April 27, 2013

Goodbye Lie Trivia

What stuffed critter makes a cameo appearance in each of the Goodbye Lie series books? You guessed it.  It's Martha Bear!

Read Martha Bear's free family-friendly short stories at www.MarthaBear.com and watch our Captain Fancy Patch read a bedtime story at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owujwL7dEng.

Martha Bear in her courtyard flower garden at Stately Martha Manor
 with Airborne, her grasshopper companion, on her shoulder


PS- Notice Martha Bear has no eyes.  That's okay because she "sees with her heart!"  Ahhhh...

April 24, 2013

Penny's Pineapple Bake

A friend from Bunko gave me this recipe. The sweet pineapple and  cheddar cheese make for a great side dish.  Thank you, Penny.  Enjoy!
 
Penny's Pineapple Bake
You'll need:
 
2 cups pineapple chunks (reserve juice)
2 cups grated cheddar cheese (2% sharp lite optional)
 
Combine:
6 Tbsp. pineapple juice
5 Tbsp. all purpose flour
1 cup sugar
 
Mix together all of the above in a 9" by 13" baking dish.
 
Topping:
1/2 cup melted butter
1 sleeve of Ritz crackers (crushed)
Sprinkle topping mix over mixture
 
Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.
Serve warm.

April 22, 2013

Goodbye Lie Diaries - Peeper vs Aunt Noreen

Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida
1880s

Grandmother Peeper
Peeper writes:  Do ya  got a problem with them pesky crickets a chirpin' and keepin' ya up most a the night?  Take a banana peel or two, chop  'um up and scatter 'um outside near the doors and winders. Don't know if them crickets is quiet cause they're eatin' the peels or cause they don't like the smell.  Now, I ain't never tried this myself.   Ifn it don't work, blame Aunt Noreen!







Aunt Noreen
Aunt Noreen writes:  Peeper Clegg!  How dare you go telling Jane Marie's friends I peel bananas to feed crickets! You have your stories mixed up, again.  Mrs. Ickles  is the one who feeds the crickets. Everybody knows I can't endure the feel of banana peels on my fingers.  My Clabe peels and slices my bananas for me to eat only, because he adores me so.  Besides, cotton in my ears works just as well at blocking out pesky cricket noises and bothersome old pickle-plumpers like you!  Don't be using my name again unless it is in an honorable way.  





Peeper writes:  All I know is that you're the craziest old chicken I ever seen.  I cain't understand how you're aunt to my Breelan and Carolena and Marie and Jack Patrick. Theys all got sense.  Somebody must a banged your head on the door jam when you was a baby, is what I say.



***Peeper and Aunt Noreen and all mentioned in the above diary entry are neighbors in Jane Marie Malcolm's The Goodbye Lie historical suspense novels set on Amelia Island. 

April 14, 2013

Save That Receipt!

My husband, Bruce (B) recently returned—No wait, recently TRIED to return a pair of slippers that didn't fit him.  The conversation with the store clerk (C) follows:

B- "I'd like to return this pair of slippers I paid $24.95 for."
C- "Certainly, sir.  Have you worn them?"

B- "No.  Well, only so much as to walk from the back of our house to the front.  We have a very small house."

C- "Do you have the receipt?"

B- "No, ma'am. I never expected them to be uncomfortable so I don't know what I did with it."

C- "Do you have the box they came in?"

B- "No, again. Same answer.  I didn't think I would need it."

C- "Well, I don't recognize that plaid insole, so are you sure you got them here?"

B- "Yes, I'm sure.  Is there anywhere else in town that sells this brand?" (Remember we live on a tiny island with few stores.)

C- "No, I believe we're the only place."

B- He looked at her.

C- "Let me see if I can find a stock number on them somewhere." (She did.)  "Okay. Do you have your credit card which you charged them on?"

B- "Here you go."
C- After running it through the cash register/computer,  "I'm afraid I don't see a charge for  them on your card."

B- Knowing that particular credit card had to be the one he used since that is the only one he carries, he asked, "So now what?"

C- "Well, let me see."  She pushed buttons and more buttons, saying between button pushing, "Since there is no receipt and no box, we will have to charge you for the missing box."  After still more button pushing, "Yes.  I can give you a refund of 85 cents."

B- "85 cents?"

C- "Yes, sir."
B-"Give them back to me.  I'll run over them with the lawn mower.  The entertainment factor is worth more than 85 cents."

C- Unsmiling, "Very well, sir."
B- As he went to leave, he said, "Hey, if you've got anymore of those 85 cent slippers around, I want 'um all.  I'll sell them on the street corner and make a killing!"

April 7, 2013

Interviewed by Janet Smith

                                                                                                      
Janet Smith is working on a degree in nursing  and asked to interview me for an English class. I was flattered and, with her permission, I printed her piece which got her an A!
                                                                             
Gracious Jane Marie 
                                                                               
         I was standing in a driveway in Fernandina Beach, Florida.  In front of me was a quaint yellow single-story cottage.  The author of the historical Amelia Island’s Goodbye Lie Trilogy, Jane Marie Malcolm, resides here.  If I had any questions about being at the right place, the sign on the house, Stately Malcolm Manor, answered them for me.  I was reminded of the old southern mansions that had names attached to them like Twelve Oaks from Gone With the Wind.

          White flowering bushes greeted me on the right.  The scent of those blossoms made me want to stop and smell them, but I continued to the front door, which was opened  and seemed to be saying, “Welcome.  Come inside.” 

          Jane Marie greeted me with a smile and, with genuine hospitality, showed me to my chair in the dining room.  While she got our cold beverages, I took the time to appreciate the beautiful décor of her home.  It is said your residence is a reflection of you, and I would say Jane Marie’s house certainly represents her personality.  I felt as if I had been transported back in time, to an era of romance and grace.  Throughout the house, I could see items that showcased her artistic abilities.  On the dining table was an ordinary red brick, and on top of it stood a clay high heeled shoe covered in green vines and leaves.  A whimsical head with leaf-like wings adorned the apex of the heel.  “What do you think?”  Jane Marie asked.

          “I love it!”  I replied.  “It’s like angels are walking with us.”  Jane Marie said she wanted to use my words as a title for her piece.  I felt honored.

          Jane Marie or "Gracious Jane Marie," as her fans call her, is the very essence of grace mixed with wit and a sunny disposition.  She is soft spoken as a real genteel woman would be.  Her long hair gives her the appearance of someone who belongs back in the time of her writings.  She makes you feel what you have to say is important, and when she laughs, it is contagious.  You can’t help but laugh, too.

          When I asked her the date of her birth, she giggled and said, “In the twentieth century.”  Even though she refused to tell me, Jane Marie pointed out her framed birth certificate hanging in the kitchen.  On the aging paper was the month, day and year.  I decided to keep her secret to myself.  Like the mother from Pennsylvania in her first novel, The Goodbye Lie, Jane Marie was born in Erie.  This is just one of the ways Jane Marie mirrors her life with her stories.

          Jane Marie is married to Bruce Malcolm, former mayor of Fernandina Beach.  She spoke of the interesting and funny things he has said, and has created a journal that includes many of his best gems.  She calls it The Wit and Hillbilly Wisdom of Bruce Malcolm.  It shows that Jane Marie is deeply in love with her husband.    “I believe in love at first sight,” Jane Marie said, “because it happened to me.” 

          Jane Marie didn’t become a writer until the age of forty.  It all started when her family was getting ready to move away from Fernandina Beach.  She wanted to remember the little town she loved and combine the history of Fernandina Beach with her love of romance.  Just before they left, Jane was working in a quiet shop in Victorian downtown Fernandina.  With no one in the store, she was about to “put pencil to paper” and begin her first book.  Just then, a man in his forties, who looked to be in his seventies because of his weathered face, walked through the door.  He wore a yellow rain slicker and had curly auburn hair that women would kill for.  He was a shrimper just off his boat, selling his wares.  He became her first character and she named him Catfish.

          Her original idea was to give The Goodbye Lie to her daughter for her hope chest and, thereby, pass it along to her grandchildren.  Needing to find out what happened to the other characters in the novel, Jane Marie continued her work in three more books.   

          As the interview continued, an old grandfather clock chimed the eighth hour in the background, and once again I was taken back in time.  Jane Marie’s favorite era is the 1880s.  She used this period in history as the setting for her books.  Her characters are created, in part, from people she knows, plus colorful life experiences and surroundings.  She used her own family structure as a model for her books.  She incorporates items that show her artistic abilities into her writings, such as her Secret Pebbles©.  These are hand painted glass stones, decorated with roses, hearts, crosses and/or Christmas trees and come with special verses for different occasions.

          If Jane Marie couldn’t write for a living, her choice of job would be costume designer.  Again, the 1800s would be her preference because the women’s clothing, in her words, “Had a lot of frou-frou.  The more the better!”  I could picture her dressing that way today if she could get away with it.

          On the back of her second book, Amelia Island’s Velvet Undertow, there is a comment by a fan who says, “Where Little House on the Prairie meets Gone With The Wind …”  This is a great compliment because Jane Marie loves Gone With The Wind and considers herself a Windy, meaning a big-time fan.  When I asked her who her favorite author was, I was not surprised to hear her say Margaret Mitchell, the author of Gone With The Wind.

           Jane Marie is known for coming up with her own words, and her favorite right now is "rutstucker."  I was laughing at this strange word when she said, “Make sure you write the meaning down so you won’t forget.”  A rutstucker is someone who is stuck in a rut.  I hope Jane comes out with her own dictionary soon.

          You can get to know more about Jane Marie Malcolm by visiting her website and blog at www.GraciousJaneMarie.com.   Here, she writes about the heart, home, roses, recipes and romance.  Her second website, www.MarthaBear.com, features her free and silly online children’s stories meant to encourage family reading.

           Jane Marie’s books are comprised of romance, family and history.  Getting a glimpse into her home and personality, I can see how much her real life and published life are intertwined.  She breathes and lives romance. 

          The chapter of my time with Jane Marie was over, so we walked outside together and said our goodbyes.  Before I entered my modern carriage, I could hear the ocean behind me.  Glancing back at Stately Malcolm Manor, I remembered what Jane Marie said when I asked her for one last thought.  “I believe in happy endings.”  That said it all.

April 3, 2013

Naturally Amelia

Contributing photographer, Kirby Hobby, shot this photo on Amelia Island.
The little fella in the water oak below scored in the house department. Great picture!
Thank you, Kirby. 
 

April 1, 2013

Year of Lving Graciously - April

Face Fancy - If you've misplaced your eye liner, carefully line under lower lashes with tip of mascara wand.  It works. 

March 31, 2013

He Is Risen!

HE IS RISEN.
 
HE IS RISEN INDEED!
 
HALLELUJAH!

Each year I put out my wooden cross during Lent. 
 On Easter morning, I add flowers from my yard to make it into a Living Cross!

Living Cross

 Bluebells grow wild in Ireland according to Next-Door Maggie

HAPPY EASTER!
 
 

March 26, 2013

Phantom of the Opera Party

My friend, Bonnie Shivley, of Missouri, is a contributing editor to www.GraciousJaneMarie.com. She recently threw a fabulous Phantom of the Opera theme party for her friends. I got the invitation but was unable to attend, so I missed a wonderful evening. Here is how she did it.
Bonnie writes:
There was snow and ice that night and only seven of my original fourteen guests were able to make it. I knew each of these women has had things particularly hard lately, and my goal was an evening to forget about our troubles and get lost in romance and feminine kinship. I am happy to report, I have achieved this. Sometimes we get so caught up in our stresses for so long, we forget how important it is to let go and have a little simple fun.  The Bible says that laughter is the best medicine.
I went for a pajama party instead of period costumes. One reason was I knew more than half of my guests do not possess costumes, homemade or otherwise. I didn’t want them to have to spend money to attend my party. Also, we were, after all, just lounging around the living room watching a movie. I wanted all to feel completely comfortable and relaxed. Thirdly, it helped to stress this was a GIRLS' NIGHT only. No guys were allowed to spoil the mood. Guys just don't "get it." As it turned out, only a few of us actually wore jammies. It was so cold, some were afraid if they had an accident on the icy roads... Well, they didn't want to be stranded in pajamas in the bitter cold. Can't say I blame them one bit! After I passed around pillows and cuddly blankies, we were all pretty comfortable, whether in jammies or jeans.
dim lighting during viewing adds to the romance

I wish I knew how to explain the feelings that night. We experienced everything from awe and wonder, to tears and to laughter. Comments after viewing the movie, Phantom of the Opera, starring Gerard Butler, ranged from sophisticated to panting over the two male leads. There were giggles and sighs, and I tried to fill in info the movie leaves out, but the original book by Gaston Leroux explains. I got a lot of, "Oh, I’ve always wondered about that!" from the gals who have seen it before, and a lot of questions from the gals who haven't. I encouraged them all to read the novel then watch the movie again. You get so much more out of it that way. Also, every time I watch it, I discover something new.

I wanted to show the girls what a "theme" party is supposed to be and that even the food can follow a theme. I think they all thought I was being a bit eccentric, until they got here and saw the results. The ambiance was truly magical, as I watched the faces, ages 16 to 70, as well as a 7 and a 10-year-old, take in the wonder around them. We all had a common bond that night, so you would never know there were any age differences at all.

My granddaughter and great niece really got into the spirit of the evening. I gave them long white gloves, fans and masquerade masks, and they dug through the dress-up box to find some old prom dresses which completed their costumes for the evening.
dress-up
The Mood:
I wanted a dramatic mood for the evening. To that end, I placed dark red roses against black table coverings. A single rose with a ring tied to the stem by black ribbon, just like the rose the phantom left on Christine's headstone was placed here and there and seemed better than overdoing it with too many. But then, in out-of-the-way areas, I overflowed vases with roses to mimic the flowers showered upon the performers in the opera. Crystal serving dishes and candle holders against the black and silver tulle fabric lent the contrast necessary to create a feeling of drama. I created a secondary mood of romance with dimmed lighting and candle light. The house lights never came up until the movie ended and we were ready to hold the drawing for the prizes. The hushed mood of wonder was broken and changed immediately to one of partying and loud chattering and laughter. I owe much of this to my daughter, Jessi, who has theater experience and was able to coach me on how to capture my guests' imaginations and create the atmosphere I wanted.
a single rose on black and silver
a gathering of roses
                                                              
The Decorations:
The black ribbon was on sale at Wal-Mart. The popcorn box and the costume engagement ring were also on sale at Party Outlet. Fans came from Oriental Trading Company, on sale, with free shipping. All candles, candle holders, glitter and glitter garlands were purchased at the Dollar Store, as well as the mirrors under them. The masks and gloves were deeply discounted after Halloween. The pearls are from my own jewelry box, so cost is zero. The table cloth is black plastic from Party Outlet. It’s reusable, as is the tulle covering, which was purchased on sale at Hobby Lobby. The black and red cloth coverings for the entertainment center, end tables, and gift bar are pieces of cloth I already had. I recycle all that I possibly can. The serving dishes on the table that look like fancy crystal and silverware are really just disposable plastic from the Dollar Store and grocery store, respectively. They are heavy enough that I will use them again. It's amazing the great prices you can get when you know exactly what you are looking for, and hold out for after-holiday-sales. If you plan your theme party months in advance, you can take advantage of so many great opportunities! I could have made some of these things by hand, like the fans and masks, but at the prices I found, it was not only easier, but more cost efficient to buy them.
mask, cucumbers and olives
candles on mirrors, roses and more roses

white gloves, pearls, fans, sparkle

mask, candles, silver napkins and silverware
The Gift Bar:
Each guest went home with a movie theater gift bag full of goodies, a long stemmed rose with the ring tied to the stem with black ribbon, and a hand held fan. All the goodies were trinkets bought at the dollar store, or on sale at the local Walgreens. I tried to stay with the theme of love when purchasing the trinkets. All gift roses were purchased on sale from the local Mays Drug after Valentine Day. All other roses were purchased in bunches at the dollar store. The two little girls each received a larger popcorn bag filled with love themed and/or dress-up themed items.
fans, champagne glasses, popcorn boxes on red with silver dazzle

I also held a drawing after the movie. Each adult guest had written her name on the back of a ticket. I printed my own tickets using clip art on my computer, and put them in a large popcorn bag. The little girls drew the names of the winners. There were 3 wrapped gifts, and the winners chose their own gift. Prizes included a Phantom movie DVD, on sale in Wal-Mart's bargain bin for $5.00, a movie sound track CD, on sale at Amazon.com, and a copy of the book, also on sale at Amazon.com.
The Buffet Table:
Our menu included Apple Cashew Salad, Bacon Stuffed Cherry Tomatoes, Sugar and Spice Nuts, Croissant Sandwiches with assorted meats, cheeses, and a yummy Hawaiian sandwich spread, Cucumber Open Face Sandwiches, Veggie & Fruit Plates with Dips, and assorted cookies, including Ginger Snaps. I read these cookies, in particular, were quite authentic to parties of that time period, Paris, 1869.  Oh yes, and I threw a few relishes out there, too. I served sparkling apple cider that looked, to all the world, like bubbly champagne. The champagne flutes are disposable plastic, and were purchased at the grocery store.
delights
By far, the biggest hits were three dishes from Jane Marie’s own web site, www.GraciousJaneMarie.com. They included Apple Cashew Salad
(http://www.greenlightwrite.com/saladapplecashew.htm), ALWAYS a big hit, and I ALWAYS get requests for the recipe, Bacon Stuffed Cherry Tomatoes (http://www.greenlightwrite.com/baconstuffedtomatoes.htm ), stuffed with bacon, green onion and mayo, and a Goodbye Lie favorite, Sugar and Spice Nuts (http://www.greenlightwrite.com/sugarspicenuts.htm ). Oh my! They all loved those wonderful pecans!
As my friends departed, without exception, each person said to me, "I so very much needed a night like this!" And each wants to know when I will do it again. Hmm... The ideas are already flowing!

  

March 24, 2013

Railroad Days

Railroad Road Days has become an annual event in Callahan, Florida.  Callahan is about 30 miles southwest of Fernandina Beach in north Florida. We have seen this festival grow over the years since my husband, Bruce, rode in their parade when he was mayor of Fernandina. Well, I met John Hendricks, a fellow writer, at a book signing and since he's the head of Railroad Days, he was kind enough to ask me to sign books in the Callahan depot during the event.  The rain came but not until after they held their parade.  Many of the vendors exited by 2 pm.  The musicians did not. The tunes were still playing when we left.  I met a lot of lovely people and took a close look at their railroad and other Callahan artifacts in the depot. If you're in the area next year around this time, stop by Callahan and enjoy Railroad Days and may the weather cooperate!


Callahan depot
 
John Hendricks in the bowler with other reenactors

kids' entertainment area

inside depot, in the days of segregation,
whites' ticket window on left, blacks' ticket window on right 


Joy, a new friend from the Callahan Historical Society

                            Product Details

John Hendrick's Following the Tracks of Daniel Callahan (hardcover) 
 
 

March 23, 2013

Bunnies 4 Babies

American Legion Riders Post 54 collected tons of baby supplies for their Bunnies 4 Babies Dice Run Challenge today.  Later, they had a Best Looking Bunny contest and my husband, Bruce, a former Marine, was a proud entrant.  Although he came in 3rd, talk was he should be given a Profiles in Courage award for his efforts. You be the judge...

Meet the Bunny Fairy (note tip of green wing over his/her right shoulder).

March 17, 2013

Shillelagh

I wanted to show you what a real shillelagh looks like.  See mine below.  My father and brother brought back this 18 inch shillelagh aka club from Ireland, so it's the real deal! My research says it's probably blackthorn or oak. All I know is it's very hard and you could clobber somebody pretty well and be the one left standing.  Take a listen to the famous song, It's the Same Old Shillelagh, by Bing Crosby at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUvyo1kYZcE.  
You'll be tappin' your toes afore ya know it! 
  
 
Happy St. Patrick's Day, one and all!

March 10, 2013

Engrave Your Brick

Fernandina Beach, Florida -  American Legion Post 54 is selling engraved bricks for the new Veterans' Memorial Park located next to Central Park on the corner of Atlantic Avenue and South 11th St.  For a tax deductible donation of $50, you can honor  someone special with an inscription of 3 lines with 13 characters and spaces max per line. You can get a lot of info in those three lines. Each red brick is 4" x 8". 


I got one in memory of my father, Pearl Harbor,  US Navy, WWII and my uncle, North Africa, US Army, WWII.  I also got one for my brother-in-law, US Navy.  My brick will read:


BRUCE MALCOLM
LGN CHAPLAIN
USMC
 
We wanted American Legion Chaplain but that is far more than the 13 letters and spaces allowed so we settled for LGN Chaplain.  Folks might not get our abbreviation for Legion, but they'll understand the Chaplain part.
  
The best thing about these bricks, next to them being laid as the walkway around our veterans' memorial, is that anyone from anywhere can buy a brick. You don't have to be a veteran or from Fernandina.  Grandparents for grandkids, commemoration of a wedding, a honeymoon here, an anniversary, your business, your pet's birthday, whatever you want your brick to read, is up to you.
 
Make your check out to Veterans' Memorial Park.   In the memo line, please write: Engraved Brick.
 
Drop off your check for $50 per brick or mail it with the printed inscription, again 3 lines of 13 letters and spaces max that you want to:
 
Veterans' Memorial Park
c/o American Legion Post 54
626 South 3rd St.
Fernandina Beach, FL 32034
 
No cash, please, and no credit cards.
  
Please support our veterans.  They have and will continue to support all of us!
 
For God and country,
 
Bruce Malcolm (Jane Marie's husband)
 

March 7, 2013

Y & R Fans

I confess I have been watching The Young and the Restless since it stated, so that makes me a loyal fan.  I thought all the other die hard fans out there might not have a chance to see the wedding invitation Nicki and Victor sent to guests.  They showed a quick shot of it and I was unable to read it until I went back and paused the frame.  Here is what it said, in ALL CAPS and with their spacing.

MRS. NICOLE NEWMAN
AND
MR. VICTOR NEWMAN

REQUEST THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY
AT THEIR WEDDING

SATURDAY, THE NINTH OF MARCH
THE YEAR TWO THOUSAND AND THRITEEN
AT HALF AFTER SIX O'CLOCK

NEWMAN RANCH
421 LARKSPUR TRAIL
GENOA CITY, WISCONSIN 53147

RECEPTION TO FOLLOW

Will you be there?  I sure will, if only to see what wedding gown Nicki will be wearing this go around with Victor!

But wait, Nikki just fainted!  Will the wedding be postponed?

SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!!!

Yes, they postponed the wedding, but we got to see the invite all their guests got.  Just one more service provided by your ever-gracious and very wacked Jane Marie.

Hugs and blisses!

March 5, 2013

What is Amelia Island's Velvet Undertow?

Tangles, tears and terror combine to form an undertow so powerful, your heart will race, beat for beat, with Carolena Dunnigan's, the brilliant, bright and bold heroine.

First, watch Amelia Island's VELVET UNDERTOW VIDEO at
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuPbsKto94o&feature=plcp


Next, read the Synopsis:

An interior designer for Aqua Verdi Passenger Line based on Amelia Island, Florida in 1889, Carolena Dunnigan is witness to something so disillusioning, she flees to Charleston, South Carolina seeking work. There her life takes a mad twirl with that of a world famous conductor and an interfering ship's engineer. Decades of secrets seep forth as she chases the truth, which drives her into the horrific Johnstown, Pennsylvania Flood. Will Carolena have the strength, courage and luck to survive or die hating everyone and everything that tore apart her carefree Amelia Island life?


Meet Clara Barton, of the American Red Cross, instrumental in saving lives during the Johnstown Flood. Revisit beloved characters like Peeper, with her elixir fixers, and Aunt Noreen, whose tongue is the beast that will not be tamed. The Terrible Threesome, all teenage boys, smear honey on a few front doors and hang dead snakes in the trees, but is that so very bad? Paolo Alontti, Grey McKenna, and Peachie Pence mix it up into a shocking knot of lies, loves, and lessons. Oh, and watch for cameo appearances throughout the series from  Martha Bear, stuffed mascot and spokes-bear for www.GraciousJaneMarie.com, the author's 700 page website.
Now read an Excerpt: 

"I wish you'd develop a splash of patience!"
Ignoring her, Grey brushed past, instantly recognizing he'd interrupted something. His confirmation was her ruddy face and puffy lips. It was a blessed good thing he'd come along when he had. "Patience? I've been freezing outside, waiting for your highness like some lap dog. When you say five o'clock, I damn well expect you to be downstairs waiting for me at five o'clock. I sure don't have to ask what you've been up to. And where is this man who tempts you so much, you're willing to debase yourself at his mere beckoning?"
Carolena looked to the velvet pillows now crushed on the floor. Wadded in the corner was the blue dress. There was little sense denying it. Then again, who was he to tell her what was proper? He'd bedded hundreds of women, she was sure, so he had no room to talk. Remaining calm, lest her feeling of guilt show, she told him, "Signor Alontti is attending to business. He sends his regards."
"Yeah? I'll just bet he does. Come on. Let's get the hell out of this lair before I find your lover and lay him out!"

Whether you are new to the series or you have read The Goodbye Lie, you will discover the books stand alone. Each is an experience in suspense, treachery and deceit doing fierce battle with family bonds and honor.
Get your copy HERE:
Amelia Island's Velvet Undertow Kindle Edition $3.99
Amelia Island's Velvet Undertow NOOK Buy As Gift: $3.43
 
You have to get it and read it to read it and get it! Get what? Get to know the Dunnigans of Amelia Island where roses and romance reign, plus so much more...    
 

March 1, 2013

Year of Living Graciously - March

Make use of what you have. Example: Lost a pierced earring back?  Slice off a thin "round" of pencil eraser and use that for the backing.

February 26, 2013

Add a Touch of Vintage

Patty, a friend of mine, showed up in this self-decorated denim jacket.  What was the instant trim she added? Her grandmother's brooches!  She told me it's her way of keeping her beloved grandmother close to her.  So check out your treasure boxes, ladies.  If you're fortunate to have pins from your relatives, add them to a blazer, any jacket or even a sweatshirt, purse, evening bag or tennis shoe. Even now, I have a sparkling black butterfly pin on a ball cap I wear when we're walking Abby or strolling on the beach.  You can often find broaches at yard sales and, of course, vintage shops. It's a fun, nostalgic look and there is no sewing involved so anyone can do this.
 
 


PS   When we attended the Gone With The Wind 50th anniversary costume ball in Atlanta, Georgia, I hung a bow-shaped brooch from a pearl necklace. It looked was very period. See below.
 
 
 
 Oh, another friend tacks (sews with heavy thread or embroidery floss) colorful buttons all over the sleeves and/or front of her jackets.
 
Be  creative and be YOU!

February 23, 2013

Another Book Title

The titles of future books come to me.  The contents of those books, not so much. What about money saving tips from Dashing Through the Dough?

February 17, 2013

A Lucy Moment- The Moon

With all this talk about asteroids and meteors, I am reminded of one of my and Barbra's Lucy moments, as in Lucille Ball. (Barbra is our daughter.) I had just gotten a new telescope for my husband Bruce's birthday and the whole family was anxious to try it out.  Darkness couldn't come quickly enough.  Since we live near the beach, city lights are not too much of a problem, so looking heavenward toward the stars on a cloudless night offered a bounty of constellations and brilliance.  This particular night happened to have a full moon shining.  How perfect.  We set the telescope up at the end of our driveway. We read the directions by flashlight and looked in the eyepiece to see the bright red of the traffic light half a mile away.  We were giddy with delight.

"This is a deep space scope," said Bruce. "We should be able to see the craters of the moon with this thing."  Excitement was ours.  We outfitted the proper lenses in the proper position and each took a peek at the moon.

Let me rephrase that.  We each tried to take a peek at the moon.  None of us could see it through the telescope.  "Now, wait a minute," said Mark, my son-in-law. "This should be easy.  We look at the moon with our naked eyes, make sure the lens cap is off, point the thing at said moon and..."  Looking in the eye hole place again, "Where the heck is it?" (Or something similar with a bit of colorful language added.)

Bruce tried. Mark tried repeatedly.  We battled the flying jaws (no see-ums) nipping at our scalps, the buzzing mosquitoes and the chill in the air.  After an hour, the men announced they were going inside to watch TV. Not to be undone, Barbra and I put on jackets, and doused ourselves in bug spray. We looked, she turned it, we changed lenses, I twirled dials, we aimed at the stars, at the moon, at anything. Alas, we saw nothing but black.

As I was about to suggest we give up and donate the contraption to charity, Barbra burst forth with, "I've got it!  I've found the moon!"

Never doubting my child, nevertheless, I had to make confirmation. With fingers crossed, I looked in the eye piece and there is was!  The moon, our moon! The same moon our very own astronauts walked upon and we were seeing it up close and personal, craters and all!

"Step away from the scope," I ordered. "If you sneeze, you might jar it and our moon may be lost to us forever.  I'll get the men. We'll show them!"

All hunkered down, watching some violent drug movie they'd each seen ten times, it took a great deal of my persuasive power, aka whining,  and the bribery of a pan of freshly baked brownies to lure them out to the driveway to see our discovery.  First Mark took a gander.  Then Bruce.  Then, then, then.... they started laughing at us.  The nerve!  Here we had braved relentless insects and tropically chilly temps of some 64 degrees, give or take, and there they were, laughing at us.  We thought the dolts would be glad, happy and proud of us, the same as Barbra and I were of ourselves.

"I fail to see the humor," I snarkily said.

"Me either," Barbra concurred. "You guys just won't admit that Mom and I found the moon when you two couldn't."

"My darling," Bruce said, still laughing.  "You didn't find the moon.  What you found was the driveway.  You have the telescope pointing at the cement and the craters you're seeing are the little holes in the concrete."

"Look in the eyepiece," Mark said.  He squatted down, ran his hand back and forth between the scope and the drive and, with each pass of that hand, our moon disappeared then reappeared.

The last I heard of the not so dear old telescope, it was making the rounds through the family.  Whoever could find the moon or anything besides a traffic light was the winner and, you guessed it, their prize was ownership of same.  All I can say is, "Viva la planetarium!"

February 14, 2013

The Fog ...

It was about 8 am. The sun was shining in the east on a heavily foggy morning. I was driving the coast highway along Amelia Island in Florida and had to pull over to snap this photo. 
 It is the stuff of which historical romance novels are written ...
 

 

Happy Valentine's Day!

February 11, 2013

Amelia Island Museum Gift Shop

I am pleased to tell you that the Amelia Island Museum of History here in Fernandina Beach, Florida is now carrying my novel, The Goodbye Lie, in their gift shop.  This is particularly special to me because 25 years ago, I took docent training at that museum. And from that training plus lots of research in their archives, I culled interesting historic facts about the area that would later, in part, be the basis on which I would begin my Amelia Island Trilogy.

Housed in the old Nassau County jail built in 1878, we have seen our oral history museum grow so much since Bruce, my husband, was one of the first men to swing a sledge hammer to knock out the bars of the cells. Jack Patrick Dunnigan, in my upcoming Mark of a Man, is one of the characters who spends time in his hometown jail.

We have been involved with this fascinating place for a long time. Years ago we purchased a piano key as part of a community effort to restore a square grand piano. Later, I modeled an antique dress in a fashion show fund raiser. Our handbell choir used to practice in one of the ground floor rooms.  I learned French heirloom hand sewing and smocking at the museum. I quilted a couple of squares for the two quilts we made.  It was my idea to make two, one to raffle off and the other identical quilt of cross stitched local buildings to keep and hang in the museum.  It was so much work but so worth it.  Today, Bruce gives a talk to students called Historic Preservation as a Contact Sport.

As you can tell, we love our little museum, which is not so little any longer.  If you are in the area, make the effort to visit.  You'll learn, you'll enjoy and who knows what treasures you will find in the gift shop of the Amelia Island Museum of history.

Amelia Island Museum of History
233 South 3rd Street
Fernandina Beach, FL 32034
904 261-7378

 
This photo is copied from the Amelia Island Museum of History website at
www.ameliamuseum.org
 
 

February 3, 2013

Before and After


Our two year old rescue dog, Abby, has found her world, on the beach and the boardwalk.  Her reputation as a biter is somewhat exaggerated.  She's more of a barker and growler ... 
 
 little Abby strutting along the Atlantic Ocean
 
However, being so cute, Abby prefers to go incognito, lest she is tempted to sharpen her choppers on  unsuspecting animal lovers who insist on petting her. 

Abby workin' that Carmen Miranda/secretary/clown look