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Grandest and her rescue dog, Gracie. How they warm my heart. A few years later, they adopted Tommy. Now I have two grand dogs I love. It’s almost basketball time. I love to watch her play, getting used to the game. This was a tough week for me. A problem with my eye and another major prob. What the heck. When did I get old? Why did I get old? What the heck! At least I have my beautiful family. Daughter always there to help out and grandest to hold my hand. We’re off to one day at Long Beach Island and then home again. Weather’s not terrific but we’ll be fine.Image may contain: 1 person, smiling, dog, grass, tree, outdoor and nature

Be healthy, my friends. Enjoy every minute.

 

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And Then She Said

Once upon a time she was born and it was my job as Granny to care for her while daughter taught school. A whole new life began for both of us as I changed diapers, walked her in a carriage, taught her little things as she became aware of the world. And as she slept, this little munchkin, I wrote many books, rocked her when she woke and bathed her in a sink tub.

In the beginning, I often wondered how come I was doing this. The truth is I never said No to my daughter and still don’t.  The years flew by and she’s nine, a swimmer, a basketball player but most of all, when she visits me, who had a great fall like Humpty Dumpty and am still recuperating, she gets busy and does helpful stuff all on her own. Daughter taught her to be capable. The other day, she measured a special potion to kill weeds, placed it in a sprinkler and killed weeds growing in our pathway. A thorough job!

This is my grandest who plans to be a veterinarian down the long road. She loves dogs and our cats. My prayer is to live long to see our wonder grow up

 

to achieve her dreams. The pooch is Gracie, a rescue dog saved a few years ago to live the good life.

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We Love Basketball

By we, I refer to parents and grandparents of nine year old girls just getting started. This Sunday is the Big Final Game. Grandest is in and she is hot. Finally she gets the concept of guarding. Oh yeah. And from what I observed last Sunday when they played an outstanding team. . .and won in overtime!!!! she had her arms folded in front of her chest.  She called it a pick or something like that. As for me, what I witnessed, worked so well! Way to go, my grandest. The fast girl who scored, had a chance to get by with no one in front of her. The crowd went wild. At least I did.

This has not been my best week but I got through and I’m not thrilled to report the inner ear test I had on Monday requires a month of physical Therapy. Well alright. I can weather this storm. Spring is coming in a minute and this writer is zipping along.

Please join me in a happy dance as I lift up my chin and say, well alright, I can do this. More news about the big game next week. Our girls are playing the super best team in the county. Score, girls, guard and score.

If you seek some fun reading this weekend, do check out Chef’s Surprise or any one of my other romance, suspense stories with humor and love and even a therapy dog or two.

 

Best to all, Love, Charmaine  Can you guess-this is Grandest!!Image may contain: 1 person, standing, shoes, sky, outdoor and nature

And now I have four. . .

Once upon a time, nine years ago this very day, grandest came into my life. We shared many years together while daughter worked as a teacher. I wrote my books while she napped in a crib. Once she threw one leg over the side in an attempt to climb out. “No,” I cried out and rushed to lift her smiling face and squirming body up and out. The race was on when she crawled toward the open office door when I turned my back to lower the crib’s mattress. This Granny flew across the room to stop the fleeing munchkin. My heart pounded, we both giggled at our adventure. When I placed her back, deeper into the depth of the crib, she discovered a new trick. Drawers filled with her clothes went flying to the floor because little fingers found a way to pull the knobs toward her small self to find gold! I had almost finished a hot scene in the latest romance but I closed up the computer for later when Miss Dynamite left for home. Off we went on a sunny spring morning where she learned words like flowers, daffodils, crocus and birds. What a day!

This, dear readers, you must learn about grandest. At six, when I drove her home from school, while attempting to open the door, I slipped, fell into a deep crevice next to the house. Picture this: a stone step way up to the house; it’s winter and I fall and cannot get up, trapped, wedged in. I said, “Honey, you will have to save me right now. I’m stuck so pull with all your strength and maybe I’ll try to wiggle my way out. Without a word except to say, “I’ll save you, Grans,” she tugged and tugged while I kind of wiggled and somehow I got up with her help. She unlocked the door, helped me in and told me to lie down on the couch. A wet cloth she brought to me, was laid across my face. Then a bottle of cold water was placed next to me. After a while, she made up a game with a soft big ball. She tossed it to me. I tossed it back. Then she rummaged through my purse to find the cell phone and reported the injury to her Mom, still at school.

Fast forward two and a half years pass. This happened last April, 2116. I had a dreadful fall in her bedroom early one morning, on the hardwood floor. That ended my life as I knew it. I heard her scream, “Mommy, Mommy, Granny fell and she’s not moving.” Daughter ran in, called for a substitute teacher, called an ambulance, called my husband. I lost myself that morning. It has taken months of rehab and fierce determination to reclaim myself. I continue to write my stories of Survive and Thrive because that’s who I am.

Twice, grandest saved my life. I will never forget those times we shared.

Happiest Birthday, dearest Grandest C.R. and now there are four. Three sisters to fill her life with more joy.

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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.

Say No ereader graphic with hands

http://www.amazon.com/She-Didnt-Say-Beginning-Volume/dp/0615959865Kindle

http://www.amazon.com/She-Didnt-Say-Beginning-Not-ebook/dp/B00I1MRP9S

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

And Then She Wanted. . .

It didn’t seem like much. Just a small hamster yet this was her desire for quite a while. Daughter and husband decided to surprise her for Christmas instead of having her wait ’til the summer for the coveted hamster. Grandest named her Ginger and she’s pretty and very funny as she scrambles over and over in the wheel as fast as her tiny legs can go. I curled up on Grandest’s bed to watch and we had a good laugh.

As you see, after a couple of weeks, they’ve become very good pals. With gentle loving care, an eight year old can do wonders.

Grandest is the light of my life, my friends. Since her infancy, I’ve treasured every bit of her sweetness and she is one lovely child the older she gets. Her obvious care for me warms my heart. It’s her turn to hold my hand and say, “Be careful, Grans.”

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