Sixty-Six Days with my Uncle the Author

Today it is an honor for me to share a book with you authored by my Uncle Lloyd. First, let me tell you a bit about Uncle Lloyd, the man. We will get to the book a little later.

Uncle Lloyd was married to my mother's sister, Mary, until she died from cancer. He has since remarried to a lovely lady. Lloyd and Mary had two sons, my cousins Johnny and Bobby.

When I was a young girl, I recall my Uncle Lloyd being sick, tuberculosis I think, but do not quote me on that being fact. I do recall when we would visit that my uncle never hugged or touched us and my aunt was a "germ freak."

Thus, my favorite memory of my Uncle Lloyd was one from a family reunion in 1999. This reunion was held on my Aunt Helen's 5-acre piece of land and 76 members of the clan were present, many of us camping out on the property for more than a week. We are pretty much a rowdy bunch of hillbillies, so we were drinking, smoking, really partying it up. I will never forget someone yelling, "Here comes Uncle Lloyd!" It was as though an alarm had been sounded! Everyone dashed to hide their beer cans and cigarettes and put on their shirts, ha! Not me! I may be a "heathen" but you can take me or leave me, just the way that I am!

Back to that special moment ... I walked right up to my Uncle Lloyd and hugged him ... And HE hugged ME right back! I think that is the only time my Uncle Lloyd ever hugged me and I will never forget that he did. And I will never forget that he stayed all day and late into the night out there in the country with his family, right down to the earth with the rest of us!

My Uncle Lloyd is a retired pastor in the Church of the Nazarene here in Ohio. He has authored several books.

Today I share from my signed copy of Sixty-Six Days Sixty-Six Books: A Brief Message From Each Book of the Bible, by author Lloyd D, Grimm, JR.

100 words from The Proof of Our Love, page 89. Background Scripture: St. Mark 5:1-20:

"We are prone to take for granted that most men know the basics of our Christian faith, but it is not so, even here in America. Years ago in one of my pastorates, I contacted a young boy on the street and invited him to our church. After talking awhile, he asked me, "What time does the show start?" But there are many adults groping in darkness, who are just as ignorant of the soul saving message we have to offer.

Again I say the greatest proof of our love for Jesus is to obey Him by heeding His..."



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100 Words: Mother, Wife, Myself

Spending a lot of my online time at Squidoo, I often run across authors new to me and new books to add to the collection on one of my many bookshelves. I really get excited when that new author is a writer of poetry.

That said, today I would like to introduce you to author Mimi Koay and her newly published book of poetry and prose "Mother, Wife, Myself: Poems about finding yourself after becoming a mother and wife."

I share with you now from my copy of the softback book, pages 14 and 15:

Time Waits For No Mom

"Why do you give up your career?"
"Don't you feel bored staying at home?"
To those nay Sayers, I can only say....

With kids, time lost can never be regained. Play, read and talk to your children TODAY while they still want you to!

MUMMY PLAY WITH ME

3 years old

Mummy, mummy, play with me

Not now hon, mummy's busy

Mummy, mummy, play with me

Mummy's sleeping, can't you see

Mummy, mummy, play with me!

Not again! Please let me be!

7 years old

Mummy, mummy, read with me

Not now hon, mummy's busy

Mummy's cooking...

Ah! In rhyme play the years stroll along! In a hurry to read the rest of this poem? Download the Kindle version of Mother, Wife, Myself.

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Floating in Midair WoW 100 Words

I should be sleeping, yet I continue the reading of No Greater Sacrifice by author John C. Stipa, now sharing 100 words of Chapter XLIII, page 239:

     She thrust the relic high above her head. "GUYS, I FOUND IT!"
     At first, Renee could only blink away the rain trying to understand the bizarre vision in the distance. What the hell? Someone within the horseshoe semi-circle of stones had lit an oil torch, the glow illuminating an object floating in midair.
     Stuffing the bronze piece in her back pocket, Renee took several half-walking, half-lurching steps, then fell to her knees. There, in the inner circle of Stonehenge, strung from the top of the largest bluestone, his arms splayed out to either side, David Giovanni Arturo had been crucified.

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Wine, Candlelight, and Hot Water

No Greater Sacrifice WoW 100 Words

Are we Screenwriters of our Lives?

Angel of Death Spirals Forth

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Angel of Death Spirals Forth

Continuing my reading of No Greater Sacrifice by author John C. Stipa, I now share with you all 101 words of Chapter XXII, page 134:

     Dehorsouei waited for the target to stop moving about.
     They were in a nearly perfect line; it would be a difficult shot.
     He moved the crosshairs into position on the man's head. Blowing air from his lungs, he gracefully slid his left arm down the shaft of the rifle, pulling the butt snugly into his cheek.
     A whisper escaped his lips. "Away with such a fellow from the earth, for it is not fit that he should live."
     Released by his gentle squeeze, the angel of death, encased in a jacket of lead, belched from the barrel in a horrific explosion.

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Are we Screenwriters of our Lives?

I am thoroughly enjoying the reading of No Greater Sacrifice by author John C. Stipa. It is difficult to choose an excerpt to share, as I am finding each part of the story intriguing with meat of the story in each morsel.

This week I share 100 words from chapter VI, page 55:

     "...a test."
     "I wouldn't put it that way. Maybe His plan is as simple as this: He built a place for us to be born, live, and die, to quote you. Either we choose to live a good life or we don't. And when it's all over, it is we who control whether we are worthy of His company."
     Renee sat forward and squared her body to him. "You make it sound like it's a theatre production for God. And life on Earth is the audition."
     "Yes, only we are the screenwriters, with the ability to dictate our own legacy."

And later in this dialogue, David asks Renee, "You got a better theory?"

How about you? How would you answer the question?

My response would be similar to a poetic creation of mine of January 2010, originally posted to Gather as Supporting Players...

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No Greater Sacrifice WoW 100 Words

Last week I finished reading and posted my Book Review of Disrupted Lives. This week, I begin reading No Greater Sacrifice by author John C. Stipa, which while barely into the first chapter already promises to be an amazing journey of nearly 400 pages.

Today, I share with you from Chapter 1, page 17:

     Renee's eyebrows went up. "What do you know about this ritual?"
     "It is heresay mostly, but the ceremony was a rite of passage for religious students wishing to elevate their spiritual awareness. There were five stages. One of them involved purification--"
     "Purification?" Renee interrupted. She pulled away and stared intently into his eyes. "Of what?"
     "One's soul possibly?" Dimitri shrugged. "Why?"
     Renee hesitated before responding. Should I tell him? And then what, ask him if he thinks the ceremony might cure me? Yeah, right, that will sound sober. She moved back into his embrace. "Just curious. Tell me more."

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WoW 100 Roommate Reader Choice

Due to the loss of a family member, I've not read at all this past week. Thus, my friend and roommate, Scott, is selecting my WoW 100 Words share for you this week. Scott had shown an interest in this book when it arrived in my mailbox and has completed reading: Disrupted Lives by author Brenda Youngerman.

Scott's thoughts on this Youngerman novel:

"The book is well put together, having accurate history about the old south, and customs, and how racially prejudiced people really were. I enjoyed the two brothers, how they lived apart; how they both became pro quarterbacks was fantastic.

And yes! Yes, I would buy the book! But, of course, I didn't have to because I read Ruthi's copy, before she did!"

Scott's choice words to share with you are from chapter EIGHT, page 64:

    
     The acquittal of Kelvin Farm was headline news in Atlanta. Fiona, who had not spoken to Chad in over six months, called and said, "Did you do that?"
     "Do what Mama?"
     "Get that colored out of jail?"
     "Yes, ma'am, I did!" he said jubilantly.
     "Shame on you!" she said, "I have never been as ashamed of you as I am today." She hung up the phone.
     Chad put the receiver back into the cradle and just stared at the phone. What is wrong with her, he thought.
     Chad quickly became the defender of those who were innocent and were willing...

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WoW 100 Words Over the Hill

While reading the passage I'll share with you in a bit, a phrase jumped up and gave me a chuckle ... I just had to look up the definition to be sure if my thinking I'm over-the-hill is correct.

As defined by TheFreeDictionary: over-the-hill:

adj. Informal

1. Past the peak of one's youthful vigor and freshness.

2. Far along in life; old.

Adj. 1. over-the-hill - too old to be useful

Okay, so I can pretty much agree with 1 and 2 Informal. However, I most certainly do not agree with Adj. 1 definition. I am most certainly quite useful, still, no matter my age; in fact, maybe moreso because of my age.

So, am I over-the-hill? Absolutely not and will never think so again! How about you? Do you consider yourself over-the-hill?

Sharing a 100 word excerpt from Chapter Four, page 45, of The Book of Ruth by author Jane Hamilton:

"May was thirty-eight years old when I was born. She probably thought I was going to be retarded since she was over the hill. I wonder if she enjoyed carrying me. I wonder if she ate liver and spinach and drank a quart of milk a day, like they tell you you must. Sometimes, the way I get so tired, I suspect May never ate the right food. I feel like I don't have all the ingredients a person is supposed to have.

I've already described most of the main events that happened to me when we were a family..."

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