Being a "Windie" from way back, I usually watch Gone With The Wind just about every time it is on Turner Classic Movies. Thank you, TCM! Since I know the dialogue, I focus on the details including the backgrounds, the sets, the hair styles, the architecture, the costuming, etc., basically everything. This time, for the first time, I noticed there are holes in Aunt Pittypat's black parasol as she's escaping the Yankees in her carriage!!! Since I DVRed the movie, I was able to pause it and then took a shot of the scene with my cell phone. (Notice at the top of the picture is the pink and white glass piece I made many moons ago in my stained glass phase. This is proof of my in home discovery!) While the designers planned her parasol to look worn and weary, Aunt Pitty Pat is so enthusiastic in her fright, my eyes have always fallen on her performance until now. What a fun find for a Windie! It is all about those details, details, details!
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A Father Remembered
photo by Bob Harkins |
Happy Father's Day All
June 11, 2019
Our Version of Jack in the Box
Lucky us at Gracious Jane Marie! You never know when a dog head will appear, so we like to call this week's version Abs in the Sleeve. Here we have Abby Lou in the cuff of a sweatshirt sleeve, which is part of a pile of clean laundry needing to be folded.
P.S. Abby, our spokesdog for this blog, is pulling double duty as Director of Security for our Goodbye Lie historical romance series. Since the former director, our bird named Bird, is now flying with the angels after 20-plus years on earth, the Abster is our overly zealous protector. Her big dog mouth filled with incessant barking at the first rustle of a leaf, squeak of a door or gate hinge or the dreaded, on our part, ringing of the doorbell, is enough to drive away bad guys, plus reduce every ones ability to hear.
P.S. Abby, our spokesdog for this blog, is pulling double duty as Director of Security for our Goodbye Lie historical romance series. Since the former director, our bird named Bird, is now flying with the angels after 20-plus years on earth, the Abster is our overly zealous protector. Her big dog mouth filled with incessant barking at the first rustle of a leaf, squeak of a door or gate hinge or the dreaded, on our part, ringing of the doorbell, is enough to drive away bad guys, plus reduce every ones ability to hear.
June 4, 2019
Original Manuscript Unearthed
Whilst organizing (?) the office, I came across the original handwritten pages of The Goodbye Lie, the first novel in my historical romance series. It made me smile to see where I had written Chapter 1, page 1. But then, what else would I have put to identify this effort?
The gist of the opening scene is basically the same as the published version, yet many of the words are not. I have typed, here, the the first handwritten page as shown in the photo as well as the final, published first page, for comparison.
For me, it's fun to see how the story evolved. Hope you find it interesting, too.
Original Handwritten Manuscript -
Chapter 1, Page 1:
She had been looking down as the ground slid past, the pebbles in the road a soft blur. She was thinking hard aboutall she had to do in the next. her battle plan. So much to do in the days forthcoming. Thinking about ... Noir screamed. So piercing was it, that it shocked her into nearly falling off out of the saddle. His sleek black coat was instantly covered in a fine mist of fear. She heard it first coming from the right - Her head snapped up and turned seeing the fast approaching slate grey grey/black inverted tower. It bobbed and weaved its way forward as if it were a child skipping a madly twirling rope. "Dear God protect us," Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love entrust me here. Ever this day" but she couldn't finish the prayer the nuns had taught her as a girl. Her thoughts froze in her mind chilled with from the horror and the sound of the app nearing tor cyclone. The wild wind beat her as she automatically clung to Noir's mane for a life line,. This time the wild wind [illegible] and battered them with [illegible].Noir was uncontrolable with his fear, altho she didn't know what to do if she did have power over him. Through all the fury and fear she willed herself to pray for a peaceful end for them both. "Dear God, please" ... Then it was over, as she was struck from behind and thrown to the ground, crushed. under
Published Manuscript
The gist of the opening scene is basically the same as the published version, yet many of the words are not. I have typed, here, the the first handwritten page as shown in the photo as well as the final, published first page, for comparison.
For me, it's fun to see how the story evolved. Hope you find it interesting, too.
Original Handwritten Manuscript -
Chapter 1, Page 1:
She had been looking down as the ground slid past, the pebbles in the road a soft blur. She was thinking hard about
Published Manuscript
1882 Sultry Summer on Amelia
Island , Florida
Chapter 1
The
girl's body flew through the air.
Moments
earlier, she’d been riding her black stallion down the beach. Conscious only of
thoughts of her job at the local newspaper, the girl languishing on her horse's
back gave no response to the urgent cry, "This way! Ride this way!"
Nor did she hear the distant shouts, sharp whistle or even the pop of gunfire
that followed - though her animal perked his ears at the faint warning.
When the growl of her own hunger invaded
her contemplation, the girl realized the hour had grown late. More importantly,
the wind was beginning to swirl. She was alert now to her surroundings and
noticed the sea birds struggling against invisible air currents. She listened
hard for the usual humming of native insects as strands of her hair tangled in
the blustery breeze, but all she heard was the ever-increasing whine of wind
and pounding surf. Overhead, low-running clouds in a queer yellow domed sky
shrouded a heavy sun dropping in the west.
Noir's unexpected whinny stunned her, and
she nearly toppled from the saddle. He reared up, forelegs scraping the air as
he sought imaginary rescue. His sleek black hide glistened and the ebony animal
bolted forward, taking his mistress with him. The horse was uncontrollable with
fear and the girl could smell his terror despite the churn of the atmosphere.
As his eyes ballooned with dread and frothy panic dripped from his mouth, his
rider called to him, "What’s the matter, boy? You should be used to a
little wind and rain. It's Florida ,
after all." She patted his powerful neck in useless reassurance only to be
interrupted by a thunderous roar of nature's authority.
Then the girl's head snapped to the right
as her eyes took in the ghastly sight of three white waterspouts sprinting just
above the ocean’s boiling surface. Lightning charged the sky as pricking
needles of rain began drilling the rough sea. The girl rallied all her
strength. Winding the reins around her gloved hands, she held tight, flattening
herself along Noir's length as he galloped full-fury, trying to out distance
death. She refused to look again at the monstrous funnels gaining on them. She
knew their purpose - to take them as partners in a heinous pirouette of
extinction.
The girl gamely chose to spend her last
breath in prayer, "Dear Lord, please ..."
Then everything stilled as she was struck
from behind and cast to the ground.
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