I Remember When…

Our trip to the grocery store was as exciting as a tooth ache. Usually Mom went alone, but on the rare times we were allowed to go with her, we knew better than to ask for ANYTHING! Her list was something like this: 25lb bag of flour (not enriched ground from wheat) bag of potatoes packed in heavy paper bag, Sugar, milk (unless we bought whole milk from a farmer), salt & pepper. No pre-packaged items to heat and eat! Everything was cooked from scratch.

We had a garden. When we bought a small 15-acre farm, Mom had a one-acre garden. I hated helping with the canning, but did it anyway. She canned EVERYTHING that grew. EVERYTHING! We had a cellar that stored all the glass containers for winter. Of course the cellar hid a big crock or home brew, which us kids never dared to try!

One of the fun things about our farm was that it was right between three lakes, all of which had pickerel and black bass, and we had a small boat with oars. At night, we could fish in the lake off the bridge and catch catfish! They were fun! They were fun to catch and a pain to clean. Another name for them is Hornpout, they got that name for the painful horns that could cause problems when stuck, and we got stuck a lot.

The owners of the land across the road permitted us to “tap” the Maple trees, and we made gallons of maple syrup. Back then, in the winter we make maple syrup candy by pouring a little on snow. Couldn’t do that now, the snow wouldn’t be good for you.

We had chickens and raised a bull for meat, too! Our only pets were one dog and cats that appeared from time to time.

Well, that’s it for today, hope your youth was as fun as mine. Today, I’d like to introduce you to one of my children’s book series called “Sleep Travelers.” Most kids have one imaginary playmate. My daughter had three! One day she said, “Mom, why don’t you write a story about them?”

So I did! She couldn’t remember what they were, just their names: Ning, Dog, and Boss. Ning became a Siamese Cat, Dog became a big shaggy dog, and Boss became an African Gray Parrot!

When they go to sleep, they go on adventures together! On these adventures, they can talk to the animals, and they can talk back to them. I love writing fiction because children can be anything they want to be! And they always win. They cannot ever be hurt, and if they find themselves in danger, they wake up snug and warm in their beds. And sometimes Daddy Shirl visits!

This series is available as eBook and Paperback. You can find them at the following: Apple Books, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Everand, Smashwords, Tolino OverDrive, bibliotheca, Baker & Taylor, BorrowBox, Hoopla, Vivlio, Palace  Marketplace, Odilo, Gardners, Amazon in America and in Europe.

Of course, if you live in Kingman, Arizona, and you meet with me at a craft fair, or if you are one of my sewing customers, I will sign one for you.

Let’s talk again, soon….

Published by Time Traveler of Life

Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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