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What a trip!

Photo: Gracie is with us too chilling under the tree. 󾬐Grandest and Mia, two very strong girls thanks to TaeKwando and Karate plus swimming and gymnastics. And here’s the latest addition to the family, Tommy boy.

Grandest is on the move again. This time with her Dad and his family gone to Bermuda for a week. Will we miss her? You bet. Sunday, she and her BFF, Mia two years older like big sister/little sister, played for two hours in our above ground pool, swimming so well I was moved to tears. Legs once short, now long and getting lanky, kicked while arms reached and hands cupped the water to cross the 48 foot pool effortlessly. Applause, applause with sitting ovation as I tried to concentrate on writing and on their safety.

Years ago my first love and I flew to Bermuda, played tennis and golf and watched fireworks through the hotel veranda on the Fourth of July. I’ll never forget the patriotic fever we had that night. We found a gorgeous empty beach  and made love in the pounding sapphire surf.

Today I reconnected with my Canadian friend and terrific author, Anne Lange. I’m today’s guest on her blog. Please check us out, have fun and leave a comment.  Thanks for your support, my friends.

http://authorannelange.com/2014/07/14/author-spotlight-farewell-hello-by-charmaine-gordon/

 

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Enter Into My Imagination

ImageI recall  “Enter Into My Imagination” as words spoken by Richard Kiley starring as Don Quixote  in Man of La Mancha on Broadway back in the seventies. Maybe the first words in the opening scene. His song “The Impossible Dream” became a major hit.

“During the Spanish Inquisition in the late 1500s, an impoverished storyteller named Miguel Cervantes is thrown into a dungeon. His fellow inmates threaten to steal his possessions and toss his newly written novel into the fire.

To save his book (and perhaps his life), he draws upon the sympathies of the prisoners by reenacting the misadventures of Don Quixote. The inmates become caught up with Cervantes’ imagination, and they become part of this play-within-a-play.

The Character of Don Quixote: The original novel pokes fun of Quixote, reveling in his obliviousness. In Cervantes’ fiction, Don Quixote warns the readers of the dangers of fantasy and the delusions of grandeur. The novel was published in two parts. The first part displays Quixote as a confused, well-meaning buffoon. The second part becomes more serious, ending with Don Quixote’s deathbed renunciation of chivalry.

The musical version, based upon Dale Wasserman’s 1959 teleplay, contrasts a few of the themes from the original material. Don Quixote is naïve and prone to hallucination, but the audience favors Quixote’s imagination versus the brutal reality of the everyday world.(culled from Wikipedia)

Becoming a professional actor was my impossible dream come true and when my voice failed I dreamed of writing a book. This impossible dream came true. I’m going to share how my latest story is coming to fruition. Another Impossible Dream. Difficult to sit after hip replacement surgery and blah, blah numerous woes, it’s easy to stagger away from the task of focusing on writing. I have a steely reserve and decided to fight lethargy. Here comes the funny part. Without humor, you can’t survive, folks.

I dug myself into a hole after finding a hero and heroine with conflicts, all the good stuff before happy ever after BUT I gave her a career as a lawyer. I know nothing about law, courtroom drama was not on my mind and what the hell? I wrote what I considered to be a good, no great scene and didn’t know what to do when the bad guy showed up for the big conference. Nothing to do except go to sleep where all solutions never fail. I woke up smiling, not what you’re thinking, kids, and wrote a plausible solution. Yippee! Forty thou word count and more to go before The End. Watch for The Catch to be released by Vanilla Heart mid February.

Thanks for reading, my friends. Remember to make your Impossible Dream possible.

 

A Ghost of Thanksgiving Past. . .

Looking back and forth with author Charmaine Gordon

The Ghost of Thanksgiving Past

Back in the days when people didn’t lock the front door or car doors, the big family I belonged to gathered at my parent’s home for Thanksgiving. When I say big-I’m talking BIG. Grandma and Grandpa had ten kids. My mom was in the middle and somehow she became the hub of the wheel of this family.

Picture this: Grandparents seated at one end of the table, candlelight shining on their white hair and proud faces. At the other end sat my father, leaning back in the chair, master of all he surveyed. Every other chair was occupied by an uncle while my aunts scurried back and forth from kitchen to dining room carrying trays heaped with enough food to feed a small nation. And as they served, they managed to gossip about everything and everyone.

Did I mention that the table extended into the living room? Well it did, to accommodate all the cousins who were up to no good. Boys of all ages and me, the first girl born to this rowdy bunch and two quiet girl cousins. We couldn’t wait to finish dinner and crawl under the grown-up table and sit with legs of various relatives all around us, while we listened to adult conversation and tried to stifle laughter. We weren’t discovered until cigar and cigarette smoke from above sent us coughing and choking for fresher air.

Ah, sweet memories of the ghost of Thanksgiving past.

                                                And now for a different kind of Thanksgiving.

TO BE CONTINUED” Romance in a ‘survive and thrive’ world

This takes place at St.Paul’s Church in Westchester County, New York where the soup kitchen is renowned for generous meals. Beth Malone, the protagonist in my story, volunteers her time as a way of giving back to the community. In this chapter, Susie, her daughter, questions why and what her mother is doing there and learns about giving.

Susie said, “What’s your domain, Mom?”

Beth laughed. “The kitchen, of course. It’s high tech and on, Thursday’s all mine. But not for too long. The regular chef is pregnant, due in a week. I’m filling in.”

“Do you like doing it? It seems like a lot of work.”

Beth picked up the pace, eager to see what lay ahead in the kitchen. “I came here to give something back to the community since I have so much. Yes, I like it. A lot.” A lot better than years trying to please your father. Did I really clean the dirt out of his golf clubs?

When Beth opened the kitchen door, she was overwhelmed with the number of volunteers—old and young—aprons tied around their waists listening to clean-shaven Harold speak clearly about kitchen chores. Heads turned and she greeted the group.

“I don’t want to interrupt Harold. He seems to have everything under control.” She introduced her family telling them Javier,her son-in-law,  was an experienced chef and he was there as a volunteer.

Harold continued with his list. When Beth moved near him, he showed the written items to her. She asked if he’d mind her adding a few ideas to simplify and he nodded it was fine.

Quickly two kinds of stuffing were in preparation, three people worked on fresh vegetable platters and fruit cups. One large pot was reserved for turkey gravy and a mixture of flour and water was stirred carefully.

Cheers went up when the turkeys were delivered. Javier checked each one to make sure they were all fully cooked. Beth watched the big clock. Pies were due any minute. Sam volunteered for pie pick-up and delivery since the bakery was on his way to the church. A knock at the door. One of the kids opened the heavy door and called out.

“Sam’s here with the pumpkin pies. He needs help bringing them in. Clear a table.”

Everyone loved Sam, the sport agent with inside stories about star jocks. They flocked around him whenever he showed up. Four teens ran out and staggered back, carefully placing boxes on the table and ran out for more. Every time the door opened, a cold blast of air swept through the warm kitchen. The table almost groaned with the boxes. At last they came back empty handed.

Beth opened one box. The pie was gorgeous, crust fluted and so flaky she was tempted to taste it. So she did. Heaven. Soon they had to be opened and placed on the dessert table. She wore her chef’s hat at a jaunty angle and the starched jacket half-buttoned. Beth hadn’t cooked, stirred or peeled anything. Just watched and barked out orders. She liked being chef.

Suddenly Sam came in the back door, walked directly to her, grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out the door. A few wolf whistles echoed from the kitchen. She steered him to the closest room; dark and quiet. Without a word, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her long and sweet until they were breathless. Coming up for air, Beth said, “What. . .” Her words were cut off with another kiss.

“I missed you last night,” another kiss, “and this morning.”

“Lisa, Maverick, and the twins are joining us for dinner.” In the shadows she saw a look of pleasure on his face. “After they leave, I can thank you properly for the pies.”

Holding hands, they strolled back to the kitchen.

 

From a distance, Susie watched her mom and a man exit a room holding hands. She wondered who the hell he was and what he meant to Mom to bring a rosy glow to her cheeks.

After hearing about Mom’s kindness from the pregnant chef and the once battered woman in the locker room, Susie realized, for the first time, how lucky she was to have such a special mother.

 
http://www.amazon.com/Be-Continued-Charmaine-Gordon/dp/1935407430

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