. 

 

Internal horn Victors were manufactured between 1906 - 1929

Struna Family's Victor Victrola

The serial number tells the Victor's story.

It was manufactured in 1916 and designated with a 'G' denoting the addition of feet on the bottom of the cabinet.

Here's hoping you have lovely memories of your family Christmas traditions!

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One of my favorite's...Who was Saint Nicholas?

When I was a little girl, on the eve of December 6, my mother would always tell the family to put their shoes in front of the fireplace. If we'd been behaving, there would be an orange and some candy the next morning. If not, we'd receive a piece of coal or maybe nothing...but that never happened. Mom said these gifts came from Saint Nicholas. It was a test, to see if we needed to improve by the time Christmas morning came. I guess it was similar to the current 'elf on a shelf' craze.

Here's an image of Saint Nicholas. Notice the oranges and his red/green robe. Look familiar?

Here's what I found in my research.

Saint Nicholas died on December 6, 343 C.E. He came from a wealthy family, always giving away his money to the poor. He soon became a priest. After his parents died, he used his inheritance to help even more people but only traveled in the night, in secret. By the time he was made the Bishop of Myra, in the city of Denre in present day Turkey, his good deeds and saintly work had spread far and wide.

As centuries came and went, his reputation became almost mythical. Over 400 churches in the Middle Ages were dedicated in his honor. Because of his gift giving and evidence of miracles, people began celebrating and giving gifts to each other on his feast day.
Martin Luther, in the early 1500s, replaced the name Nicholas with Christ Child, or in German, Christkindl, eventually evolving into Kris Kringle. 

More legends sprang up, and in the late 1500s there was another name change–Father Christmas.

Along the way, the tradition developed guidelines. On the eve of December 6, parents instructed their children to hang their stockings by the fireplace or put their shoes out and they would be filled if they were good. They also had to go to bed early if they wanted anything because St. Nick only came at night to deliver his gifts.

The Dutch pronunciation for Saint Nicholas was Sinter Klass. When the Dutch settlers came to the New World and settled in New York, known then as New Amsterdam, they brought their St. Nick traditions. The name changed again from Sinter Klass to Santa Klass to Santa Claus. Which brings us to today.

We all know who this is!

 

 

On a side-note:

I still remember my brother and I coming down the stairs, dressed in our school uniforms, anticipating what was in our shoes for St. Nicholas Day. Then on the bus to school, we dreamed about what we would be receiving on the coming Christmas Day because our shoes were filled, signifying that we were being very good. My Mom collaborated with St. Nicholas  through high school, college, and even when we all moved away with our own families. What a treat it was when a St. Nicholas card arrived in the mail with a little money inside.  

Struna's St. Nicholas Day 1976

I continued the family custom for my own children and so did my brother and sisters with their children. When my Mom passed and I moved further away from everyone to Cape Cod, I wanted to keep the observance of St. Nick alive, along with the goodness of my Mom. So every year I mail a St. Nicholas card to my nieces and nephews, filling it with a dollar bill for each member of their family.  Over the years, I hope they have enjoyed it as much I have. It's a simple reminder to be good and never lose the magic of the season.

I wish the same to you.

 

 

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