Cathy C. Hall Writes

The Beneficent Mr. Hall, Cathy-on-a-Stick, and yours truly went on a train ride and met some wonderful people.

“Ha,ha,” they laughed upon seeing Cathy-on-a-Stick. “You must give us your card so we can follow her adventures!”

“How kind,” I said. Now where did I put those business cards?

After the train ride, we checked into a lovely B & B, where we met even more wonderful people.

“Ha,ha,” they laughed (again) after seeing Cathy-on-a-Stick. “Please give us your card!” Hmmm…where ARE those cards?

Upon returning home, I found the business cards. In the box. On my desk.

I’m sure you don’t need me to draw you a picture about What Not To Do, grasshopper.

Dear Donna (of Donna’s Book Pub),

You cannot imagine how thrilled I was to receive my contest-winning package today! Why, the very first thing I did was open that bubble gum and start chewing! I wanted to blow a BIG bubble for you, to show you just how much I appreciated my prizes!

So I chewed my Citrus Bubblegum a bit because you can’t blow a bubble just like that. And while I chewed, I read a delightful story, written by your granddaughter, Cari. The story was from the very first Cuivre River Anthology (of the Saturday Writers) and it was all about Crazy Aunt Cloe. I thought it was sorta funny that me and crazy Aunt Cloe’s names both begin with C. In fact, there are many folks who have called me crazy. But I figure that was all just a BIG coincidence.

Then I thought maybe the gum was ready, so I tried to blow my bubble. And then I said to myself, “Self, wouldn’t it be a fine thing if I could show off my bubble-blowing?” You see, Donna, when I was a wee, little girl, I won a bubble-blowing contest. You don’t forget skills like that. Off I went to find the camera. But when I took the picture, it came out like this:

It was a lousy bubble, anyway. So I chewed some more and read (though there were moments when I forgot to chew, so riveting were the words that crossed the pages) your story from A Cup of Comfort for Military Families. Then I collected myself and blew again.

Do you know how hard it is to blow a bubble and take a picture of it at the same time? But I persevered, because you’re a special person, and dadgum it, you went to a lot of trouble for me. And you shared your wonderful stories with me. So, Donna, this bubble’s for you!

Warmly,