Saturday, June 30, 2012

See my interview on Leanne Dyck's blog: Please welcome Author Scarlett Rains

Leanne Dyck's blog: Please welcome Author Scarlett Rains:
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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Read Scarlett's Review of Mungai and the Goa Constrictor

Mungai
Find out if Bodger's really dodgy and if Swallow (an unfortunately named bird) finally tempts Goa beyond restraint. Watch the Oracle’s hind-end get redder when he advises Caw-Caw on tactical maneuvers and cheer Caw-Caw and his cohorts on as they try to capture Mungai and his lisping sidekick, Goa. Join the chase here!  Then hurry to buy this wonderful book!

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Monday, June 18, 2012

I miss you, Daddy.

If my Dad were alive, he would be 100 years old today.  He was only 53 when he passed on, and I was just a teenager.  He is the reason I was able to be in the Home.  He was a disabled war veteran and had been stationed at Wright Pat for a number of years.  He couldn't work much, but often he would get a part time job selling cars, but his health would not allow him to work very long.  I remember him getting up very early in the morning, getting his coffee and whatever he was reading...the morning paper, readers digest etc. and waiting at the table until everyone else got up.


I don't remember a whole lot about my childhood, but I do remember my Dad.  I remember when I was small, and if I was scared or hurt, or not feeling well, I could climb up in my dad's big lap and cuddle up and typically fall asleep.  He wasn't a tall man, I believe only about 5'9" but he was a rather big man with a balding head.  He used to have these 3 little hairs as he called them that he would comb over his bald spot!  Today, I laugh about it.
Once, I remember, he was driving the local School bus...and the children were getting rowdy, he had hollered back for them to quiet down and they didn't.  He stopped the bus right there, got up, and walked to the back giving everyone 'the eye'.  Walked back up front, calmly sat down, and started driving again.  Then he looked in the rear view mirror, caught my eye, and winked.  You could have heard a pin drop for the rest of the ride to school.
Over the years, there were several times that his birthday and Father's Day would fall on the same day or very close.  I miss you, Daddy.  Happy Birthday, and Happy Father's Day.

This posting was contributed by L. Stout Smith, a  member of my OSSO/OVCH family.

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Sunday, June 17, 2012

I can still see him when I close my eyes...


My Dad was born in Louellen, Kentucky in 1924. Like a lot of other young Appalachian Mountain men he migrated North to Dayton, Ohio and went to work at GM's Frigidaire Plant. My Mom had a lot of problems and upped and left my Dad with five kids to take care of. This was an impossible task for him, so in 1956 my brother Don, sister Clara and myself were placed in the OS&SO Home, located in Xenia, Ohio. While in the "Home" we were allowed visits from relatives once a month and a vacation away from there once a year. 

Back then my Dad had a white-over-blue 1956 Ford that he'd pick us up with and we'd all drive down to Harlan, Kentucky for our vacation. This Ford was a three speed on the column and when I was old enough I'd get to drive it over the mountains to Keokee, Virginia, a place with 316 people, 128 households, and 88 families, much like it is today. 

One thing that Keokee had that Harlan didn't was alcohol. Beer, wine and all the spirits. My Dad would load the car up with bags of assorted booze and we'd head back over the mountains to Harlan to deliver "items" to friends and relatives. I drove and, pictured in my mind, I was Robert Mitchum in Thunder Road. After the deliveries were made my Dad would partake of a six pack or two and then, early in the morning, we'd sit on top of the mountain, out in that old 1956 Ford and try to find WSM, 650 AM Nashville, TN on the radio. Now radios in cars then had a weak back light and a needle on a thread that was wound back and forth by the radio's knobs. You would have to move the needle slowly and kind of creep up on the channel you wanted. 

I can still see him when I close my eyes; the odor of the beer, the smell of the cigarette he was smoking, the way he squinted through the cigarette smoke looking at the radio and turning the dial until WSM came in, as clear as this picture in my mind. 

This posting was contributed by Dave "67", a  member of my OSSO/OVCH family.



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Saturday, June 16, 2012

Read my review of Murder in Half Moon Bay

Don't miss my review of Nancy Jill Thames's mystery, Murder in Half Moon Bay


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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Another terrific review of my book, "Promises of the Heart"

Stop by Nancy Jill Thames wonderful blog 
and read her review of 

Promises of the Heart, 




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