An Oldie But a Goody (In My Humble Opinion)

So if you’re reading this because you received notice about a new post here at Cathy C. Hall, then this random essay might not make much sense. But if you’ve come here from my Muffin post, then yes, this is the 2007 opinion I mentioned and thus makes perfect sense.

(And if you’re totally confused, don’t worry about it. Just enjoy my essay that originally was published in the Atlanta Journal Constitution in 2007. It’s probably in the archives but who can figure those out?)

 

 

 Photo Fallout

pexels-photo-242433This past Thanksgiving I was visiting with my parents when I found a box jam-packed with grainy, fading photographs. My dad sat down with me and we had the best time looking through the pictures, figuring out which woman was my grandmother, which gentleman was my grandfather, and especially, which little boy was my dad.

 

My dad is eighty-four years old. I’m no math wizard, but some quick subtraction told me these photos were taken in 1933. Or ’35. Or ’38. The point is, way, way back in the day, photos were taken pretty regularly. Imagine that.

Because a search through my mom’s scrapbook will produce an extremely meager stash of her young family’s pictures. Especially when it comes to me, otherwise known as the third-born.

My two older brothers, at two and three-years-old, show up in some dandy pics, wearing cowboy suits and boots, pedaling a tricycle. Or in the park, dressed in little jackets with those ear-flap hats on their buzz-cut heads. Then I was delivered and wham! Welcome to the photographic black hole.

“But what about holiday photos?” you ask. Surely, there’s a precious picture of that only daughter, dressed in red velvet and lace or even footy pajamas. What mother doesn’t have a bounty of black-and-white memories of her little ones, opening presents on Christmas morn, or sitting on Santy’s lap, their tiny eyes all aglow?

Well, okay. There is a holiday photo. I suppose the only reason we have that picture is because my mother didn’t have to take it. There we stand, my two older brothers and I, sort of close, but not really, to the fat, jolly man. We look distinctly uncomfortable. Probably because we had no idea what was going on, being as unfamiliar as we were to the whole picture-taking process.

It’s the only photo I’ve ever seen of me or my brothers with Santa Claus. When I asked my mom about this phenomenon, she claimed nobody took pictures back in the day. When pressed further, she’d say she was too busy raising her children to bother with pictures, especially around the holidays. Like that’s any kind of an excuse.

So I vowed to be the best darn picture taker ever after my first-born arrived. His baby book is crammed with page after page of snapshots, documenting his every move. And Christmas pictures? Too many to count. I’m surprised we didn’t have to take out a loan to pay for all that December adorableness.

When his sister followed a few years later, I clicked away. Her baby book is full, too. Maybe not crammed. Maybe not chronicled month-by-month. More like quarter-by-quarter. But in my defense, she leaped from one milestone to the next, unlike her brother, who crawled at a snail’s pace. Is that the photographer’s fault?

And can you really blame the photographer if at Christmas, a certain little girl had an aversion to sitting on strange men’s laps? There are a few photos of my daughter with Santa, but she’s usually standing to the side of the chair, looking distinctly uncomfortable (like mother, like daughter). So can you blame a parent if those holiday photos weren’t taken at the expensive mall Santa hot spot? I mean, we still had to pay something for the pictures, even if it was a donated can of peas or box of tuna helper.

The third child joined us in 1991, I think it was. And I truly believe that 2008 will be the year I finish his baby book.

But, and this is the most important thing to remember during this holiday season, I do have a picture of my youngest with Santa Claus. There’s a darling Polaroid of him with a teenage Santa taken during a Secret Shopping Day extravaganza. Sure, the photo was free. And maybe I wasn’t exactly there to take the picture. And it’s possible that my child is leaning against the chair because he’s way too big to sit in the scrawny Santa’s lap. But there’s a definite look of wonder on my son’s face.

Maybe the poor kid’s wondering what he’s doing with this fake fourteen-year-old Santa? And I think I know the answer to that. But first, I’ve got to call my mother.

She’s getting an apology for Christmas.

 

 

 

 

 

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Blogs, They Are A-Changin’

cathy blog screenHave y’all noticed anything different about the blog here at Cathy C. Hall? Go on. I’ll give you a few minutes to think on it…

Yeah, it’s nothing earth-shattering. It’s just that you haven’t seen as much of Cathy C. Hall as you might have in the past nine years.

Nine years. NINE years, y’all. That’s how long I’ve been keeping up the blogging routine in one or two or even three blogs. But times change; people change, too. And so you can read all about my Change of (Blogging) Heart over at the Muffin.

And just out of curiosity…how many of you noticed that I wasn’t posting nearly as much as I used to post? And how many of you have changed your blogging habits–and why?

So until next week–or maybe the week after–happy writing!

Tuesday’s Tootin’ My Horn for Darakwon!

For those of you on Facebook, I apologize for bombarding you again with what came in the mail yesterday.

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Well, technically, it didn’t come in the mail. I was following the Beneficent Mr. Hall out of the neighborhood (he had to take his car to get a tire fixed) and the mail person jumped out of her little truck and flagged him down because she had a package that required a signature. (She’s a pretty swell mail person!) So he signed, grabbed the package and off we went to the garage place. But when we stopped, he handed me the package and then I knew! My books from Darakwon! All the way from Korea!

Except we still had to drive all the way across Gwinnett County to pick up the Libster and I’d promised to go with him. See, the Libster was staying with his doggy friends (and Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Cappy) while Mr. Man drove down to Savannah to pick me up, so really, it was the least I could do. But did you know that Gwinnett County is the size of Rhode Island? Absolutely true. The county where I live could fit into that state. And we had to drive across the county, through road work (because they’re always working on a road somewhere in Gwinnett County) and the BUSES.

Darakwon GalleryFortunately, I had my handy-dandy 87-in-one tool and I whipped out the scissors and went to work on the box while the mister drove. Finally, I pulled out A Gallery of Ghosts! A book! With my name on the front! (Yeah, it’s teeny, tiny letters, but it’s there, right on the front. Under the title. Just squint a little and you’ll see it.) It’s been about a year and a half since I wrote this leveled reader, but I’d worked on the editing process back in the early spring. Still, I kinda teared up when I read that story all over again. I just love that story about overcoming obstacles. And Darakwon had done an excellent job.

And then I pulled out the second book, Mystery at the Museum! And I loved it, too (even though I wrote it myself)! I learned quite a bit about the Renaissance, writing that book, and I was thrilled that they were able to add so many wonderful photos and drew illustrations that matched what I had in mind for the museum.Darakwon Museum

I began reading one of the books aloud to the mister (we were still driving to get the Libster–I told you it was far) and he tried to act as if he were really interested. But then I got a little worried that I might put him to sleep and I didn’t want to drive, so I just read to myself and sighed contentedly. Gosh, I hope the Korean students like these books as much as I do!

Eventually, we arrived at our destination, fetched Libby, and started the drive home. The mister then decided to take a different way back (to avoid the road work) and the GPS refused to cooperate and so we got a teensy bit lost (and of course, there were more buses) so by the time I got home, I just had time to throw the pictures of the books up on Facebook before the Falcons game because I had to scream somewhere (I mean, for the books. I screamed at the Falcons, too, but that’s another story).

Anyway, Monday is not Tootin’ My Horn day here at Cathy C. Hall’s. Tuesday is much more alliterative and all that jazz, so like I said, sorry if you’ve heard the news twice now. But it does seem kind of fitting, being as there were two books.

In the end, all’s well that ends well. (Well, I sort of wish I could read Korean. There’s an author bio at the back of the book, in Korean, and I can’t remember what I sent in. But it’s probably lovely, right?)

Who’s That Mysterious Woman?

Final Front Cover ONLYThat Mysterious Womanv16No, not that mysterious woman. Though, honestly, I think she bears a pretty close resemblance to yours truly.

And speaking of yours truly, I have a story in this latest anthology from Mozark Press! “Bob,Old One Eye, and the Pirate Queen” is just oozing with mystery.

Well, maybe not oozing. But there is a mystery, not to mention a mysterious woman.

You know, it’s not so much a mystery as it is a cozy comedy. Where someone dies. And a parrot loses an eye. And an interesting pirate queen shows up, flaunting her…

Um…I think I’ll let you figure out that mystery for yourself. But there’s no mystery about where to find That Mysterious Woman. Check it out here or your favorite bookseller. (And pssst! There’s a Kindle edition, too!)

Finding Writing Treasures

I know what you’re thinking.

You see treasure…

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and your beady, little eyes light up. But I’m afraid I’m mean this kind of treasure.

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Still, I hope your beady, little eyes light up. Because I’ve just added my favorite writing  links on the interwebs to my website. You know, those not-so-secret spots where I hook amazing information, super tips and advice, and just plain good writing and fun.

Honestly, I’ve had this task on my To Do list for a while. I wanted all my links in an easy-to-get-to place here so that I could…well, get to them easily.

See, despite my best organizational efforts, sites often drop off my radar. I sign up for them, and they arrive in my email, and then poof! They quit arriving in my email. I have no idea why. And because I’m ever so much older now, I tend to forget all about the amazing sites. Out of site, out of mind, I guess. (I know. I”m sorry for that pun. I don’t seem to forget those, do I?) So I carry on, blissfully unaware, until someone makes a comment somewhere and I think, “Hey. Didn’t I used to get those posts delivered to me in a timely manner?”

Now, I have all my writing treasures right here! And as an added bonus, when readers visit, they can find my writing treasures, too. If you’d like to share your favorite writing treasure, I’ll add it to the chest. Even if it’s your own lovely site. Because the more writing treasures I find, the better writer I become. Which leads me to grander, richer thinking.

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