Five minutes ago I sent the last item of “The Chetwynd Chronicles,” the bibliography, to my amazing designer and formatter, Sallie Kautz. Although she’s completed the text through Chapter 1, much to my delight, I’m preparing for a brief period of mourning. I hate to let go and say, “goodbye” to a project I’ve so much enjoyed.
No longer will I compulsively Google “Chetwynd” only to find the usual references to Chetwynd, British Columbia. Because a half-dozen of Florida’s Chetwynd colonists migrated to British Columbia, I first thought there might be a connection. Turns out that that Chetwynd, located near Dawson Creek, was founded by one Ralph Chetwynd and became a village in 1962.
No longer will I compulsively Google all possible configurations of Granville Chetwynd-Stapylton’s name in hopes of finding something new and interesting about him and not his kinsman by the same name who lived in Australia. Instead I found Alan Chetwynd Gillett, Granville’s great-grandson, who lives in Capetown, South Africa. Our hope is to golf together—either here in Florida or in South Africa or so Alan says. He doesn’t know that I don’t fly.
I am so grateful for my team of specialists, Sallie Kautz, Susy Richmond, Kareen Rashelle, and Emil Pignetti, who helped in great ways to make “The Chetwynd Chronicles” a reality. The wait will be unbearable!
The Chetwynd Chronicles 