I am Taylor Caldwell's grandson. When I was 6 or 7 my friends and I would grab our snow sleds and go over to Pomroy Park in Amherst New York. There was a pond at the park, just across the street from where my grandmother lived and wrote. Sometimes she would look out the window to see what was going on across the street at the pond but never called us over to say hello or envite us in for hot chocolate. I think she was too busy writing (-: