July 21, 2017

Art of Wearing Perfume, Goodbye Lie Excerpt - Breelan

     "Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart."  -Proverbs 27:9  

     "The perfume is not goods; its creation is an act of love. It must reflect the heart of the woman who will wear it."  -Robert Ricci 

The Art of Wearing Perfume

     People have been wearing perfume for thousands of years.  Perhaps they got the idea from the smoke of fumes or burnt religious offerings.
     Technically, the first distilled essence or modern perfume was made in the 10th century when the Persian philosopher Avicenna [Abu Ali Sina or Ibn Sina] distilled rose petal oil for use as a medicine.  Everything was natural until 1868 when the first artificial scent was created.  Today, the perfume industry is worth billions.

Strong Scents

     Traditionally, perfume should only be applied strongly enough to be smelled 12 inches away.  But no matter how delicate the application, some people with sensitive allergies would prefer that you forgo the use of scent completely when you will be traveling in a closed container such as an airplane.  As with most things, moderation is best.


     Apply your perfume after showering or bathing, but if you have time, wait a few minutes since you've washed away the body oil that helps hold the scent on your skin.

     Don't rub perfume into your skin because it breaks down the scent.  Let it air dry by waving your arms.  You'll be getting very mild exercise to boot!
     Let perfume dry completely so the alcohol in it won't stain your clothes. 
     Wait until your perfume is dry before applying jewelry, including pearls or beads, so it won't discolor them.
     Layering scented lotion with perfume on top will make the scent last much long.

More tricks and tips
     Holding the perfume bottle over your hair, spritz a few times and let the scent waft down upon your locks.
     For an instant expensive air freshener, you can spray a few spritzes just above the floor.  As heat rises, so will the scent.
     Don't mix scents.
     Keep your perfume away from window sills and sunlight, which may degrade it.
     Don't buy large bottles of perfume.  You might tire of the scent.  Instead, purchase several different smaller sized perfumes to go with different moods you may be feeling.
   Above all, if you have expensive perfume, wear it today.  Who better to enjoy it than you?  

Art of Wearing Perfume is reprinted from original Gracious Jane Marie Newsletter by Nancy Kamp and Jane Marie Malcolm.  (I give us permission to run this article again.  It's an interesting piece and I have stuff to do, like work on my next novel, Amelia Island's Sand and Sin! - jmm)

The Goodbye Lie, an excerpt:

     As he continued to breathe her in, he mindlessly commented, "You should not smell so sweet." 
      Breelan responded with a proud smile. Was her perfume alone enough to drive him mad? What power woman had over man and what a thrill this power gave her. Her fear of Waite was forgotten, as she understood she had the upper hand.
      "You were never meant to wear such a light scent." His warm breath carried his words to her ear. "That fragrance is for old women and little girls. I have in mind something heavier for you, richer. It will better match the complicated woman you are."
The Goodbye Lie series available in e-book and paperback

#perfume, #scent, #tradition, #romance, #heart, #GoodbyeLie, #AmeliaIsland, #Florida, #series, #drama, #Irish, #family, #mystery, #suspense

July 14, 2017

Novel Advice For Men (and Women, Too)

by Jane  Marie Malcolm

reprinted from Fresh Fiction


Calling all wanna-be studs! Have you overheard your significant other say this? “My man is great, but he would be the whole package if only he were more romantic."  What do you do? Hang your head in shame or beat your chest to prove your
prowess? Do you buy a bottle of wine and grill her a lean piece of meat? Maybe pick up a bouquet of flowers in the grocery store?

That’s all well and good, big spender. But I, Gracious Jane Marie, author of historical romantic suspense, have discovered the perfect game plan for growing your romantic muscles. It requires only a pair of eyes, a sports magazine and a paperback romance novel to tuck inside it!
Romance novels are the encyclopedia of love. Here you will learn what women want and how to give it to them: a tender word when all seems lost, a nuzzle to comfort a broken heart, perhaps a clever line with which to tease and flirt. So long as she hasn’t read the same book, you’re set.

On the other side of the bed, as it were, if your guy imagines himself too macho to actually go to the store and pick up a romance book or even order one online lest the mail carrier sees a glimpse of the cover through a tear in the wrapper, fear not. You, lovely lady, will have to be the one to purchase the book. Just think how surprised, okay shocked, he will be when he rips away the football print gift wrap on his present from you to reveal a man’s glove and a woman’s glove atop a bed of sparkling sand, surrounded by a meandering red ribbon and tropical flowers. (That just happens to be the cover of my novel, The Goodbye Lie.) If you’ve circled the good parts, so much the better. Should the story contain a little murder or at least one good bar fight, he’ll be hooked! 

If he is new to your plan, wink, nod and waggle a bare shoulder his way, saying, “This is the instruction manual to find the key to my heart, honey. Try page 130. It will inspire!” Then, just walk away. Give him a few minutes to decipher your meaning, acclimate to the idea, and read the passages you’ve bookmarked. Meanwhile, as you await the knock on your private chambers, spritz the pillows with a light spray of new-to-him, never before sniffed perfume, just to add to the adventure. After little is said and all is done, he will thank his beautiful and responsive mate and wonder why his father didn’t offer this wisdom to his son.

Jane Marie Malcolm aka Gracious Jane Marie is the author of The Goodbye Lie series historical romance on Amelia Island, Florida in the late 1800s, available in E-book and paperback. Enter her blog-world at Gracious Jane Marie blog, and celebrate heart and home with roses, recipes and romance. Contact Jane Marie at graciousjanemarie@yahoo.com to join her ever-gracious gathering.

#Fresh Fiction, #Amelia Island romance, #Novel Advice, #romance tips, #drama, #fight, #mystery, #beach

July 7, 2017


I've come across a few strange characters while book signing over the years. Two-legged and four-legged ... Do you remember the unicorn??? (If you missed it, click here: http://graciousjanemarie.blogspot.com/2015/11/unicorn-pays-visit.html Well, add this to the list. 
     There I was, outside Sea Jade, Amelia Island's favorite Old Florida souvenir shop on Centre Street in our historic town of Fernandina Beach.  Chatting with some very nice tourists, I interrupted myself to exclaim, " Holy moly!  Is that -?  Sure is!"  Not a kangaroo, but according to the owner carrying the precious critter around in a cloth pouch, it was a wallaby!   Much smaller than a kangaroo, she explained Oliver will get to two feet or a little more.  Like a dog, he is her pet.  At night, he sleeps in this pouch, which hangs from a door knob.  He has recently discovered he can jump out of the pouch. She and her husband are going to try a playpen to corral the little critter next.  Good luck.  Me thinks it won't be long before Oliver will be running the household and pretty much their whole world. 
     What fun it was for everyone who spied the sweet, gentle animal she's raised from a baby.  Her kindness has clearly rubbed off on it because anybody could pet it.

So next time you're on Amelia Island, keep a lookout and be prepared to be surprised in a wonderful way.

#wallaby, #kangaroo, #surprise, #AmeliaIsland, #Florida, #drama, #goodbyelie, #AmeliaIsland historicalromance, #drama, #Irish, #family, #islandromance

July 4, 2017

Independence Day in America

    July 4th! 

May God continue to bless our wonderful county!

Photo by Bob Harkins, Retired Chief, U.S. Navy

#Statue of Liberty, #July 4th, #Independence Day, #God Bless America

June 29, 2017

On the Left

     Why does the bride stand to the left of the groom as they face the officiant? In the days of old, the groom could wrap his left arm around his bride, leaving his right hand free to retrieve his sword and fight to protect her.  (I love this stuff!)
     Also, on his left, his heart, filled with love flows down toward her.
     When the ceremony is completed, the couple turns and faces the congregation/audience of family and friends.   She is  on the groom's right side.  What does this represent?  United, the bride is now the groom's right hand.

#romance, #wedding, #bride, #groom, #ceremony, #sword, #olden days, #tradition

June 23, 2017

Hollywood Hearts - Jerry Lewis - Have You Heard This?

I was recently reminded of a song I
heard in my younger days.  It's fun, it's clever and so very unusual. I think you will get a chuckle from listening to the YouTube performances I've found. It is called The Typewriter by Leroy Anderson because the star of the piece is, yes, a typewriter!  Being an author,  I can appreciate the creativity of the composer all the more.  Thank you to YouTube for making this available for us to share.

The first version is by silly comic Jerry Lewis: Jerry Lewis and The Typewriter Song

#Jerry_Lewis, #typewriter_song, #Vienna, #Ludwigshafen_Germany, #orchestra, #novelty_song, #Hollywood

June 16, 2017

Goodbye Lie Diaries - A Remembrance - Miss Ella

Late 1800s
Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida

*Miss Ella writes:
   I recall my mother, we all later called her Grammy,  pressing a yellow daisy, given her by my father, between the pages of the old family Bible.  She said some might say it was disrespectful to use the Good Book in such a fashion and that we should be reading it instead.  That particular Bible was in our parlor and in my mother's parlor before me. 
Age was beginning to pay a visit to the delicate pages so we used another, less fancy one, from which to read our devotions. Besides, she said, "It seems meet, right and proper, so to do, to care enough for one of God's colorful creations to make a keepsake of it, since it was He who crafted the flowers in the Beginning."

     She also told me this verse:

A posy picked is a passing pleasure,
But a posy pressed is a remembrance forever.


The time is now.
Fernandina Beach on Amelia Island, Florida

Jane Marie writes:   Miss Ella, I am so glad you recall Grammy pressing flowers in the Bible.  It is almost like the event during which the flower is received is blessed.  I took the photograph, above, of the pansy to let you know we are still pressing flowers in my time.  I got a letter from a dear friend written on this pansy stationery. It is so delicate and beautiful, I've save it over the years.  I thought it would add to your little poem to offer a sweet example of a pressed flower.  We must continue traditions of the heart, like this.  It makes me smile, looking at the perfect petals and fern.   


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*Miss Ella is the matriarch of the Dunnigan family, set on Amelia Island, Florida in the late 1800s.  Her sensitivity and kindness are inviting to strangers and make her beloved to family and friends. 

#pressed_flower,  #Bible, #tradition, #Amelia_Island, #Fernandina, #Amelia Island_historical_novel

June 8, 2017

Capt Fancy Patch Spies on the Rocks ...

     Howdy to all me buckos out there.  'Tis I, 
Captain Fancy Patch of me ship, The Rosey Freckle.  Whilst docked a mere half mile off shore of our home port of Amelia Island, Florida, being in the United of States, on the continent of North America, my sailors rowed me in a wee dingy to the beach sos we could go exploring.  Whether at sea or on dry land, in this case, sand, we are always on an adventure because life means livin' and that is one thing we know all about. 
     So, there we were, makin' our way down one road and then the next with me leadin' the way, naturally. That was when I threw up me hand, and my crew took my meaning to stop sudden-like and be still as a starving mouse in a cheese factory with a cat  watchin'.  I pointed to the bed of small rocks to the east and all heads turned with eyes followin' to see three brown speckled eggs! There was no soft nest, no gathering of twigs and leaves to cushion the eggs.  Nope, just hard stones, but whatever
laid the eggs, sure did a fine job camouflaging them.  Bein' the reasonable man I am, I calculated they were bird eggs, having spied the mama bird not ten feet away, pretendin' to have a broken wing so as to distract us from her soon to be born babes and toward her.  A brave mother she is.  I'm thinking mama is of the killdeer species since she lays by water, the ocean bein' not far, and on the gravel.  Again, it would make sense that her babies would be killdeers, too.  
     Should any among ya know different,  please let Jane Marie know and she will pass the word onto me.  Her email address is graciousjanemarie@yahoo.com. If I hear no dispute, I will assume those are, indeed, killdeer eggs, and hope the stray cats and dogs in the area will let the little creatures alone to hatch and fly away.  Jane Marie has promised to keep me informed as the good friend she is.  
     Until next time, may the tide be with ye, the wind fill your sails and your barnacles be few.


Click on the link above for E-books and Paperbacks

Captain Fancy Patch makes a cameo appearance in Amelia Island's Mark of a Man.  Click on the YouTube link and watch him read The Great Amelia Island Sniff-Off, a bedtime story for the whole family.

Click here for more killdeer info and pics. Thank you to birdwatching.com for their wonderfully educational sight. - jmm

#killdeer, #Captain_Fancy_Patch, #pirate, #beach, #Amelia_Island, #bedtime_story, #family

June 1, 2017

Lizard Alert - Goodbye Lie Diaries - Aunt Noreen

Late 1800s
Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida

Aunt Noreen writes:
   Jane Marie!  You claim to know me as well as I know myself.  Hmm.  I do not think that is true.  Why?  Because if you had my sensibilities, you would never have shown the picture in this entry of those awful crawling reptiles.  I cannot abide them.  Those nasties are everywhere, so you do not need to promote them in any form or fashion. I am certain a photograph of a delicate rose or a bird on the wing would be preferable and appreciated much more than these images.  All I can do is avert my glance.  Perhaps you should have some sort of cautionary warning to others with the same delicacies as mine.

The time is now.
Fernandina Beach on Amelia Island, Florida

Jane Marie replies:
   Dearest Aunt Noreen,
       Thank you for alerting me, yet again, to your issue with crawling creatures.  Please trust me and know I would not deliberately upset you, lest I get a pain in my side from laughing at another of your many protestations.  Do not be  insulted.  I am being honest and honesty is best.  I am sure you agree. 
        As for the awful image I present in this post, well, I find it just plain interesting and, frankly, beautiful.  The pristine sand filled me with questions the moment I spied the imprints from the lizard.  Where was the little fellow going?  Was he on a quest for food or just on a leisurely stroll?  Was the sand hot on his tiny feet?  Why is his route serpentine versus a direct path toward his goal?  Was he distracted by a nearby flying bug and, therefore, his way is not straight.  The best part of the photo for me is the nearly perfect impression of the lizzie, third indentation from the top.  When I saw it, I just had to take a picture to share with the world.  You, most interesting of aunts, are part of that world.  Sometimes we see things we do not want to see or hear things we do not want to hear.   
       I can only hope you will continue to read this blog and comment upon what I post. Those comments are so entertaining. 
             The magic of electronics in my time is simply wonderful. Don't you agree?

-Aunt Noreen is a featured character in The Goodbye Lie series by Jane Marie Malcolm, author of this blog.

#Aunt_Noreen, #Amelia_Island, #lizard, #sand, #beach, #Goodbye_Lie, #nature, #silly, #drama, #Irish, #reptile,

May 26, 2017

Memorial Day, They Are Not Forgotten

Slow down.  And I mean you ... and me, too. Why should we?  Memorial Day is a holiday!  We don't have to work.  It makes for a long weekend and we love it!  Sure, everybody hangs an American flag on the front of the house or raises the flag on the pole in the front yard to show patriotism. I think it's wonderful because I do the same thing. 

It's the meaning behind Memorial Day that we, and I'm including myself, don't stop and honor enough. Preach, preach, preach.  We've all heard it before. We should remember those who gave their lives for our country. Easy words to say, but not always practiced.  This is big kid, serious stuff and it is important for us to teach the meaning behind the holiday to our children and grandchildren. 

Those saints in Heaven, waiting for us, and they are, indeed, saints,  ask nothing of us, but I believe we can do so much better than nothing for them.  So let's turn off the TV, the phone and the mindless music, find a quiet place in the midst of our chaos and offer recognition and gratitude to those men and women who, over generations, have cared enough about the United States of America to die so we might have these long holiday weekends. When the saints glance down upon us, I'm thinking their smiles will broaden as they see our heads bowed in sincere thanksgiving for their gift of freedom to us. 

(photo of Spanish American War graves taken at Bosque Bello Cemetery, Fernandina Beach, Florida)

#MemorialDay, #gratitude, #USA, #grateful, #AmeliaIsland, #Fernandina, #holiday, #longweekend, #cemetary

May 22, 2017

Possible Aunt Noreen Quote

Aunt Noreen
See if you agree that Aunt Noreen, less than lovely neighbor to the Dunnigan family on Amelia Island, Florida in the late 1800s, and a major player in The Goodbye Lie series, might have said the anonymous quote below. Let me set the scene:  

Think back to 1882. You are on Amelia Island.  Relax as you imagine the soft sea breeze blowing off the water onto the shore.  Ladylike, you are sitting on a blanket as the sun begins its descent into the cool waiting ocean.  Your mother would not approve of the novel you are reading. She thinks it is a book of poetry.  You are glad she is a few yards down the beach, sharing the shade tent with her sister-in-law, old troublesome Aunt Noreen.  You are also glad you are not in that same tent, enduring the chatter of said aunt.  As the sea rolls, the gulls are calling. You are lulled to near sleeping until your mind snaps to attention, jarred as it is by Aunt's gruff blurting.  
   "I do not repeat gossip,
so pay attention the first time."

in E-book and Paperback

#gossip, #AmeliaIsland, #novel, #beach, #island, #AuntNoreen, #Irish, #Victorian

May 15, 2017

A Squirrel's Best Friends

Doctor Pete
The following story I wrote is reprinted from Fernandina's News-Leader newspaper published May 12, 2017.

Let me tell you about a gray squirrel named Pete. Raised from an infant by Ray and Kay O’Rourke, the veterinarian clarified Pete was a girl.  Ray told me, “Well, if Johnny Cash can sing about a boy named Sue, we can call our little girl Pete.”  After eleven wonderful years thriving in a loving and safe home, Pete went to Squirrel Heaven, the happy Land-O-Nuts.  And so here, I recount just a few of the highlights Ray shared about his best furry friend.

A neighbor found a baby squirrel those eleven years ago and gave it to the O’Rourke family.
Pete and Ray
Every four hours, Mrs. O’Rourke bottle-fed the bitty thing.  The vet explained that her spine had not fused in three places.  Kept in a tiny box to restrict movement, and encourage healing, after three months, Pete was up and ready to run.  Being a Fernandina native like her human parents, by this time, the family had grown quite fond of her and didn’t have the heart to let her fend for herself in the wild.  “If we'd have let her go,” Ray said, “she’d have probably only lived a year.  In captivity, her life expectancy was nine to fifteen years.”
They got a huge three tiered cage and kept it lined with fresh newspaper. Pete shredded the top layers of newspaper and carried them down to the bottom, to make what her parents thought was a nest.  They also discovered she liked to sleep in a pair of rompers, sized 3-months.  Heavy dungaree material lasted far longer than cotton, which the squirrel chewed to pieces, in short order. Always thinking of their baby, the O’Rourkes even brought home four pairs of rompers from a trip to Berlin, Germany.  With the rompers hanging by their straps from the top of the cage, Pete would put up, as Ray called it, unsalted peanuts in the shell, stashing them in the pockets.  Mrs. O’Rourke sewed the legs shut on the romper suit and the squirrel would sleep inside the shorts. 
Pete much preferred the small Fernandina acorns versus the larger, fancy acorns, Ray explained.   She loved her sweet potatoes, cherry tomatoes and fruits and veggies, too.  She ate no meat and drank just water, no beer.  They took her out of her cage at least two hours a day for good “quality time.”  Fingers gave fine scritchy-scratches, but what Pete really loved was to be massaged with a four-prong massage-thingie.  “She would lift her front arm for better access,” Ray remembered with a grin.  She was not afraid of dogs and cats and like a cat, Pete never had a bath.  No matter, she was a girl of good personal grooming.  Oh, she travelled in a camera case with grommet holes.
Pete in her Tux

When it came to fashion, Pete was all over it, and the photos are proof.  From doctor to Santa to tuxedoed squirrel-about-town, she was patient and proud to model her different doll costumes. Some clothes were a gift from her Godparents who wore badges reading: I'm Pete's Godmother and I'm Pete's Godfather! In her later years, Pete slept with an oxygen tube in her special box, just to make her life extra comfy.

Santa Pete
Well, Pete is buried in the O’Rourke back yard, in a pair of dungarees beneath an angel stepping stone.   If the smile on Ray’s face and the tears in his eyes tell me anything, it is that there is a particular little squirrel with angel wings now watching over her beloved parents here on earth.  May we all know such love from and for one of God’s creatures.  
                                                 -Jane Marie

#Amelia, #best friend, #bottlefed, #gray squirrel, #O'Rourke, #pet, #squirrel, #graysquirrel, #beach, #animal

May 12, 2017

The Lone Flower

As I thought of what to write for Mother's Day and looked through my photos, I found this picture. It is a single blossom, like a wild petunia, if there is such a thing, in full bloom.  All alone on the hot sand of our Amelia Island,  I snapped the shot on the way home from church one Sunday morning. I thought how pretty and proud it was at the time and how very strong it was to endure the blistering sun.  I didn't know where I would use the picture on this blog until now. 

It reminds me of my mother, Marie, but not only my mother. To me, it represents all mothers.  The white of it is her purity of heart.  And oh, how a mother does adore her family-  This flower stands strong and alone like happens so often.  Mothers can and often are the ones who must remain power-filled when others collapse from the strain of life.  The matriarchs hold us together for a mother is ever dependable. The vine in the picture is her lifeline to family and friends. The green leaves represent her children and husband and parents and siblings and relatives. It doesn't take a lot to satisfy a mother. Like this flower, no luxurious soakings in spring water and no expensive food or fertilizer is needed to keep her going. She is beautiful without all the frivolity because her beauty comes in the form of kindness, caring, reliability, generosity and pure love. 

So what does your mother want more than flowers or jewels or her favorite restaurant, all of which are lovely gifts, don't get me wrong.  I dare say, as a mother, and speaking to other mothers, what we want is our family about us.  Everybody is busier today than they were yesterday.  That is the way of the world. And often many miles separate us. Still, we all think of our mothers on and off throughout the hours.  When we do, stop a moment and call to say hi. Dash off a text or, what is better, if you can't be with your mom, hand write and snail mail a note to her. She will prize it forever.

Living or gone home to her God, treasure her in thought and deed. Take that straight path she taught you to follow as a child because every day is Mother's Day, or should be, if you think about it.  

Thank you, Mom.

#Mothersday, #holiday, #snailmail, #AmeliaIsland, #celebrate, #love, #parent, #mom, #thankyoumom

May 5, 2017

Tire Tribute

I spied these fun and fabulous tire planters hanging on the wooden fence of our Amelia Island Montessori School.  Of course, I asked a teacher if I might take pictures of these cleverly repurposed items, to share with you.  Permission granted, she said they got the idea from Pinterest. These days, where else?  So, don't throw away that worn out tire. With a little spray paint (meant for rubber), dirt and colorful flowers, you can fancify your gate or fence or wherever you want a shabby chic/country garden kind of look.  Happy Spring and Summer to you all!  And thank you to Montessori, too!

May 2, 2017

Precious Portrait

Jeremy, a young man we have come to know and care about, drew this portrait of my husband, Bruce, and me.   A smidge wrinkled by way of snail mail, that doesn't matter.  We have framed it and it is sitting on the marble-topped table in our parlor. For someone to take seconds, minutes and hours out of their life to create this gift, touches both our hearts. 
     In my thank you note to Jeremy, I tried to express our gratitude for his wonderful work.  I closed my note with the words, "Not only are you such a good artist that we look like humans, not aliens from outer space,  I can never draw faces, myself, but I will remain forever young.  Bruce and I will treasure it always."
     Thank you, Jeremy.  I just had to share with you, my friends.

#portrait, #AmeliaIsland, #framed, #art, #treasure, #alien, #goodbyelie

April 28, 2017

New Friends

Meet my new friend, Samiksha Bose from St. Augstine, Florida.  She is originally from India and we got to chatting, along with her lovely daughter.  If you know me, I'm the Question Meister. So, I asked all about her native land and customs.

After we parted,  I wondered why she would have an interest in my Goodbye Lie series.  Then, I realized how she very well could be curious about the late 1800s on Amelia Island, Florida, the same way I am curious about her world.  Good thing my stories are historically correct, to the best of my  research, particularly at our Amelia Island Museum of History. 

P.S. Don't take my glum expression in the photo above at face value. Clearly, I am thinking very heavy-duty thoughts.

#deepthoughts, #India, #custom, #novels, #drama, #AmeliaIsland, #tasteful, #friend

April 25, 2017

Grilled Cheese Pizza

I first saw Grilled Cheese Pizza on Pinterest.  The photo looked good so I tried it.*  It's easy and fun and a good Friday or Saturday night meal or anytime you don't want anything fancy or time consuming to prepare.  

You'll need:

Bread- 2 slices per serving
Butter or whatever you use to crisp up the outside
Pizza sauce or add oregano and/or basil to spaghetti/tomato sauce
Provolone or Mozzarella cheese slices
Pepperoni-original (microwaved for a few seconds on paper towels to remove excess grease) or turkey (much less grease)
Mushrooms, etc., and favorite pizza toppings

Butter the exterior of both slices of bread. Place a slice of cheese on the unbuttered side of a slice of bread.  Add some pizza sauce.  Not too much or it can make the bread soggy.  Spread evenly.  Add slices of pepperoni and other toppings, if any. Add a second slice of cheese. Top with second piece of bread, unbuttered side atop the cheese.  Grill in frying pan or I used a George Foreman grill until golden brown and the cheese is melted.


P.S.  As I type this, I'm thinking you could make a Mexican version and use Cheddar, Colby or Mexican type cheese, salsa, refried beans (no-fat), green chillers and green onions, etc!

* I don't know who put Grilled Cheese Pizza on Pinterest. If you are the person, please contact me at graciousjanemarie@yahoo.com and I will credit you, of course.

#Pinterest, #GeorgeForeman, #grill, #Pizza, #Mexican, #green chiles, #GrilledPizza, #appetizer, #snack, #cheese, #Provolone, #Mozzarella

April 21, 2017

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow- Goodbye Lie Diaries

Late 1800s
Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida

Miss Ella writes:
     It was lovely chatting with you the other day, Jane Marie. How wonderful it is that you are able to show a photograph of what could be my very own Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow bush.  Mine is planted at the base of my white rose climber.  You recall my rose garden is beside and slightly behind Dunnigan Manor, but still visible as you come up the front drive. The white in the roses brings out the contracting shades of purple, lavender and white on the bush.
Miss Ella
     I grew mine from cuttings given to me by Mrs. Ickles.  I planted two sprigs in Aunt Noreen's front flower bed.  I think, perhaps, she was too attentive and a bit heavy-handed with the water. They do not like their feet wet, so it did not survive.  Gardening is not one of her prime interests, especially if it is hot enough to make Auntie glow and glisten, if you understand my meaning.  

Modern times
Fernandina Beach on Amelia Island, Florida

 Jane Marie writes:    Since your Dunnigan Manor is only a few blocks from our house, Miss Ella, the growing conditions are the same, and my YTT bush is, indeed, doing well, as you can see. 
     I did a little research to tell our readers a bit about this plant. The official name is brunfelsia. As a shrub, it likes warm climates and blooms in the spring and summer.  In the colder areas, it will grow in a pot.  My plant is in the full sun. However, it will also grow well if there is a little shade.  Just make sure it has more sun than shade. Yes, the soil needs to be well drained.  I found out, too, that the seeds are poison to children and animals!

#YesterdayTodayandTomorrow, #plant, #fullsun, #blooms, #GoodbyeLie, GoodbyeLieDiaries

April 10, 2017

Proud Post Office

My husband, former mayor of Fernandina Beach on Amelia Island, Florida, Bruce Malcolm, and I were pleased to attend the recent historical marker dedication of the 1912 Post Office-Customs House-Courthouse in our city.  This important event was sponsored by the Princess Amelia Chapter, Colonial Dames XVII Century.  After being on the Fernandina Historical District
FL State Senator Aaron Bean speaking
Council for over ten years,  saving the beautiful building was one of Bruce’s goals.  Finally, we were both thrilled to see the workman resurface the exterior with all its detail.   So here is a huge thank you to each person who contributed to this worthwhile project in  any fashion.  The post office is one of the anchor buildings on our Centre Street and so important to our city’s heritage. 
Read the inscription on the marker below:
The Old Post Office 1912
U.S. Post Office-Customs House-Courthouse.  Dedicated in 1912, this Italian Renaissance Revival building was designed under the direction of Treasury Department architect James Knox Taylor.  The interior was custom build to accommodate the building’s three original function as a U.S. Customs House, Courthouse, and Post Office.  The building features a symmetrical facade, uniformly-arched windows and doors with terra cotta accents, second floor windows with gabled pediments, decorative balustrades, and small square windows on the top floor.  Brick walls faced with stucco rise from a granite base three stories to a tiled,, hipped roof with widely extending eaves supported by decorative brackets.  The U.S. District Court for the Southern District of Florida met here until the creation of the Middle District in 1962.  The building was then used by the Middle District until divisional judicial functions were consolidated in Jacksonville.  The building is a notable feature of the city’s urban landscape and it the second tallest structure exceeded only by the Nassau County Courthouse’s clock tower.  In 1973, the building was listed on the National Register of Historic Places as a contributing resource in the Fernandina Beach Historic District. 
A Florida Heritage Site sponsored by the Princess Amelia Chapter National Society Colonial Dames XVII Century and the Florida Department of State.

April 4, 2017

Free and Fun

Jane Marie's
toilet paper tube flower
I discovered snowflakes made of toilet paper tubes while I was scrolling through wonderful #Pinterest. Here is my version of what I think are the basics in making TP  #ornaments: Flatten a toilet paper tube  in half lengthwise and then cut it into 1/4 inch pieces. Make your style of a snowflake pattern with the pieces and glue them together. Once dry, apply spray paint and toss on some glitter while that paint is still wet.  Add a simple ribbon and hang them anywhere.

Because I am scientifically inclined, everybody knows that about me,  I personally had to check out the dynamics of flattening a toilet paper tube in half and cutting it into strips.  Ah, but my end game was not to make ornaments.  No,  I left the strips loose in order for people to make their own designs atop a colored sheet of paper.  It's fun to watch folks, young and old, either mindlessly or with purpose #create designs.  One man added a few coins for the centers of flowers while another stripped a few leaves from  nearby plant to add color.

With an endless supply of toilet paper tubes, who knows what beautiful art will be crafted.  I have discovered that different brands of TP have different colors/shades of rolls inside the paper.  There is another exciting bonus for you! 

P.S.  Don't use paper towel tubes because they are generally thicker and harder to smash in half plus some may be difficult to cut through.

March 30, 2017

Meet Leona Visper- Goodbye Lie Player

Set in 1882 in the city of Fernandina, Amelia Island, Florida

Leona Visper
Leona Visper - Now she is somebody everyone wants to meet. Why?  Because she is known worldwide as The Songbird of the North.  With her blond hair piled high, glistening eyes  and a figure she is not ashamed to show off, Miss Visper has a voice of silk, which can lure men into her devilment.  However, she wants no ordinary men for they do not satisfy her.  Her men must have mountains more money than that in her own swollen bank account plus they must be highly regarded in society.  
     Additionally,  Leona doesn't much like being compared to other women, especially if they are younger. Because of this, she has few female friends. 
     Her master plan is to permanently land the richest male she can. She prefers him unmarried, but only because there are less tedious complications with a bachelor.  If he is handsome, all the better.  And she doesn't care what she has to do to complete her mission ... 

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March 25, 2017

Family Affair

#The Goodbye Lie series
     I am quick to acknowledge I have many blessings in my life.  One is the support I receive from my family with regard to my writing. They read my rough drafts, manuscripts and finished stories, all the while making suggestions and asking questions. They tease me. They laugh and cry where I mean them to as they turn the pages. They tell their friends about the wonder of me, their oft times wacky relative who lives on Amelia Island in Florida. 
     A most meaningful gesture to me came from my little granddaughter, Ava.  One wonderful summer day at the beach, she told me to close my eyes.  I heard her playing in the sand and expected to spy a fine sandcastle.  Instead, when I was given permission to look, I discovered she had written out the title of my series for passersby to find until the tide washed it away. (See the photo above.) When it comes to toughing hearts, Ava is at the top of her game.              
                                                 - Jane Marie  

March 23, 2017

Grandmother Peeper's Wisdom-Goodbye Lie Diaries

Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida
late 1800s

"My ma always told me, if'n ya act like a skunk, the folks about town will smell yur stinky feet acomin' before they see ya." - Peeper, grandmother to the Dunnigan family, 
The Goodbye Lie series


P.S.  Just so we're clear, Peeper prefers being called Peeper versus Grandmother Peeper.  It's not because she's embarrassed by her advanced age, but because that is the nickname the Dunnigan children gave her when they were little.  However, I explained that the internet knows her as Grandmother Peeper, and suggested we may have to use the title occasionally.  With a sigh of understanding, she told me, "The more folks that find out about me and my ways 'round the world, the wiser the world will be."  Thank you, Peeper.                                         - Jane Marie