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Here are the upcoming WWK interviews for the month of July!

July 4th Christopher Huang, A Gentleman's Murder

July 11th V. M. Burns, The Plot Is Murder

July 18th Edith Maxwell (Maddie Day), Death Over Easy

July 25th Shari Randall, Against The Claw

Our July Saturday Guest Blogger Schedule: 7/7--Mary Feliz, 7/14--Annie Hogsett, 7/21--Margaret S. Hamilton, 7/28--Kait Carson.

Our special bloggers for the fifth Monday and Tuesday of July--Kaye George and Paula Gail Benson.

Please welcome two new members to WWK--Annette Dashofy, who will blog on alternative Sundays with Jim Jackson, and Nancy Eady, who will blog on every fourth Monday. Thanks for blogging with us Annette and Nancy!

Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Annette Dashofy's Uneasy Prey was released in March. It is the sixth Zoe Chambers Mystery. The seventh, Cry Wolf, will be released on September 18th. Look for E. B. Davis's interview with Annette on September 19th.

Carla Damron's quirky short story, "Subplot", was published in the Spring edition of The Offbeat Literary Journal. You can find it here: http://offbeat.msu.edu/volume-18-spring-2018/

Tina Whittle's sixth Tai Randolph mystery, Necessary Ends, debuts on April 3, 2018. Look for it here. Tina was nominated for a Derringer Award for her novelette, "Trouble Like A Freight Train Coming." We're all crossing our fingers for her.

James M. Jackson's Empty Promises, the next in the Seamus McCree mystery series (5th), was published on April 3, 2018. Purchase links are here. He's working on Seamus McCree #6 (False Bottom)

Dark Sister, a poetry collection, is Linda Rodriguez's tenth published book. It's available for sale here:

Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.

Shari Randall's second Lobster Shack Mystery, Against the Claw, will be available in July 31, 2018.


Thursday, September 1, 2011

It’s Possible to Go Back to the Future

When my sister, soon after her fiftieth birthday, lost a tooth to an abscess, she couldn’t understand why her sixteen year-old daughter didn’t share the grief and sense of loss. I think my sister suddenly realized she was no longer young. The possibility of losing all her teeth loomed in the future. Her young daughter knew her mom wasn’t young and who cares about losing one tooth when you have thirty-one more?

Now I’m a grandparent, I wonder sometimes how my grandchildren see me. When I was a small kid, I saw clearly all the signs of aging in relatives and neighbors and just accepted the physical changes 1382972-mediumwithout judgment. I don’t think I ever realized that older people might not be able to move fast. If they hesitated to stand or walk, I thought they were lazy.

My dad resisted all technical advances as encroachments on our basic humanity so my family was the last to acquire a television. Most of my childhood, I was intimately involved in the lives of the people who lived on my street.

The oldest people I knew lived on each side of my house. Mr. and Mrs. Geary were in their nineties and Mr. and Mrs. Neighbor (that was their real name) were in their eighties. Neither couple had kids. After living through WWII and the bombing, Mr. and Mrs. Geary took an interest in children and the future generation and asked my mom if I could visit them. My mom came with me because she was afraid I’d damage one of the knickknacks in their house.

They sat me on a foot stool and asked me a lot of questions. I didn’t want to be friends with them but I really wanted one of Mrs. Geary’s huge fans that she used when she had an asthma attack. Mom wouldn’t let them give me a fan.

One day, Mrs. Neighbor took care of me over lunch. I would have thought she was normal except she kept hovering over me while I was eating and she put cloves in the apple pie so the apples were pink instead of being the right color.

When, at the age of four, I met my great-grandmother for the first time (a family dispute kept us apart), she was so old that I thought she was already dead. By one of those miracles of childhood imagination, she could still speak. Maybe the death thing had something to do with the cold, dark basement apartment where she lived and her saying to me, “Go tell your mother that George is dead.” I can’t imagine ever asking a four year-old to do that.

I suspect my grandkids, more familiar with digital toys, are not so intimately involved in the lives of adults around them. The older adults that were part of my early years have remained with me always. Maybe I should be more careful about the impression I leave with my grandkids.

The ancients I remember belong in stories, Gothic or crime—they seemed so fragile and somehow innocent. I’m not sure my siblings saw older adults the way I did. One time, on the television, an announcer said, “In parts of southern England, signs of prehistoric life remain.

“Sure,” my brother said, “there’s Grandma.”

Do you have characters that have haunted your imagination since childhood?


Warren Bull said...

I have memories of my great grandfather who smelled strongly of tobacco and cursed with great frequencies and variety. My mother said as a small child I told him he didn't need to say so many bad words and he tried to clean up his language.

Kara Cerise said...

I remember visiting my aunt and uncle in Alabama and finding their teeth in a glass. That was a scary yet intriguing find for a 4 year old.

Pauline Alldred said...

It always amazed me how much small children can influence senior citizens, Warren.

Kara, one of my sisters became obsessional about taking care of her teeth after she saw our dad's teeth in a glass mug.

E. B. Davis said...

I always liked my grandmother although I found her elusive. She was a reader--her favorite, Dickens. She's been gone for years, but I find that I become more like her as the years go by. I found a childhood photo of her. Not surprisingly, we looked very much alike. I was too young to ask the right questions when she lived. I would have trusted her opinions.

Pauline Alldred said...

Parents discipline and grandparents spoil. It's a generalization but it's true often enough for many kids to remember grandparents with a lot of affection, I think, Elaine.

Pamela Beason, Author said...

I adored my grandparents, who were Kansas farmers. My grandpas built barns and welded machinery and dug ponds. My grandmas canned and quilted and took care of chickens and milked cows and chopped the egg-thieving snakes in half. They all loved books and had great respect for education. It wasn't until a visitor asked about how my grandpa dammed up the river and built a waterfall that I realized how unusual he was. I try to keep this wonderful "can do" independence alive through the characters in my books.