The new 1931 Ford sitting in the front yard of the house was shiny black and the glass windows sparkled. Aunt Sadie had just purchased her first car. She had driven Aunt Jane and Aunt Lizabeth over to show Mama and Papa the new car. These adventurous women were Papa’s three older sisters. All three had lost their husbands in the war. They decided to move in together and live in the family home place since it was empty and large enough for them to be comfortable. They had no children of their own so Rosebud had been the center of their attention most all of her life.
Aunt Sadie was the daring one, she loved to travel, she taught herself how to drive a car, shoot a rifle, and debated news worthy issues. Aunt Jane loved to cook, she made the most wonderful dishes, and her garden was always brimming with herbs and vegetables. Aunt Lizabeth was the scholar, she loved to read and write, study the Bible, and travel as well. They were certainly aunts’ extraordinaire.
Papa just took it all in stride; after all he had grown up with them and loved each one for exactly who they were. They loved Papa and adored Mama; she was just like another sister. Aunts Sadie, Jane, and Lizabeth had come to ask if Rosebud could go on a trip with them. They wanted to visit some sites, attend a theater production, and stay at a spa and resort. Aunt Lizabeth wanted to try the mineral water pools for her aches and pains. After they explained all the travel plans and route they would take Mama and Papa agreed for Rosebud to go with them. They would surprise her with the news at dinner. Papa knew that all of these women would not take no for an answer, and of course his three feisty sisters would take good care of Rosebud. Chuckling, his only comment was, “You four women will have to pack light…”
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Rosebud Snippets-"Papa's Pumpkins", as written by Martha Holbrook

The toes of Rosebud's boots were wet from walking through the grass in the early morning. The fog hung heavy with the sunshine waiting just on the other side. Looking up Rosebud saw Papa pulling the wagon up beside the pumpkin patch. She looked out over the field where the bright orange pumpkins sat scattered among the wilted and browning vines. Rosebud loved to see all the different and odd shapes of the pumpkins. She gathered a basket full of her favorites for Mama to use in their fall decorations and set it on the front seat of the wagon. A smile played around Papa's mouth as he watched Rosebud silently count and calculate the pumpkins. Every year he would take his wagon load of pumpkins to the fair. Mrs. Flannery claimed that Papa's pumpkins made the best pies and she would only buy from him. Of course, Mrs. Flannery's pies always won and she made plenty for everyone. As they headed home all the trees and grasses were showing signs that fall was quickly on its way. The leaves were turning rich golds, reds, and browns, and the air had a new freshness that brushed against Rosebud's face. As they pulled the wagon up Mama came out to admire their fine crop of pumpkins. Rosebud handed down the basket with the pumpkins she had saved for Mama. Now, the fall season had officially begun.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Rosebud Snippets- "The Wren's Song", as written by Martha Holbrook

The little brown wren hopped along the wooded path just ahead of Rosebud. Thick fern fronds brushed against Rosebud's skirt as she walked. She stepped on three flat rocks counting them one-two-three and then stopped to listen. The little wren stopped too as if waiting for Rosebud to continue. Standing quietly, just listening to the stillness she noticed the little wren was sitting beside a lovely, pink lady slipper. Rosebud took out her sketch book from her bag and made a few quick sketches to use later. She jumped when an acorn dropped on her hand. Looking up she saw the flick of a tail of a grey squirrel as it ran across the tree limb above her head. The path turned down as she continued to walk. Looking through the trees she could see the open field. The quiet turned into sweet music as the song of the wren played for her the rest of her walk home.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Vote for our"Bras for the Cause"

Check out our "Bra for the Cause". The Foundation for Angel Medical Center is raising funds for the new digital mammography machine in the Breast Cancer Center. Bras are being decorated and will be worn in the walkathon on Saturday, July 11. Registration 10am with walk at 11am. Early registration $15 & day of $20. Checks are to be made out to Angel Medical Center and marked “Bras for the Cause” or “walkathon” and will be tax deductible. Register to walk and wear your decorated bra or Vote for our Bra with a donation, the shop with the most money wins! Drop by and support the cause. Vote for Rosebud Cottage's Bra for the Cause.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Rosebud Snippets - "The Silver Mirror" as written by Martha Holbrook
Mr. Malley shouted a greeting to Rosebud as he swung open the garden gate and hurried to where Rosebud sat in the warm morning sun. He opened the brown leather satchel he carried over his shoulder and pulled out a brown paper wrapped package. He pointed to the mailing address; it was from Henry in Paris. Rosebud ran her finger tips over the bold masculine script. She thanked Mr. Malley for bringing the package to her and he bid her goodbye. Rosebud smiled to herself as she
untied the string and opened the package. Inside was a beautiful silver hand mirror. The card read, “To Rosebud, when you look into this mirror know that you are looking at my one true love. I am counting the days until I return. All my love, Henry.” Tears slowly slid down Rosebuds cheeks, she could not believe that she was so blessed to have Henry in her life.
April In Paris Event
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Rosebud Cottage on Facebook

Rosebud Cottage is now on Facebook. Be sure to join us as a Fan. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Franklin-NC/Rosebud-Cottage/53127899150
Rosebud Snippets - "Mama's Present" as written by Martha Holbrook

One more, just one more. Rosebud checked each hen's nest for one more egg to fill the basket for market. She finally found one in the last nest, it would be just enough to buy Mama the new teapot and cups she had found. Each morning Mama poured tea into the last teacup from the old tea set. When she finished, Mama always set her teacup on the window sill in the kitchen. Over the years the favorite cups had all been broken but one. Rosebud counted the eggs in the basket one more time and headed to the market. Fresh eggs always sold quickly. She hurried to the shop to pick up her gift for Mama. It would be the pink and white tea set called "Petit Rose", she knew Mama would love it. It would be the perfect gift.
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