Welcome to “Quiet Stream Books.”
Why Quiet Stream? I spent most of my growing-up years living in a remote part of Snohomish County, Washington. We lived next to a lake and were surrounded by thick forests––our nearest neighbors were four miles away. Beside our house a small waterfall plunged over a discreet cliff, making a creek that wound its way around the hill and through the forest toward a series of beaver ponds.
My dad encouraged me to just sit by the quiet of a long deep part of the stream and see what I could learn. I spent many a quiet summer afternoon watching native trout glide up and down stream and brushing away inquisitive insects. Ducks, deer, and furry little water critters provided periodic entertainment and that quiet stream offered hours and hours of enjoyment and instruction.
Of course, a healthy boy could never be content to just sit and watch. I also fished, swam, built dams and bridges, and even panned for gold. I am thankful to have been able to grow up in such a place.
During our rainy Pacific Northwest winters, my unheated bedroom became a place of refuge. There I covered up and read as many books as I could get my hands on. In a way, those books became the equivalent of the quiet stream. With their help I traveled to far countries, met interesting people, and faced untold dangers.
I hope the books I write will serve the same purpose for those who read them. May they entertain and teach the readers. May they help to while away the hours when escape is desired. May they serve to provide instruction in righteousness where that is wanted, and bring balance to how we see history.
––Richard M. Cary