February 18, 2021

Another Peeperism - Fashion

Remember this and ya best be wise.
 A low cut blouse will oft call flies.           - Peeper

 







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Peeper**

Who is Peeper? 
    ** Mid 1880s - Peeper Clegg is the wise and beloved grandmother from  The Goodbye Lie romantic mystery/suspense series who knocked on the Dunnigan family front door one day when Mr. Michael was off to war.  There, in the tiny seaside town of Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida, she had heard his wife, Miss Ella, and little girls, Breelan and Carolena, could use help.  Pushing her way over the threshhold, once Peeper entered the home, she never left.  And everyone who knows this adopted grandmother loves her often outlandish personality, her always loving ways, her delicious forced feedings and her elixer-fixers. (That is everyone except Aunt Noreen, who lives next door, visits Dunnigan Manor far too often and raises a ruckus every time she appears.  Of course, Peeper relishes needling Aunt Noreena, as she calls her.) So, through the magic of electronics, a scattering of stardust and a fluttering of bluebird feathers, she and the others on Amelia Island can communicate from their time to ours and we can communicate back!      

* Photo courtesy of Pixabay.com - Thank you -jmm

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February 12, 2021

Valentine Chihuahua

 

Abby, our spokesdog and always willing model, is posing in her burgundy lace-trimmed daytime shirt meant for frolicking.
 She's all about the love.





Abby is enthusiastically modeling her formal Valentine gown.


๐Ÿ’– May sparkling hearts overflowing with love 
rain down on you forever! ๐Ÿ’–

February 3, 2021

Newspaper Heart Family Craft Plus Breelan and The Goodbye Lie Diaries

    
     What is spare time?  I hear there is such a thing, but I have none of it.  I like it that way.  If I'm not working on my next historical fiction novel, Amelia Island's Sand and Sin, in my Goodbye Lie series, writing this blog, walking the dog, growing tomatoes, cleaning, cooking, yada, yada, fill in the blanks, I am crafting.  I have been a crafter ever since I can remember.  One of my earliest memories is making an entire Christmas scene from colored construction paper and crayons and taping it to the metal sliding closet door in my baby brother's room.  Bobby didn't care.  Heck, he couldn't do much more than chew on his hand, and his door was a great place to showcase the entire tableau. From a sun, clouds and a brick house with a smoking chimney to pine trees, the Christmas star, Santa, a sleigh and that one reindeer with a red nose, it was a major undertaking!  Why not more reindeer?  My little scissor hand was worn out by this time.  I'm telling you all this only to prove I am a sincere, ever-loving crafter.  
     Well, I have discovered Barb from Georgia, creative and fun host of  The Shabby Tree online craft videos.  Her projects are usually simple, quick, and you use mostly hot glue, no need to bring out the sewing machine or even a needle and thread. Lots of supplies can be found at The Dollar Tree, too. This time, I made her woven newspaper heart.  And it turned out to be "stinkin' " cute.  That's what Barb always says. ๐Ÿ˜Š 
     Here is a link to her woven newspaper heart video instructions: The Shabby Tree newspaper heartshabbytree/videos/225610678962746 - This is perfect for Valentine's Day, week or month or, if you're like me, all year long.  I love hearts. Get it? love hearts?  I have them scattered all over the house.  Anyway, you can make these as a family craft using rolled newspaper to weave with another roll covering a wire to form the outside frame of the heart.  Secure with dab of hot glue, being careful of burns, of course. (Until recently, I always kept a glass of cool water nearby to dip my fingers in if I accidently touched any of the hot glue.  I discovered rubber finger tips, 3 for $1.00 at Dollar Tree!  They have already saved me from more scars and ouchies.)  You can keep the embellishments simple or fancy with lace, buttons and other bling.  Enjoy! - jmm  

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Goodbye Lie Diaries
(Through the magic of electronics, mental telepathy and a smidge of time travel, Jane Marie is able to communicate with her clan of characters from her  The Goodbye Lie series. The result is The Goodbye Lie Diaries, scattered throughout this blog.)

Late 1880s
Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida

Breelan Dunnigan writes: 
Breelan
Please thank your Barb from Georgia for the grand newspaper heart idea.  While I am unable to work this link you speak of, for I have no device to show such, I believe I can evaluate the method you have used from your photograph.  There are so many trinkets and fancies around here in sewing baskets and the like, I am anxious to decorate my heart and shant delay. Grandmother Peeper keeps a short stack of newspapers in which to wrap the nasty    scraps she can't feed the animals. Should the family need more newspaper, for the children will enjoy this, too, I can aquire some at the Florida Mirror office.  I will be going there later to turn in my copy about Mrs. Edenmyer. She mentioned to me yesterday how she cracked open a three-yolked duck egg whilst making an elderberry cake for the senior luncheon at the Presbyterian church.  If Major Fairbanks prints my article in the next issue of the paper, she'll be the talk of the town! I'm off with a smile inside me.   


January 26, 2021

Free Valentine Tree Plus Breelan and The Goodbye Lie Diaries


     I love to decorate at no cost by way of using items I already have.  So, if you possess a plant, no matter the size, that is screaming decorate me with valentines, well, do it.  Here is what I did:
     A living Norfolk pine, formerly decorated for Christmas, has delicate branches which are pretty, but not strong.  With that in mind, I wound a string of white lights up and down the trunk.  We had different diameter silver balls and I used them.  I love dried flowers, hence the purple statice, a few white roses and baby's breath. With pink, purple and white copy paper, I cut out valentines of variou shapes and sizes. The best part was adding the teddy bear. I covered the black plastic pot in a white tablecloth, securing it in the back with one of those black binder clips, pooling it artfully. ๐Ÿ˜ I made sure the cloth was away from the trunk in order to water the plant.  Finally, I added a couple of cherubs and a pretty heart shaped plate from my sister, Nancy Kamp, and there you have it.  It didn't cost a penny.
     The plan is to decorate this living tree for the different holidays. I can't wait! 



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The Goodbye Lie Diaries 
(Definded - Through the magic of electronics and a sprinkle of stardust, we are able to communicate with the Dunnigan family of The Goodbye Lie series, set in Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida in the late 1800s!  Scattered through this blog, you will discover a diary entry from Breelan, Peeper, Miss Ella, Pat ... and others who live inside the pages of my historcal romance/suspense/mystery novels. They offer their positive comments, well mostly positive, until Aunt Noreen pipes up.  Oops, that was less than gracious.  I confess I have been reprimanded for telling too much of their personal stories in the books.  I apologized, but then explained how their tales are so mesmerizing and entertaining, it would be a disservice not to share.  (Guilt often works well.) Grudgingly, I was forgiven.  It's nice to have the permission of the fictional characters about whom you are writing.    


Late 1800s
Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida

Breelan Dunnigan
Breelan writes:  Such a lovely idea, Jane Marie. We can decorate Miss Ella's parlor palm.  I'm sure my mother will allow us to do so.  She is all in when it comes to family activies.   The children can help with the paper valentines and make cookies to hang, enough for us all,  Aunt Noreen and Uncle Clabe, too.  We will just have to wait to add the cookies on Valentine's Day morning lest our father strips the palm of anything eatable within the first thrity minutes.  Oh, I know.  We can assign Grandmother Peeper to gurad duty. She may be advanced in years, but she can hear the ting of the metal cookie jar lid being raised from clear out in the barn, so she will catch her Mr. Michael quick enough.

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The Goodbye Lie series, set in the late 1800s, in Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida reveals the deeds and misdeeds of the Irish-American Dunnigan family. 
  

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January 15, 2021

Our Button

     15 years ago, on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving in November, at 8:30 p.m., I heard a teeny meow coming from beneath the old Peck High School here on Amelia Island in north Florida. I had just finished handbell practice there.  It was dark and, with a flashlight retrieved from my car, I couldn't see the cat. The only thing I knew to do was call our local  Cats Angels adoption organization. (I tried the fire department first, but they were busy fighting a fire.) I left a voice mail on Cats Angels answering machine. Remember, this was 15 years ago, and I spent a restless night, worrying about the kitty.  Next morning at 9 a.m., sharp, I got a call from Cats Angels.  Sad to say, I don't recall the name of the volunteer with claustrophobia who crawled under the high school building.  The result was an itty-bitty calico kitten whose right front paw had been caught in orange construction netting.  She filled the length of my hand as I examined her paw for injury.  Thrilled there was none, her eyes just barely opened for the first time, she looked up at me.  You know that old proverb about if you save a life, you're responsible for that life? Well, how could I not make her part of our family?  And so we did, naming her Button, as in cute as a button, because she was so small. I remember swaddling her in a washcloth to keep her warm and to cuddle her.   

Button 

Hide and Seek

my helper

Button's kitty-whickers were good luck! When I'd find one, I would tape it to a piece of paper and snail mail it to our daughter, Barbra, while she was in college. 
 You can't have enough good luck in college. 

The truth is we mostly called  her "Kitty" 
and that was the only name she recognized.
 
Who's there?

a portrait

I'm ready for my close-up.

Button's beautiful coat
 We had another calico named Pansy. (Calicos are usually female, as I understand it.)  Pansy had a leg injury.  The vet shaved around her injury and her skin was different colors like the pattern of her fur!!! 


     You know how cats like to get into boxes and game board lids, right?  Button had a favorite cardboard box with a thick towel folded inside for comfort which we kept up on the foyer counter.  She spent so much time in it, our family made up a four word song we entitled Cat in a Box.  To no particular melody, we just sing-song the words cat in a box and then repeat them for as long as we can stand it. Talk about your ear-worm!  Button ignored us anyway.  (I never thought to take a picture of her in her box, but this is the position in which she watched us.

     Well, little Button has left us for a better place. I'm sure one dear cat lover who recently arrived in Heaven, herself,  has lovingly welcomed our girl and they are best buds already.  We are thankful Button aka Kitty spent her life with us. 
                                               - the Malcolm Family

P. S.  I nearly forgot to share the time we evacuated our north Florida home for an approaching hurricane.  Button never liked to travel in her big carry cage.  Covering the cage with a towel so she couldn't see helped to keep her from yowling and she settled down for the three hour ride to a pet friendly hotel in Tallahassee.  We made the large bathroom a safe haven for her once out of the crate, her bed, food and litter box all at the ready. Leaving only a nightlight on in there to keep her calm, we left her sniffing her surroundings while we left the room to grab a quick lunch.  Upon our return, I peeked in the bathroom and the kitty was not there. Maybe she pushed the door open because it wasn't latched sufficiently or the housekeeper ignored our Do Not Disturb sign we hung on the exterior door knob and let her out. The housekeeper said she hadn't been in the room.  Searching, we called "kitty, kitty, kitty" and nothing. I looked under the bed because I heard animals can find or make hidey-holes on the underside of the mattress.  I checked the cupboards, the drawers, everything and everywhere.  Finally, I looked under the bathroom sink.  No way!  Did I mention the room had been recently renovated?  And the wall beneath the sink was left unfinished.  I called kitty, again, and heard her tiny meow.  It was coming from inside the wall, between the wooden studs!!! What to do? What to do?  What if she chewed on the wires in the wall?  Hubby Bruce said to relax. (Don't you just hate that when you want to semi-freakout?)  Button would come out when she was hungry.  You know, he was right. Six hours later, there she was, as if nothing had happened.  After dining and drinking, she settled herself inside the crate, not her cozy bed.  Go figure.  Kitties, gotta love them and we certainly do, don't we. 

January 8, 2021

A Victorian Vanity

     

















       Over the years, I have collected Victorian treasures. I thought my readers, who like such things, would enjoy seeing a few.  From a hairbrush and perfume bottles to a hat pin holder (item with the holes on top),  manual curling irons and a shoe button hook, I am inspired by their beauty, practicality and past. My historical romance stories are the result! 

The Goodbye Lie series, set in the late 1800s, in Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida reveals the deeds and misdeeds of the Irish-American Dunnigan family. 

January 1, 2021

Ready or Not

Yes, ready or not, 2021 is now upon us.  I will speak for everyone and say: Welcome!

Happy New Year!
                                                               And we have our Abby, Spokesdog for GraciousJaneMarie.com, proudly rockin' her new metallic-jacket look, whilst guarding her blue baby as they share a beam of sunlight whilst, again, sitting on her bestest blankey. 
She's ready for sure!

December 24, 2020

Our 2020 Annual Letter to All

      Once again, it's that time of year to greet you from sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy Fernandina Beach, Amelia Island, Florida. This is where we offer family highlights of the past year. May you find more pleasure than we did as you digest our happenings.  Here goes:









And that's our news. Anyway, have a wonderful  2021 and may it offer a few more delights to share.

Much love to the world,

Jane Marie 

P.S.  I almost forgot.  Mother cut Father's hair in the parking lot during an oil change and, one day, we all watched Father's toenails grow.

December 21, 2020

Hollywood Hearts: What Christmas Movie Does This Represent?



Spoiler Alert <----  You'll discover who the owner of the cane is if you click on the link to see the final scene in this fun and touching 1947 American classic, black and white, Christmas movie.  If you get the chance, watch it for the first time or revisit it.  Find it online to buy or rent and perhaps for free on Turner Classic Movies. 
 
Scroll down for the answer.

Merry Christmas from our home to yours!

P.S. Tie a festive bow on a cane in your house and ask folks if they know its connection to Christmas. ๐ŸŽ„












ANSWER:
 "Miracle on 34th Street"

December 18, 2020

Goodbye Lie's Sugar and Spice Nuts Recipe

      Make your own Sugar & Spice Nuts which are featured in e-book or paperback version of The Goodbye Lie, set on Amelia Island, Florida in 1882 - where Little House on the Prairie meets Gone With The Wind

Turn to page 158 of this romantic period suspense novel to read about the Fort Clinch Dance where these delights are served.  Festive, they make any occasion even more special. 

You'll need:

12 ounces whole pecans (almonds or unsalted walnuts will work, too)

2 cup sugar

1 cup water

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/2 teaspoon nutmeg

grated rind of two oranges

pinch of cloves

Mix all the ingredients in a heavy skillet.  Simmer over medium-high heat.  Stir constantly for 5 minutes or until the water evaporates.  Pour the nuts onto 2 cookie sheets treated with non-stick spray.  With a fork, separate them quickly and let cool.  Sugared nuts may be stored in an airtight container in the refrigerator or freezer or kept at room temperature about 2 weeks. Odds are they won't last long!


Merry Christmas from the Critter Crew 
and 
Jane Marie

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December 13, 2020

Timeless Snowman Craft Plus The Goodbye Lie Diaries - Breelan and Nora

Present Day
Fernandina Beach on Amelia Island, Florida

    Meet my  Snowman.  He's a happy fellow I created years ago.  He decided to resurface in the attic and so I thought I'd share him with you.  Easy to create, he would be flattered if you made a replica of him. When you do, please share a photo of your snowman so we can all see his new relatives!:

You'll Need:

8 1/2 inch Hurricane Glass (available at craft and hardware stores or online)

Alcohol to clean any oils off the hurricane glass so the paint will adhere

White spray or liquid paint meant for glass (read the label to be sure)

Colorful sock for hat

Pompom and Christmas trim for the hat

Black paint

Orange paint

Light blue paint for snowflake decoration

Small paint brush

Pencil for decorative snowflake dots

     Wipe the hurricane glass down with alcohol.  Let dry.  Outdoors or in a ventilated area, cover the outside of the hurricane glass with white spray paint or use a paint brush. (Oh, try painting the inside of the glass white, but decorate the outside with the face.  It might end up adding visual depth.) Paint the face as pictured or your own version. Make the mouth with the eraser end of a pencil dipped in black paint.  If you don't reload the pencil eraser with paint, as you dab on the glass, the dots will diminish in size! (Practice on a scrap of paper first.)  Using the tiny end of a paintbrush or some other small dully pointed object, dip it in the light blue paint and dab on the the snowflakes. When dry, top with a sock, adding the trim with hot glue.   

Merry Christmas!

P.S. Do not put a burning candle inside.  A battery powered flickering candle would be pretty and you can also set your Snowman on a decorative plate.  He or she, if yours is a girl, will like that.

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The Goodbye Lie Diaries

Late 1800s

Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida 

Breelan Dunnigan and Nora  discuss Jane Marie's Snowman while looking for shark teeth on the beach:

Breelan Dunnigan

Breelan: Have you heard about Jane Marie making a snowman out of one of those glass hurricane  globes?

Nora: No, I haven't.  It sounds lovely.

Breelan:  I don't believe I would use the word lovely.  It's more ... ah ... whimsical.

Nora:  Oh, I like that better.  The only reason I said lovely is because mother is constantly trying to get me to talk more formal-like.  Her latest obsession, you know.

Breelan: Well then, when you're around her, describe everything as superb, delightful, excellent, magnificent, exceptional, admirable ... Oh, say sterling, too.  A week of highfalutin talk like that  and even Aunt Noreena, oh, sorry, that's what Peeper calls your mother as you know, well, even Aunt Noreen will feel the strain of the pretense and go back to normal talk.

Nora Duffy

Nora: That's an outstanding observance, my esteemed cousin.  I shall endeavor to do preciesely as you advocate.  

Breelan:  You are so silly, Nora.

Nora:  Yes, I am, Bree.  That's why you like me so much. Now tell me about this glass snowman.

After explaining the process, Breelan said, "We have so many old oil lamps in the barn, no one will miss them.  We can make early Christmas presents for our mothers and a few for our daddies' offices and one for the little house for Peeper.   You know how much she treasures any handmade anything from her grands.

Nora: She still has the pot holder or what's left of it I wove when I was seven, the one with the charred corner where it fell on the stove and caught fire.  

Breelan: That's our Peeper. Everyone loves Peep because she loves everyone.

Nora: Almost.  Then there's my mother...


 Read all about the lives and passionate loves of the Dunnigan men and women of Amelia Island's Goodbye Lie series.  Their deeds and misdeeds will sometimes surprise you, shock you,  and bring you to laughter and tears, just like real life.

E-books and Paperbacks available here:

                          Amelia Island's Goodbye Lie series


 

November 28, 2020

Apple Butter Smoothie Discovery Plus A Goodbye Lie Excerpt and Recipe with Miss Ella

 There I was, in search of fruit of some sort for a smoothie. All I had on hand was one still to be ripened banana.  Hmm.  Perhaps applesauce?  That might work. Then I thought, how about grape jelly?  There's fruit in jelly, right?  Alas, there was no grape or strawberry or raspberry jelly or jam in the fridge.  My husband, Brucie, has a habit of polishing off household foodstuffs and neglecting to add those items to the shopping list for replacement.  Grrrrr.  I digress. So, along those lines,  I saw the brand new jar of apple butter in the cupboard.  Why not?  Let me tell you, it was very good!  Here is a list of estimated amounts of the ingredients I used.  You'll have to make yours to taste, but do give it a try.

JMM's Apple Butter Smoothie  

3/4 cup of non-fat plain yogurt

4 heaping teaspoons of your favorite brand of apple butter

1/2 cup no fat milk

1/2 a tray of ice cubes

Blend and enjoy any time of the year.

Enjoy! - Jane Marie

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Excerpt from Goodbye Lie concerning Apple Butter:

     Turning to leave the barn Miss Ella asked, "How did you happen to come home so early today? It's just now five o'clock. Are things going well in the world of architecture?" Michael knows supper is always served at six, she thought, unless there's a potluck meal at church or some other social event. Then again, it could be his already bulging belly demands an earlier feeding. 
     "What's the use of being the boss, if I can't play a little hooky with my baby here?" His tone was short. This was certainly one of his hungry moods coming on.   
     "I'll see if I can't hurry up your dinner, Michael."
     "What? You mean it'll be a while?"
   "Yes, darling," she responded in as sarcastic a voice as his question deserved. "If you'd listen to your wife occasionally, you'd hear her say she has a few things to do besides following the timetable of her husband's stomach."
     He reacted with a snort.
    "Today, as substitute choir mistress, I was called upon to make last minute changes in this Sunday's schedule of hymns because Miss Bayer is out of town visiting her grandfather and Mrs. Lingenfelter is having her baby."
     Her husband grumbled in disgust. Unable to stay cross with him for long, she offered, "If you'll give me ten minutes, I'll pull some cornbread from the oven and slather it with apple butter for you to nibble on. That should tide you over for a bit until I'm sure the soup is done."
     "You know how I hate it if the beans are the least bit hard," he cautioned.
     "We only hate the devil," Marie announced.
    "Yes, baby girl. That's right. See there, Michael. It's true what they say about little pitchers having big ears and our little pitcher hears everything. Don't think she doesn't."
    Michael replaced his grimace with a smile and kissed his youngest child on the cheek.
MISS ELLA
     Miss Ella shook her head at her sometimes moody, but very wonderful husband, thinking how lucky she was to have him. Back inside the aromatic kitchen, she checked the steeping jelly kettle of peaches, stirred the pot of salt pork and bean soup, and cleared a spot for the hot cornbread among the fresh radishes and onions. It had been such a peaceful afternoon. Too peaceful, she realized. 
     Where was Jack Patrick? Her only son, age eight, was usually so noisy she knew his whereabouts every minute. She left the kitchen, went down the long hall past the stairs, and entered the front parlor to find her mother, Hettie Eckert, known to all as Grammy. Grammy was swaying in her rocker, intently working on a braided rag rug, and there was Jack Patrick, sneaking up from behind, scissors in hand, about to cut the soft wild-hair wispies from his sainted grandmother's head! 
     "Jack Patrick!" yelped his mother. 
     Calmly placing the shears back in the sewing basket, he stated, "Mama, I hope lightning flies through the window and kills the cat. I'm innocent!" 
     She knew exactly how innocent he was. She allowed the boy to dash out the front door before he caught her laughing.

***
*Miss Ella's Apple Butter Recipe
You'll need:
  • 4 cups unsweetened applesauce (made from cored apples that have been slowly cooked to reduce them to pulp or purchased applesauce)
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 2 teaspoons cinnamon
  • Nutmeg to taste (use sparingly)
  • Cloves to taste (use sparingly)                                                   
Combine the ingredients and bring them to a boil.
Reduce the heat and simmer for 1 hour, stirring occasionally.  
Spice to taste.
Serve on warm cornbread, muffies or bread.
Makes five cups.



*Miss Ella is the matriarch of the Dunnigan family. Loving, intelligent and married to Michael, she is the mother of four and known for her cooking, roses and general kindness toward everyone. 

November 6, 2020

Toss or Treasure It? plus Goodbye Lie Diaries - Miss Ella


     There are two kinds of folks. Those who look at the roses pictured above and say something like, "Why do you keep those old dead flowers?"  Then there are those, like me, who say something like, "I adore dried flowers.  Their muted shadow of what once was brilliant color can't dim the memories they hold."  What do you see?  Dead or dried flowers?  Trash or wonder at the beautiful sentiment they represent? - jmm


The Goodbye Lie Diaries - Miss Ella Dunnigan

   (*Miss Ella is the beloved matriarch of the Dunnigans in the historical romance/suspense Goodbye Lie series set on Amelia Island, Florida.  Wise, patient, kind and a wonderful cook, she leads her bunch, including her husband, Michael, toward and to the real treasures of life, family.) 


Buy e-books or paperbacks from The Goodbye Lie series here

 
*Miss Ella
Circa late 1800s
Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida

Miss Ella writes:
     Dear Jane Marie,
        Being a rosarian, I agree when you say roses or any flower for that matter, in a dried state, evoke sweet memories.  There is many a book in which I have pressed my flowers. With the art of living occupying my time, I readily admit to a gentle thrill upon discovering a dried blossom between the pages of a beloved novel or book of verse. It is then I visit the memory the faded bloom evokes. Such a sweet blessing this is.
                                                           With regards of great warmth,
                                                                                  Ella

      

October 21, 2020

Easy Halloween Costume!

Boo!  

I found this picture amongst the rubble of files in my laptop.  I'd forgotten about it.  We all dressed as scarecrows once upon a time when I held the monthly Bunko party at my house.   

Easy costume  to make!

Find a plaid or stripped shirt of some sort.  The one I'm wearing I found in the back of my hubby's closet.  A flannel shirt would work well, too.  I tied a multi-colored raffia bow at the neck.  Add jeans or bib overalls.  Tie a rope around your waist.  Decorate a straw hat with artificial flowers, birds, fruits or veggies or the real thing if you have them.  If you have tan raffia, you can hang it from under the hat to look like hair.  One of the other ladies did this and it was very cute.  I wore my hair in pigtails and added burgundy wire ribbon to each to make big bows.  Then I put on some bright lipstick and, using brown eyeliner, I outlined my mouth. A few more strokes and you can see the stitching onto my cheeks and around my eyes.  Such fun, it didn't cost me any money because I had everything around the house.  This costume works for every member of the family, too! 

 Happy Halloween!    - jmm

 

October 16, 2020

Rodent Ready


      Another find!: Twitter.com, November 25, 2019, Brian Roemmele@BrianRoemmele - In Brian's tweet, I read the margin line on notebook paper was originally put there to give rodents (a problem back when) a place to gnaw.  If the author kept his or her cursive within the center of the paper, leaving this wide margin, the hope was the rats would stay on their side of the line and not chew into the handwritten material. Thank you, Brian.  These are the things that happily clog my mind!  -jmm

P.S. Photo curtsey of Bob Harkins, proud owner of the pictured rodents from A Bag of Rats given to him by his niece, Ava. Thank you, Bob and Ava.  I can't present such wonderment to the world without you! ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—

October 7, 2020

Late Afternoon on Amelia Island - Goodbye Lie Diaries - Carolena


This is where we live and The Goodbye Lie series is set, sans the modern boardwalk. 
 I took the picture from that beachside boardwalk. Generations of fictional and nonfictional folk 
have been blessed to see similar views. 
 Can't get much prettier than this!

***
Carolena Dunnigan
Goodbye Lie Diaries
Entry by Carolena Dunnigan 
 
 Late 1800s
 Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida

     Carolena writes: My stars, but that is a beautiful picture, Jane Marie. Oh, to have the ability to catch moments of time as you do with your camera. I am trying to talk our father, Michael, into buying one of those new Kodak box-looking cameras I saw in our Florida Mirror newspaper. I am sure we would all willingly gather to have our pictures made.  To our mother's chagrin, Daddy rarely says no to his children's wants.  I have only begun persuading him.  Poor darling. I can be a dog with a bone when I want something, now can't I?


Carolena Dunnigan is the featured player in
 Amelia Island's Velvet Undertow, set in 1889 Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida.  Judgemental, with a quick temper, she is the interior designer for yachts and ships in the family's Aqua Verde Passenger Line.  Commissioned to build a yacht for a world famous conductor, Paulo Alontti, deceit reigns, taking the family into the horrors of the great Johnstown, Pennsylvania flood.  One reader wrote: I can smell the flood waters! This is all part of Jane Marie Malcolm's Goodbye Lie historical mystery/romance series.