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March 18, 2012 – On Losing a Friend
Two Rivers Romance Authors lost a friend this week. Linda Young passed away last Saturday. Linda had previously been a member of Two Rivers. She had completed a manuscript and was looking for a publisher.
Linda was a very sweet lady. She enjoyed many activities including quilting and riding her motorbike. It was not unusual for Linda to jump on her bike on warm, sunny days and ride to her heart’s content. She was a free-spirited soul.
Linda will be missed by all who knew her. Rest in peace.
January 29, 2012 – Jordyn and Lady Antebellum
This is so exciting! Our own Jordyn Meryl attended a “Meet and Greet” with Lady Antebellum last night. She gave them a copy of “Blue Jeans & Stilettos”! That’s the book Hillary is holding. Hope Hillary stayed up all night reading it!
Jordyn Meryl and Lady Antebellum
August 28, 2011 – The Groundhog
So, last year I had a groundhog take up residence under the gazebo in my backyard. Now this fellow is no little tyke. To me, he looks like the Sumo wrestler of groundhogs. How he manages to crawl underneath the steps on my gazebo I’ll never know. But, he is cute.
But, over the winter months there’s been a change. Now there’s a smaller groundhog living underneath my gazebo along with the Sumo wrestler! This one is so-o-o cute, too.
I don’t have the heart to capture them and relocate them alongside a riverbank some place. Not me! I’ll just keep putting food out for them and I’m sure by next year, the Sumo wrestler’s entire family will be living underneath my gazebo. He may invite a few relatives, too.
A Tale of Two Rivers – Gertie Mae Gillespie
Darn little dog always under foot. I’ll get my hands on it one of these days. Now, just listen to all this chatter going on about that bone. People are always up to no good, I tell ya. It’s a good thing I’ve got my trusty sidekick right here in my purse. Never know when I’m going to need it. There’s trouble brewing in Two Rivers and I’m gonna get to the bottom of it.
Seems everybody has an opinion of just who that bone belongs to but nobody knows for sure. Some say it was the stranger that came through town a while back. Others say it was one of our own that we just lost track of and hadn’t thought about in years. Some say there was an old man who used to live over in the Hawthorne house and that he kept his wife locked in the attic. Some said they could see her standing in front of that attic window late at night but come to think of it, they hadn’t seen her in a few years. Just plum forgot about her.
I’ve been talking and listening all morning long and I’m getting some good stuff. Later on tonight, I’ll piece all this information together and see what I can come up with.
Haven’t seen that sheriff lately. Don’t know what he’s up to. Probably hiding out someplace to keep from having to do sheriff work. This younger generation don’t know how to put in a good day’s work anymore. And where’s that deputy? Love sick puppy that he is. Can’t get a good day’s work outta him neither.
Guess it’s just up to me to solve this case. Guess I’ll go interview my next witness.
A Tale of Two Rivers – Gertie Mae Gillespie
Got my revolver out and I’m getting it all cleaned up and ready for action. Speaking of action, ol’ Gertie Mae could use a little action herself. Wonder what that handsome Haurvatat’s doing this evening? He sure does keep to himself a lot. Gotta see if I can’t loosen that studly muffin up a little bit.
Did you hear a bone’s been found? Yep, it’s a human bone, too. Think I’ll toddle on over to the Cafe and see what’s going on over there. You jest don’t know what you gonna hear in that place.
A Tale of Two Rivers – Gertie Mae Gillespie
Well, I have a strange menagerie of neighbors, don’t I? And that’s not all of them. For the most part they’re all harmless. But there are a lot of secrets in this town, starting with that human bone they just dug up. It’s been there awhile and ol’ Gertie here may know just who put it there.
See, I don’t sleep so well and ol’ Gertie is up at all hours of the night and she sees some strange goings on. Now, I don’t “kiss and tell” so to speak but I’ve seen who slips into whose house after dark when they think they’re not being seen. And I’ve seen who plants rose bushes in the middle of the night in their backyard. But I keep my mouth shut and my Daddy’s Colt 45 right handy for emergency purposes.
Now, ol’ Gert might be a tad bit old but it does get lonely around here sometimes so I been eyeing me a feller lately. You know, just somebody to talk to on cold winter nights. Ain’t quite got the goods on him yet, but I’m working on it. I been snooping around his place when I can. He lives in a trailer out by the river. I’ll let you know what I find out ’bout him.
A Tale of Two Rivers – Gertie Mae Gillespie
My name’s Gertie Mae Gillespie. I live in the small Midwest town of Two Rivers. Now, ol’ Gertie here, as most folks call me nowadays, has lived here all 76 feisty years of my life. I say feisty because that’s how people think of me. They say to me “Gertie, you’re the feistiest little thing.” And yeah, I guess you’d see me as little since I’m 5 foot 2 and a little on the skinny side. But in my day I was a looker. I think now they call ‘em “hotties”. I had a set of bazookas that just blew men away. Now they just get in my way.
I still have my daddy’s revolver, a Colt 45, in my purse. I never know when I’m gonna need it. See, I’m a bounty hunter, too. Once, about forty or so years ago, a man came through Two Rivers. Lord, have mercy, but that man was the handsomest thing I’d ever seen. He could charm the horns off a bull. Me, being all green and such, fell hook, line and sinker for his bedroom voice and heart stopping eyes. Charmed me right out of everything I owned of any value. Then he took my ol’ Chevrolet and left town in the middle of the night. Ain’t seen him since. Say good riddance, too. I found out later he was a criminal! That’s when I decided to turn bounty hunter. So I carry my daddy’s revolver in case I run into any more criminals like that. That way, I can just shoot ‘em when they start with their charming ways.
Now, back to what I was talking about – Two Rivers. Go grab a cup of coffee, pull up a chair and I’ll tell you all those dirty little secrets of the residents who live here in my town.
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