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After that, it was Joyce and Bob, Bob and Joyce. Seldom was one without the other. What a team! They were everyone’s touchstone. Envious coup[es looked at them in wonder. First, a friendship blossomed and later on, love was added.

The Korean conflict came. It was called a police action, then why didn’t they send cops? Bob went into the aviation cadet program and became a pilot. Letters flew back and forth from Chicago and Joyecy was too revealing how she felt, She would reveal small fragments to her mom. Her mom said, “If he ‘s declaring all this passion for you, dear daughter, I can only guess what your  writing to him.”

Sarah’s face would flush. Those were the days when chastity was a highlly regarded commodiity. Good girls didn’t, bad girls didn’t.

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We Still Love Basketball

Unbeaten St. Paul’s team won the Number one prize but our girls did so well, running hard, shooting for the hoop and Grandest played the whole game, fast as the wind encouraging her team mates. She beamed receiving the trophy as did all her buddies. A great season for all of us to see her grow, develop, love the sport and belong to a team.

Personally, this Granny thrilled through the whole game. I clapped my hands for the other team whenever they scored because that’s part of the game. When I was a kid, girls didn’t play sports. We watched the boys. What a time we missed. We had to wait ’til the boys finished tennis at the park before getting a court. Yikes! What a stupid time. And now everything is wide open, all sports for boys and girls. Go Grandest go! Granny cheers for you.

Granddaughter and Daughter, my bestest!

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Family Introductions

Grandest introduces my Grand-dog Gracie to my Grand-Hamster Ginger. Is this the sweetest? I ask you. I don’t ask for much, my friends. This picture fills my heart with joy. Two critters of vastly different size meet under the caring watchful eye of the best almost nine years old in existence.

I used to bathe her small self in a small tub placed in the kitchen sink where she’d kick her tiny feet and laugh. Later on, as I strolled the neighborhood,  I’d let her small hands touch leaves and she’d repeat the word. Soon, I’d point to the sky when airplanes flew over and taught her the word airplane. Those were the days, my friend; we thought they’d never end. . .and now she teaches me a better way to stand up after I’ve been sitting on the floor playing a game with her.

No more little ones in my future. I long to live a healthy happy life ahead and be strong enough to enjoy her as she matures. That’s life. Long may we wave.

 

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Writing this recalls a book I wrote not long ago, title: She Didn’t Say No. You will understand when you read the blurb.

Nineteen year old Grace Meredith didn’t say No to the Big Man On Campus, Scott Dwyer. And then her life changed… Grace makes her way to a new town and with the kindness of strangers, establishes a business called the Pet Emporium where she grooms, what else? Dogs and Cats.

Years later, a too-close encounter of an unpleasant kind with a skunk and Scott’s German Sheperd reunites the former lovers. What happens in between are their stories of beginnings and endings and love lost, then found.

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Thanks for stopping by, my friends.

Hugs, Charmaine

 

 

Grandest at one year old.

Almost eight years have flown by since this sweet picture was taken.”Smile,” said daughter,  click went the camera. In February, we will both move up. Grandest will be nine years old and I, how did this happen, will be 86. That is downright ridiculous ’cause this woman still shakes her booty while dancing with a cane, since the big FALL! and sings with a plaintive small voice since my lovely voice left town about eleven years ago.

Yet I stand as tall as my 5 foot 3inch frame can go and say, “What the hey? I’m still writing and having fun so forget about it. Or fugeddabodit somewhere in New Yorkese.

So I ask you all to keep smiling and think of us as we truck along the highway of life. Speaking of truck-that’s a dance we called truckin’ way back having fun even before jitter bug dancing hit the scene. And what a scene it was. My first love and I won many trophies dancing back then and along came the exotic rhumba, then the cha, cha, cha and samba and merengue. Exotic dances all. We learned them aand loved every moment of that wonderful phase of our married life after the Korean Conflict where he was a pilot in the Strategic Command for General Curtis LeMay, a key figure later with the Cuban Missile Crisis in conference with JFK and Senator Robert Kennedy.

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All the chatter about the war recalls a book I wrote, a book of fiction yet there is so much in there of the reality of the times, I’d so appreciate you checking it out.

Titled Farewell, Hello, the story will take you back to a special time in history, before the Pill, when chastity was in, and men opened doors for women as a courtesy.

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By an odd coincidence, I actually have this very same dress hanging in my closet. This cumbersome leather suitcase is similar to the one my parents gave me as one of my wedding gifts. Again, memories, sweet memories.

Available in all formats. Look in Amazon under my name and also Barnes & Noble

Thanks for stopping by to share a taste of my life, my friends.

Charmaine Gordon

Veterans Loved and still Love

I wrote a book Farewell/Hello taking my experiences from life to weave them into this story. Picture 1944, an era prior to the Korean War. Chastity was still valued especially in the home where I grew up. From the time I was very young, mother said to  beware of boys. They wanted ‘privileges’ from pretty girls like me. I didn’t understand what she meant by that word. And then I met the most popular boy in high school and fell in love. He carried my books home from school. He met my parents. Father was very stern. Who was the boy? His father owns a chicken store on the West side and a building near us. So what. He’s not good enough for you!

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For the first time in my young life, I didn’t listen. In my own quiet way, I knew in my heart this boy would be mine. We would marry one day and have a good life.And then the war came along. He enlisted in the Army before his Draft number was called. He knew he’d get into the Air Corp soon.

I went to school head up, tears in check., still the virgin and when I graduated, I went to Purdue University in Indiana. On Sundays we found a way to call each other even though I dated football players, basketball players , neglected homework, kissed a lot of guys but allowed NO PRIVILEGES! After two years of having fun, Dad said NO MORE and I went home to enroll in a wonderful art school on Michigan Boulevard. Five days a week!

My sweetheart did become a part of the Strategic Air Command headed up by General Curtis Le May.

Farewell/Hello is a fictionalized story of that era combined with touches of my pilot and me. We married, raised a batch of kids. He served our precious country through a war. Our motto for a happy marriage was Always talk things through, keep smiling and love each other.

He died much too soon.

A couple of years later I met my second Veteran. We met, fell in love, and here we are, my sailor and me.

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We met at a Recycling Single Men party in New Jersey and were drawn to each other right away. The widow and the widower!FH CVR 3D

Love, it can happen to you!

Thanks for your service, Veterans. Love from Charmaine Gordon

A newlywed’s first Halloween-1952 Bossier City, Louisiana

Unaware of anything but but each other, the Korean War, and Barksdale Air Force Base, Bud came home riding his Corgi mortorbike- the smallest cycle you ever saw.

“Did you buy candy?”

“No. Why?”

“It’s Halloween and our little neighborhood is filled with kids who will come looking for treats.”

“UH, what’ll we do? It’s too late to go shopping.” The bell rang. Young voices cried out, “Trick or treat-trick or treat. Give us something good to eat.”

Apples, I remembered the big bag of apples we had. So we put an apple in each pumpkin. and the kids ran off laughing. I knew we’d run out of them soon. Not the kids-the apples. And we did.

My pilot husband said, “How about bread? Do we have a loaf of Wonder Bread?”

“Sure but what. . .”

“Quick. Give me a slice and a small paper bag. When I turn off the outside light, I’ll rattle my hand in the bag. The kids will think something wonderful is coming up and in the dark, I’ll drop a slice of bread.”

What can I say about that wonderful night of laughter. Convulsed, holding our sides together, finally the doorbell stopped ringing. Bud and I had another night to remember. Just one of so many in all the wonderful years together.

Are you listening up there, wherever you are, sweetheart? Oh yes you are.

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Farewell,Hello

    Once you’ve read the beginning, you’ll want to read this long/short story of love lost then found.                                 Concept CVR FH 1-1