Smorgasbord Poetry – Requiem for a Grandfather by Sally Cronin

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I wrote verses from a very early age and filled books with them. Then I moved onto short stories; only rarely written anything but the occasional haiku. However, I am revisiting my scribbles and reworking some that go back nearly 50 years.

This one is a little more recent and is the poem that I wrote following my first visit to my grandfather’s grave in Northern France in 1998.

My mother was thirteen months old when her father was killed on November 2nd 1918. He was 31 years old and had been home for her birth following his third wound of the war since joining up in 1914. He had received this latest one when rescuing one of his officers from the front line. He received the Military Medal for his bravery.

He returned to the front when Mollie was six months old.  Her mother told her stories about him…

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Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – Poetry Reading and Interview – Judy E. Martin

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Delighted to welcome Judy E. Martin to the Cafe today for her poetry reading and interview. It has been a bitter sweet week for Judy as she has left her community nursing teams behind as she begins her three year nursing university course. Very exciting and all of us in her other community of writers wish her every success.

Time to introduce Judy to those of you who might not have met her before. From my experience Judy spreads light and sunshine with her witty and very funny Poetry and then draws you in with some pathos that makes you relate to issues in your own life. As you will see her heroines had the same ability and we all hope that despite this new and important project ahead, she will still have time to entertain us.

Don’t forget that this is an interactive interview and Judy would love to…

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HAYES SISTERS —PART 2

Clara continued to read. A short while later she heard Lena coming down the stairway that led to the kitchen. “It’s about time you woke up Lena”.

“It’s only eight o’clock Clara. I don’t get up with the birds like you”.

“The early bird catches the worm”. Replied Clara.

“I don’t like worms”. Lena said with a smile as she entered the kitchen.

“Clem Bristol is dead Lena”.

“What”! Lena said with a shocked look on her face.

“You heard me. Clem Bristol is dead. Seems he died while we were in Atlantic City. The newspaper said they are doing an autopsy but that he most likely died from natural causes”.

“I don’t believe that”, Lena replied. He was the picture of health”. Clara handed her the newspaper.

“Here, read it for yourself”. Lena took the paper from Clara and sat down at the table. Clara made her a cup of tea and some toast.

“It says here they are trying to get in touch with his son Jeffery. Oh, that poor boy and him an only child. Does he still live in California Clara”?

“I suppose so, but I saw him in town a day or so before we left, he was at the Tea Room having lunch with Clem. Sounded like they were having a disagreement about something but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I only know he was staying at the Golden Lion Motel and not at his father’s house”.

“Really”? Lena looked up at her sister in surprise.

“That’s what I heard. The new waitress, I think her name is Gloria told me. Come to think of it, she was being quite flirty with Jeffery that day. Personally, I don’t think Clem died of natural causes”.

“Oh, Clara, you’re not going to start playing detective again are you”?  Acting like she didn’t even hear her sister she replied with a smile; “I think we should have lunch at the Tea Room today”. Lena just shook her head and said;

“Here we go again”.

Connecting the Chapters of Our Lives – Guest Post by, Cynthia Reyes…

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(Or: The glue that holds your Memoir together)

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Not everyone writes their memoir in a chronological order. Often, we write as we remember. But once we’ve written some or all of the chapters of our lives, we find ourselves with a puzzle. What we have is a bunch of stories without a main thread tying them together into one journey.

How to put some order on the disorder? Make a single narrative out of the wonderful chaos of our memories?

Here are 6 tips to help you transform what you’ve written into one story — the powerful story of your remarkable life.

1: My first suggestion: Leave it, then Re-read it. This time, you’re looking for the theme/s and progression of your story. Try this process:

  1. Put the manuscript aside; leave it alone for some days.
  2. Now reread,

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Smorgasbord Blogger Daily – 25th April 2017 – Patricia Salamone, Teagan Geneviene, Jane Dougherty and Granny Moon.

Thank you for including me in your post today, Sally. I am humbled and honored.

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Smorgasbord Blogger Daily

Time for the small slice of blogging that I would like to share with you today.. Please do not be shy and add the link to your latest post in the comments.

Patricia Salamone of The Italian Thing book and blog has begun another of her serialised stories. The Hayes Sisters.. Part One.

Clara Hayes sat at her kitchen table sipping a cup of tea and reading the morning paper. She was enjoying the quiet and the sound of the waves from the Atlantic Ocean crashing against the jetty’s that ran along the beach. It was the end of April and the crowds would soon be swarming to the small town of Cape May. The peaceful town would soon be filled with people for the summer. Her sister Lena wasn’t an early riser nor a morning person so Clara had the kitchen to herself.

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THE HAYES SISTERS PART 1

Clara Hayes sat at her kitchen table sipping a cup of tea and reading the morning paper. She was enjoying the quiet and the sound of the waves from the Atlantic Ocean crashing against the jetty’s that ran along the beach. It was the end of April and the crowds would soon be swarming to the small town of Cape May. The peaceful town would soon be filled with people for the summer. Her sister Lena wasn’t an early riser nor a morning person so Clara had the kitchen to herself. The sisters lived in a big Victorian house left to them by their parents. Both ladies were in their seventies and had lived in the big old comfortable house all of their lives, neither was ever married, however, they were not virgins either. They just returned from a trip to Atlantic City late last evening. Both sisters liked to play the slot machines and took several trips a year to visit the casinos. It was the one luxury they allowed themselves.

On the front page, the headline MAN FOUND DEAD IN HIS HOME. Clara was shocked to read that it was Clem Bristol. She and Lena had spoken to him before they left and he seemed the picture of health. Of course, he was also in his seventies but was a bright and active man. He lived a few houses down from her and Lena. Most of the homes on Beech St. were big Victorian homes built many years before. Clem kept his home in beautiful condition as he like Clara and her sister made their additional income renting rooms to the summer stock, as they were classified. When the crowds left after the season he was known to entertain quite a few lady friends but never married. Clara thought him quite sexy but not that good in bed.

The newspaper said an autopsy was being done but there were no results yet. The paper stated that his Handy Man found him lying on his Parlor floor when he arrived to do some work and called the police. The article said that it was probably a natural death but Clara didn’t believe that for one minute. She would discuss it with her sister when Lena woke up. Something was fishy on Beech St. and she intended to find out what.

Acorn — Björn Rudbergs writings

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Home is like your fist,
an acorn waiting to spring root.

Home is not your prison of convention,
nor a migrant’s shelter,
it’s neither pillow nor the pavement.

Home is a special state of mind
that one day you will find
in the silence of your soil.

It’s fading heartbeats
and an oak tree growing.

via Acorn — Björn Rudbergs writings

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Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore Author Update – Mary C. Blowers, Bette A. Stevens and P.H. Solomon

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Welcome to this week’s first cafe and bookstore update. And the first author with some news is Mary C. Blowers in collaboration with Leah Cutter, Blaze Ward, Douglas Smith and Prasenjeet Kumar with a box set for authors. Ultimate Guides to Indie Publishing – Make yourself a best seller. On pre-order for April 26th.

About the Ultimate guides To Indie Publishing Box Set

I remember sending photocopies of my manuscript out to children’s book publishers, only to be met by rejection.

Imagine my delight when I heard I could publish on my own very inexpensively.

Authors no longer have to wait for acceptance by the big Five–Hachette, HarperCollins, MacMillan, Penguin Random House and Simon Schuster–or find an agent. Just write and upload. You’ll need a cover and some other features, but it’s really possible to do it yourself.

My children’s book? It’s now The Prophecy of Enchantria, available on Amazon…

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EVERY TYPE OF PIZZA!! – TUTTI I TIPI DI PIZZA PER NOI!

It’s the real deal.

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Hi my friends!

How are you ?

Yesterday was Saturday and this means just one thing: PIZZAAAAAA!

You can eat every type of pizza, the important thing is that it must be the delicious!!!

We, for practical and economic reasons, use frozen pizzas and we usually take them all Margherita and then we stuff them how we prefer: wurstel, sausage, onions, cheese, vegetables and everything you like.

But yesterday, as they were on sale at Esselunga (as soon as possible the article about my Grocery Shopping, after so much time), we got the pizzas already stuffed.

Now I show you in order:

  • Pizza with Sausage and Potatoes, without red sauce but ricotta cheese and mozzarella: this was mine, and it is absolutely delicious, I have the advice!
  • Pizza with Vegetables, even this without red sauce but rather stracchino and ricotta: this for my mom, and she said…

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How to make a sweet baby out of fondant tutorial

Amazing!!! ☺

Robbie's inspiration

How to make a baby out of fondant tutorial

Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series

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