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And Then SHe Said. . .

I thought I was “doing pretty good for an old lady” and then she said “Granny, grab your wrist, make a figure eight and touch your hip. Good. Again. Now change sides.” Forty five minutes of P90 every day. I can’t do the ‘sprawl’ but I do my version of one. And as for fast feet. UH huh.  I give it a try. The best fun is the little boss barking out orders. When I thank her, she beams with pride. “It’s okay, Grans.”

On the drive to Karate a couple of days ago, she asked me about my latest book. “What’s it about? “You’re in it, my girl.”

“Of course, I am.”

The joy of a granddaughter.

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65191_4183432700510_2056845522_nThe first book with my grandest as a major character.

When the CEO of a major Construction Company claims a part of Celia
Brown’s property, he has no idea what he’s up against. The elderly
widow and her six year old granddaughter prepare for battle. River’s
Edge, the town that believes in kindness to strangers, jumps into the
fray. Add romance, kids, and pride to the mix; there are lessons to
be learned in Breaking New Ground.
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Grandest is seven tomorrow. How did that happen.?

It’s hard to believe that the seven pound baby I helped raise is now seven,. She’s my best pal taking care of me always especially on these wintry days of ice and snow. She takes my hand and steers me around black ice until we reach my car, then hands over my book bag. Then she waits until I buckle my safety belt and off we go. Today is Karate class. On the way she announced that in March, a book she’s writing about ‘point of view’-did I know what that means? will be published and she has to rewrite it. It’s a take on Cinderella and the evil sisters. We discussed a possible cover. I suggested that I take the book Cinderella out from the New City Library and we’ll talk about possibilities.

What a joy to have her friendship , the tiny girl I once rocked to sleep and taught nursery rhymes. So like her mom, my daughter whom I treasure and now I have the two of them. Tomorrow, Poppa and I will celebrate her birthday with daughter. A small family affair that will continue adding more friends for a few days.65191_4183432700510_2056845522_nMy latest book, Breaking New Ground is about a grandmother and her granddaughter, CassidyRae. A bit of non-fiction mixed with a lot of humor and fiction.

When the CEO of a major Construction Company claims a part of Celia
Brown’s property, he has no idea what he’s up against. The elderly
widow and her six year old granddaughter prepare for battle. River’s
Edge, the town that believes in kindness to strangers, jumps into the
fray. Add romance, kids, and pride to the mix; there are lessons to
be learned in Breaking New Ground.
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/breaking-new-ground/id959096957
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-breakingnewground-1732108-149.html
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including PC and Mac
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5.0 out of 5 stars A must read for anyone with heart! February 1, 2015
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What a wonderful story of love and humanity. The love of the granddaughter and grandma; the new love of a younger couple and the ever special love of mature seniors. Yes! It still happens! Beautifully written with poignancy and descriptions that put you right in the scenes. A must read for anyone with heart!

1/25/15 WEWRIWA

Six inches plus in the first big snow this year. Please Mr. Please, that’s enough. We’re ready for Spring. Welcome to our wonderful weekend writers where you may post eight sentences and have constructive critique come back to improve your work.

You have all been instrumental in helping me write Breaking new Ground. A special thanks to Evelyn Jules for the title. You’re on the Acknowledgement page, my friend. Today is the last post. The story was released yesterday. and I’m in Happy Dance mode.

This week is a bit different. Marcus O’Brien, the town advisory board chairman is a widower. Anna Youngblood is at the office after storming out of James Chandler’s penthouse the night before. She waits for the usually on-time boss to appear. He shows up dressed in a nifty suit, new tie and has left his toupee at home. Smelling of Old Spice, he tells Anna to take the day off since he will be other-wise engaged. And off he goes.

Excerpt in eight:

Anna felt like a mess after a restless night of sleeping on the couch so she washed up in the office bathroom vowing never speak to that slime ball James um Chandler ever again.
She speaks to the boss who is late, “You look very nifty this morning, sir, I checked your appointment book but there’s nothing on the schedule unless you have somewhere special in mind.”
“That I do, Anna,” he ran his hand over his ,sparsely covered with hair, scalp, “ I hope I look okay without the rug.”

Marcus O’Brien drove carefully north on Main Street in his restored old BMW and  waved to friends strolling along but didn’t stop until he made a right turn into the familiar wooded property hidden just past a construction site. Admiration for this courageous friend who lived alone in a wonderland of flowers, fresh fruit and vegetables cultivated by her filled his heart.
He maneuvered through the driveway, parked and grabbed three apples to juggle when he rang the bell
Celia Brown opened the door wide, hands on hips, old Lucy by her side.
“Marcus, it’s about time you came calling.”

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Blurb:

When the CEO of a major Construction Company claims a part of Celia
Brown’s property, he has no idea what he’s up against. The elderly
widow and her six year old granddaughter prepare for battle. River’s
Edge, the town that believes in kindness to strangers, jumps into the
fray. Add romance, kids, and pride to the mix; there are lessons to
be learned in Breaking New Ground.

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and enjoy River’s Edge and Kindness to Strangers!

Thanks to everyone for your support.

Love from Charmaine

1/11/15 WEWRiWA

Okay, I give up. It’s definitely winter but I do like the one minute of daylight each evening. So there’s the good, bad and the promise of Spring ahead. Hubs decided we should do spring cleaning starting in the basement. Exhausting and rewarding. Togetherness. Yikes!

Today I continue with Breaking New Ground. Lats week, Grans, aka Celia Brown, helped her granddaughter with an interview for a first grade project. Meanwhile the two young me reported bad news  to James Chandler. The boss paced the splendid office, decorated to impress potential clients. Max and Frank watched him as if they were at a tennis match. Back and forth, back and forth. Abruptly he stopped and surveyed the map of the project on the wall. Next he swiveled to gaze at the huge table set up of the finished community. He turned to the young representatives of his company and said, “And this old lady won’t cave so I’ll have to talk to the town advisory committee.”

Chapter 3

Marcus O’Brien, the gray haired man head of the town advisory committee sat imbedded in the old leather seat and turned to another folder as his toupee shifted. “Anna,” he shouted into the loud speaker, “What’s this all about?” and his  petite secretary hurried in calling, “Your raving is my command, oh lord and master of us all.”
He peered through gold rimmed spectacles perched too low to wave a sheath of papers in front of her yelling, “Did I hear you say raving?”
“Yes, you do need a hearing aid adjustment however, sir so now what’s your prob today and stop shouting when you need me; just push the red button and ask politely.”
Anna Youngblood knew Mr. O’Brien had trouble keeping secretaries and raised in a tribe where girls outnumbered the boys and were taught to be tough from childhood, she figured a job was no biggie  so here she was dressed in her usual short skirt, fringed boots, and low cut sweater campus style, kind of, because she also had college classes at night.
She quick read the papers to find the elderly Mrs. Brown refused to give up her piece of property interfering with the grandiose plan of a James Chandler and good for her, shame on him.

When James Chandler called to  request an appointment with Mr. O’Brien that afternoon, she put him on hold to tell the boss the guy who wants to chuck that great old lady, Mrs. Brown, out of her house so he can build a gated community, La De Da! and our calendar is free today so let’s pencil him in.”
“Mr. O’Brien has a full schedule but he can just about fit you in at two today but between us, he hates being kept waiting.”

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1/4/15 WEWRIWA

Now it snows? And tomorrow we’re expecting 60 degrees then a plummet of temps for the rest of the week. New York, New York, it’s a wonderful town.

Welcome friends to WEWRIWA for snippets galore and the opp to use constructive critique the writing of fine writers.

This week- a bit more in my WIP- Breaking New Ground-title suggested by Evelyn Jules. A major Construction Company owned by the egotistical James Chandler claims to own part of the property the widow Brown has lived on for fifty years. This week -introducing Cindy Lou, Celia Brown’s granddaughter who lives with her temporarily while her mom-a Marine-is in Afghanistan. The six year old needs help with a first grade project.

excerpt in eight:
“I have to interview the oldest member of the family,” she pointed the flashlight to her Granny, and that’s you, Grans, wow, 80! you sure are way old;” she planted a wet kiss on Celia’s wrinkled cheek almost knocking her on the head with a heavy black flashlight and said, “Don’t ever die, Grans.”
“Okay I won’t if you promise not to bonk me and please tell me why are you holding that big clunker?”
Cindy giggled, “It’s for the interview, like a microphone so here we go, ready or not.”
A smile crept over Celia’s face; what fun spending quality time alone with her granddaughter while her mom’s deployed to Afghanistan like Marine after Marine, war after war, for generations the Brown family had served in one capacity or another.
A beam of light flashed into her faded blue eyes and Celia blinked as a deep voice came from Cindy’s sweet mouth, “Once upon a time you were six years old, just like me so where did you live and go to school?”
Caught up in the moment, Celia answered in a little girl’s voice. “Chicago, Illinois, and as if she’d never left the town and grown up, Celia saw the red brick school with a big sign. “Volta School. V.O.L.T.A. and my mommy bought me pretty dresses, laced up shoes, white ruffled socks and I always wore a big red bow in my hair but she didn’t like polishing my shoes ‘cause she had to wait for them to dry and use a clean cloth to make them shine.”
Cindy looked puzzled, “White shoe polish? Didn’t you have sneakers?
The clock turned forward to real time; Celia had a moment of dizziness as she came back to the present and said,
“Honey, we thought sneakers were bad men who sneaked around stealing things that didn’t belong to them”

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Does Sleepover always mean Sleep?

“Mom, Please sleepover.”

“Why?”

“I need you. Purple Heart is coming tomorrow morning and our little one only goes to bed if you’re here to calm her down.”

“Okay.” I packed a minimal batch of stuff and hurried out into the darkening sky with rain beginning to fall. Peering through the wind shield, how I dislike driving at night!, I drove carefully the twenty minutes. Daughter opened the garage door beckoning me to park next to her car in the driveway. She grabbed my cane, bag and trusty pillow and we ran in. She said our little girl was in tears worried about me driving in the dark, in the rain. Sure enough, Grandest wrapped herself around me sobbing. and up the stairs wee went to the tune of dogs barking in the yard.

All too soon we laughed. Then suddenly she held her sweet hands over her ears. Thunder boomed. I said, “Do you know what makes that sound?” A shake of her blonde hair. “It’s God moving his couch.” “Yes and when the noise is really loud, God is trying to move a big television set and the couch at the same time.” Laughter cures fears. It’s like that all through life.

In ten minutes we were in our jams , teeth brushed, no fuss and off to sleep.  Here’s the proof.

1507180_10202793356811409_5132326820936536612_n-1When I wrote Instant Grandpa, I thought about “Write what you know and go from there.” As Granny to my my youngest of them all and a writer to boot, it’s a pleasure to incorporate the relationship that grows through the years. Grandest is six and a half. The love of my life and a pain in the butt very often but with humor, we overcome the sass and enjoy each others’ company.

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And Then She Said. . .

65191_4183432700510_2056845522_nAn angel and a devil wrapped into one. Grandest played with her I Pad. Pod? What do I know. Not much since she’s already accused me of not being in kindergarden therefore how smart can I be.

All I heard from the living room was giggles and shouts of glee. Suddenly quiet. She appeared in the kitchen, a huge yellow bounce ball in her hands, an evil glint in those blue eyes.

“Time to play bounce and catch, Grans.” She launched said ball right at me, gale force, and it bounced off my head.

“New rules, little girl. No bopping Grans in her head. ‘kay.?”

“Okay.” As if I’m a spoil sport. “Let’s play roll the ball’.

There we were slamming the ball back and forth, laughing our heads off as she makes up new counting rule every time one of misses. Is it any wonder that I stagger out to my car when daughter returns.

There’s an old song, “The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be many long years ago.” Hmm. How apropo for little Granny.

And Then She Said. . .

“Granny, my tooth just fell out.” Grandest came running with her first tooth in her hand. Excited we found a baggie, she wrote FIRST TOOTH, and sealed it. When daughter came home, there was much ado made over the space and the tooth. I whispered, “Do you leave a quarter in the bag from the tooth fairy?”

Daughter laughed. “Mom, now kids get anywhere from five to ten dollars.”  1469804_10201197728281693_363961362_n

“What?” She nodded. “That’s the going rate.”

Why in the world has the price gone up, I ask you? It’s a natural happening, right? A tooth comes in and in a few years a permanent one takes it’s place. No biggie except for proof of growth and change and the fun worth maybe a quarter or possibly a buck, tops.

I’d rather play hopscotch with her in the driveway and read books and help her with homework the way I did with my kids in days long gone. We also make funny make believe sandwiches and she charges me 2 cents. Now that’s more like it!

And Then She Said. . .

“Grans, remember that boy I waved at last week? He’s cute with brown eyes and dark hair? His name is . .” I turned the corner and pulled into her driveway. Who in the world is she talking about? What kinder garden boy has caught her eye this time? We walked toward her house and she kept up a steady stream. “Well Grans, I can’t get him out of my mind. I’m gonna have to marry him.” I stopped and looked at my blond, blue eyed grandest, purple backpack on her shoulders, serious expression on her sweet face. “Wait until your a little older, honey. ” She frowned and nodded. “Good advice, Grans.”

We went inside where I made her fave Mac and Cheese and together we did homework. I still don’t get the math but I’m sure she’ll teach me. Do you see why I must live to be at least one hundred and ten +?Image

 

 

And Then She Said. . .

I’ve written about the remarkable change in my grandest granddaughter since she entered kinder garden. Yesterday she said with great enthusiasm, “Today we were in the computer for the first time, Grans. I was doing great finding games to play and then I pushed a button I was not supposed to touch and all the screens went dark.”

ImageOMG. What happened next, my author’s mind wondered. So I asked before driving off the road. “No biggie. The computer teacher fixed it and I played more games. I’ll teach you when I’m not too busy.”

And she will, I’m sure. Meanwhile, her mommy, daughter o’ mine and intense teacher told me the munchkin said, while multi-tasking over Mac and Cheese and homework, “Mommy, I have a True or False test for you. Do cats go to school?”

Daughter thought long and hard. Cats rule in their house. “No,” she answered.

“Good answer, Mommy.”

At least I didn’t have to do any homework today.