The book could have been called March Madness Murders and that would have fit. Instead, the title is Moonstruck and Murderous which is a good description too. But, what, exactly is “moonstruck”? Another word for moon is luna. And, from that comes lunatic. So, you get the idea. Moonstruck is a somewhat lesser way of […]
Jan 25, 2021
A Sweet Treat
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Chapter 6 Miss Georgia baked that tried and true picker-upper that always made folks feel just a bit better, a coconut cream pie. It was still warm from the oven when she placed it in a basket and took it two doors down to Roe Williams’ house. As she passed Abigail’s home, her friend waved […]
Jan 21, 2021
A Little Bit of Gossip
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Chapter 4 Miss Georgia surely did enjoy her Sunday School class of women, all of them being about her and Abigail’s age. If truth be known, she particularly enjoyed the socializing that took place before Priss Butters began to expound the Scriptures. Before Miss Georgia joined the class, Abigail said, things were a lot […]
Jan 19, 2021
A Visit from the Sheriff
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Chapter Two Memories flashed through Miss Georgia’s mind of a boy who had teased her all the way through her growing up years, a boy who lived on a farm just a short way from her family’s home, a boy who left to join the War when he was much too young and who, […]
Jan 9, 2021
Conclusion–The Christmas Barn
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The cold wind blew their leaves away. The three friends shivered and wished for day. “We can’t just do nothing,” the raccoon said. “Come on, squirrel and chipmunk. Let’s go a bit farther. Maybe we’ll find food.” Sighing, the squirrel straightened up and took Chipmunk’s hand. On they went, through the cold night. They […]
Jan 8, 2021
The Christmas Barn
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What with one thing and another, I didn’t get this children’s story up before Christmas, so here it is now, only a couple of weeks late. Heh heh. Half today and half tomorrow; it’s kind of long. The Christmas Barn The 200-year old barn was empty and lonely. No longer did horses stamp their feet […]
