Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Season of Thanksgiving

Leann here. I hope y'all had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  My son-in-law cooked the turkey this year and did a wonderful job.  Our numbers were somewhat reduced due to my mom and sister-in-law weren't feeling well.  But we had a wonderful time.  Thanksgiving is probably my favorite holiday.  It has not been commercialized.  It is a time for giving thanks.  And what I enjoy the most about turkey day is turkey sandwiches with dressing and cranberries on it.  It is the best.

What is your favorite part of Thanksgiving?

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Captain Brenda Kaye

If y'all recall in Beth's book, Redemption Ranch, there was a character, Captain Brenda Kaye.  When she appeared in the book, she wanted to take over.  Every time I started writing on Redemption Ranch, "Kaye" as she wants to be called--not Brenda, kept coming to my mind first.  After several days, I had to talk to the captain and say, "This is not your book, but you can have  your own."  With that promise, Kaye behaved. 

I am now writing Kaye's book.  She's back home and dealing with lots of baggage after being injured  when a insurgent walked into the cafe where she was meeting with several Iraqi women and blew himself up.  She's spent a lot of time in the hospital.  The hero of that book, Caleb Jensen, who is a pick-up rider in the rodeo.  He's facing a few problems of his own.  Now, for Kaye's eagerness to interrupt Beth's book, she's mighty reluctant to talk now.  I'll get it out of her, rest assured.

Since Caleb is a pick-up rider, I needed to do some research and  went to a rodeo in a neighboring town..  All research such be such fun.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Happy Veteran's Day

Mom in her uniform
 Church was opened with a selection of all the military theme songs.  There is nothing more soul stirring than to hear those songs.It calls to the deepest part of our souls.  This country owes a debt of gratitude to those brave men and women who fought.  They gave of themselves and in doing so, were tested in fire.
I find myself in awe.  Both my parents and husband were Army and I'm proud of them.  If you go to your local cemetery and walk through, you'll see head markers of young men who never made it to the age to 20.  The cemetery where my husband's family is buried, there are several grave stones not far from where our family is and they all read the same date in 1941. 
Please take a moment and give thanks to those brave solider/sailors/marines/coast guard that paid the price of freedom.
Dad setting in front of his barracks.