I am taking today’s post to introduce a challenge I will be beginning tomorrow. Yup. You guessed it. The April A-Z Challenge. I found out about this challenge last year on, oh, about April 30th. I was bummed! I would have participated! I would have challenged myself! I would have been a part of a…
Month: March 2017
The Most Frightening Thing I Ever Read
The most frightening thing I ever read is the scene in Black House, Written by Stephen King and Peter Straub. Some bad ass bikers jump on their hogs and head out to the haunted house, yes, the Black House mentioned in the title. But this house has a defense. They are mostly through the woods…
Writing Wednesday: The Disconnect
The most cruel thing to happen to a writer? The most discouraging phenomena? It happens all the time. It’s that leap from head to paper. I cannot tell you how many times I have wandered around my house, or was driving, or in the shower, and a story flows through my head like ambrosia. It’s…
February, 1938
The usual: The boys bring her to work and wait for her after and the office looks and calls down to them. It’s a lot of fun. She has two numbers at the city hall social, her Dad turns 46, she has every number at the PNA dance, it’s Zosh birthday and they bake her…
Excerpts of Winter, 1938
Yesterday’s post brought strong memories of Spring but today’s post is a throw back to Winter. Ever wonder what winter in New England was like in 1938? Tuesday, January 11th, 1938 Ernie has been thinking of asking Bill Sheasby and I, Lincoln Butson to the Nee Wah formal but I doubt they’ll go if we…
Sunday Share: How Spring Should Be!
I beat back some of my Seasonal Affective Disorder by viewing gardening blogs all year around but especially in times like these. Spring should have begun, and almost did!, several weeks ago but our snow finally got here. So, I was browsing garden blogs and found this very magical page. yes! I think it’s magical!…
Excerpts January, 1938 The Theatre Again
The Theatre again! I’m an addict. Just reading about Babu performing in a play again makes me itch to be back in again, too. From her talking about auditions to dress rehearsals to performance night, there is jealousy but something more – a rush, an urge, a left over spark that reminds me of the…
The Donkey Serenade
Twice in January, 1938 Babu talks about “The Donkey Serenade” after going to see the movie Firefly. Wednesday, January 5th, 1938 Missed school tonight and went to see “Firefly.” It was magnificent. I can’t forget the “Donkey Serenade.” Wilkelmina Kuzdzal and I sat together. Jaime gave me a ride home and asked to me to…
January, 1938
A new year, to bed at noon, a ride in the Cord, a pie ate in the kitchen, a diary read by prying eyes? Jeb here to see Ernie, listening to the radio with Zosh, lots to do at work, Firefly and a Donkey Serenade to remember, lunch at the expense of the company and…
Writing Wednesdays: Writing Non Fiction
It makes me nervous. It’s also all that more exciting. I forget all the time for brief moments that the people in these books, besides Babu, are real. Yes, maybe they have mostly all passed, but their children and grandchildren haven’t. Meeting Kathy last weekend and hearing her talk about the past and all the…
“Cooperate with Nature, It is Kind”
Another new book and new year and, as always, I get excited first about the book itself. This year, she uses a variety of colored ink. On the inside page, written in green, is her contact info including the house I am currently in, and her phone number. 818 818, guys. That was her phone…
Zosh’s Legacy
I’m still thinking about Babu’s birthday party and about meeting Zosh’s daughter, Kathy. More importantly, about the interactions Kathy had with the family, especially Babu. When you hear stories, especially ones you hear more than once, there is this mistaken sense of ownership. You feel the person who told you the story and you now…
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