This is my Great-Granddaughter: AMY SUSANNE.....................................
She is now almost Four Months OLD
And a Magnolia Saucer, also called a Tulip tree......
Looking all regal before it gets its green leaves........
L/R: Son Todd, Hubby Eric, Daughter Melanie, Me, Son Marty
Melanie's Daughter Molly and Son Kohl
I haven't written much so far about my family on the blog. I have enjoyed reading about others families and seeing pictures so I thought some of you might like to see my bunch, or at least part of them. This picture was made May 12, 2007 at my daughters wedding. If you notice I had Red Hair! Trust me after I saw these pictures, I wasted no time in returning to my natural brunette hair, Red hair does not become me! And yes, my daughter did remarry after her ordeal with Domestic Violence.
Todd is my first born. After graduating from high school he enlisted in the US Army where he spent 22 years until retiring in 2008. He drove a Multiple Launch Rocket System in the ground battle of Desert Storm. He also did a brief stint in the 82nd Airborne at Ft. Bragg, NC. The last several years of his career were spent as a Army Recruiter in Stillwater, OK. He still lives there.He and his wife Lori own three large day-care schools there called; The Renaissance Schools.http://www.renkids.com/ Todd has five children and got his first grandchild, Amy Susanne this past November. Yes, that does make me "great nana".
Marty is my middle child. He lives in Dickson,TN, just a few miles west of Nashville, on our old home place.This is the farm where our house burned on Feb. 28, 1986. He has built a beautiful home there and has his own Lumber Mill there also. He and his wife Courtney have two children. I was told not long ago by a neighbor of Marty's that if they could elect a Mayor in Yellow Creek,the little community where he lives, they would elect Marty! Makes a Moma proud!
Melanie, my baby and only daughter, you know the named after GWTW Melanie, also lives in the same town as her brother Marty. She has her own company which does Home Decorating and Party Planning. Most have read her story of DV and her efforts to help other survivors of DV. She is now married to Randy. She has the two children pictured above. Kohl gave the bride away and Molly was a flower girl.
My Hubby has two sons, David and Brian. Anna,Brian's daughter, is his only Grandchild. Both boys work off shore. David operates a humongous crane that retrieves sunken oil rigs from the Gulf of Mexico and Brian is a Commercial Diver that makes under water repairs to oil rigs. Both live in New Orleans.So now you know a little bit about my crew. I am very proud of all of them
By the way.........the DSL is Fixed ! Thank Goodness! I have to be real careful now.....the new port and new modem has made it so fast and so sensitive that if I'm not careful it will post comments twice or erase whole sentences.
When I started this blog my intention was to help the visitors toThe Writers Porch discover new Authors and great reads they may not have heard about.I never thought that it might win Awards from other bloggers or gain attention from any of my favorite Authors. I gave no thought to the fact I might become a fanatic blog stalker,meet a world of new friends, literally from around the world.I think that my taste in books is very diverse and I have such a passion for the written word that I can successfully recommend a really awesome read for just about everyone. Well, maybe that's a stretch, but I am amazed at how many have taken my advice and been pleased after reading the book ! I don't really call myself a good reviewer as I am so afraid I may say too much and spoil the read. I try to give a short detail of the setting, contents and my reaction to the book. I will Not recommend a book that I will not buy and read myself. If I feel there might be something offensive I Will warn the potential reader. I'm not fond of strong language in books but I can look past it, if the story has my attention. It's not like I'm innocent of throwing out a few four letter words myself on occasion!
I don't know how many books fill the Library shelves........more than I care to count, both physically and economically! This is my second Library, the first having been destroyed in a house fire on February 28, 1986.
This blog thing has turned into a real joy for me, although other things around Swiftwater Farm are suffering some neglect. HA! You too, huh? My reading time has been cut in half and that pains me. The TBR stack is screaming my name!
Anyhoo.....This past week has been a week of sheer amazement to me where this blog is concerned! It being listed by my favorite Author Sharyn McCrumb as an interview forum. Receiving a e-mail from " Mockingbird" Author Charles J. Shields not only calling it "an excellent, excellent blog" but also offering his permission to post his beautiful piece " Let's Get Lost" ,as an exclusive!
This blog receiving four Awards this week from fellow bloggers!( TWO yesterday I've not yet got around to posting.)
It now has 18 Followers and has had 200 views from 12 countries in the past week.
Since I really just started doing serious posting in January, I think it's pretty amazing! I am just thrilled!
If you have viewed my profile, you know that I am making my first attempt at Novel writing. I started it in November and have what I feel are two chapters done.This book is NOT an attempt by me to become a published Author. It is my way of leaving an expression of my passion for the written word for my children, grandchildren and those that may come when I am long passed. A view of what I loved in my life.When I am done, I will publish it myself.
My true love is the books on the shelves in this room........the Authors whose hard work and passion brought them to print, whose characters have become beloved friends to me. I am truly a recluse at heart,these books allow me to be reclusive yet never alone. No matter my mood, I can pluck what I need to suit the mood from these shelves.My fear is that I will never live long enough to read all the books I want to read!
And so.........this blog is dedicated to all the Authors with the passion it takes to
home their craft and delight their readers!
I have decided that I might like this interview thing and so sent out a few invitations yesterday. I received great results. I will also be giving away some signed copies of their work.
I have no set plan or schedule as of yet but here's what's in the works........
North Carolina Author/Play write/Storyteller: Gary Neil Carden
Mississippi Delta Mystery Author: Carolyn Haines
Civil War Historical Fiction Author: Jessica James
I will be giving away a signed copy of Gary's book:" Mason Jars In the Flood"
Plus a DVD of his his live storytelling:" An Evening With Storyteller Gary Carden"
A DVD of his Play: " Prince of Dark Corners"
A signed copy of Jessica James' Civil War Love Story Novel: " Shades of Gray"
I will also be giving away signed books by Carolyn Haines. I have yet to learn how many or the titles. The above pictures are from my collection.
All the listed works are on my shelves and highly recommended ! Not a bad start eh? I thank them so much for their generosity, Also thanks to: Producer/Director
Neal Hutcheson of http://www.suckerpunchpictures.com/ for donating the DVD
of his film: "Prince of Dark Corners"
I have many other Authors in mind and will be sending out queries to them !
So we have much fun in store for the gracious visitors of The Writers Porch !!
Charles J. Shields has generously given this exclusive never before read piece to The Writers Porch ! We Are Honored To Be The First To Read It !
" LET'S GET LOST"
It happened somewhere as we were driving along Route 7 between Grenada and Greenwood, Mississippi.“You feel it?” I said to my wife. She nodded, smiling, and closed her eyes.
We were taking off, disappearing into the morning sunlight and the miles of cotton fields on either side of us. The road was just a flat ribbon of asphalt, a seam of black then and now. Time receded in the rear view mirror, too exhausted to keep up with us. We were feeling the thrill of answering the invitation that jazz trumpet player Chet Baker used to put to audiences, “Let’s get lost.”
“Lost” in the real sense wasn’t it exactly. We could find our place on the map if we needed to. But this back road that stubbornly turned away from the interstate was leading us to a place I’d been looking for, but couldn’t find. Maybe I’d been looking too hard for it.
People in the audiences I’d been speaking to on my book tour were looking for it, too. After I’d finish talking about my biography of Harper Lee, often someone would shyly approach me. If they weren’t holding a copy of my book, I could usually guess what they were going to ask.
“Have you been to where Harper Lee grew up?”
“Sure, several times.”
“Well, is it like she says it is in her novel? I’ve read it so many times! You know, old-fashioned— the real South?”
I knew they want me to say, yes, it’s the way you’re imagining it. Or better, it’s still the how Scout described it: “Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square. Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer’s day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men’s stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three o’clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.”
But it isn’t that way any longer. “No,” I’d say, “The town has changed. Everything has since then.”
My disappointed listener would nod in agreement. “Thanks. I didn’t think so.”
What they wanted wasn’t a glimpse of old, desperate South under the heel of the Great Depression, of course. It was a feeling. I had wanted it too as I drove through the South in pursuit of the spirit of To Kill a Mockingbird.
It had been so elusive. Always beckoning from an abandoned road I didn’t have time to explore, or suggested in the faded letters on a rusted sign.
But something was happening on Route 7 where the cotton fields were like green, inland seas. We were driving into it. You had to wait for it. It was just stillness.
“Look!” I said, as we slowed and crept into Greenwood. It was early, and the streets were deserted. A few young men were scratching with rakes at the grass in from of the city hall, but all else was quiet. The brick buildings, many more than a century old, were half in shadows.
We came to a stop and lowered the windows. “You know,” I whispered, not knowing why, “if you never wanted to be found, you could come here.”
She drew a breath. “Why, who would have thought…”
She pointed to the storefront we’d stopped beside. The Mockingbird Café.
Charles J. Shields, lives in Barboursville, Virginia and is the author of Mockingbird: A Portrait of Harper Lee (Henry Holt, $25), a New York Times Best Seller.