Hi There – My
Name is Alice
A Guest Blog Post by
Alice Orr
I grew up in
Northern New York State twenty-five miles from the Canadian border. I thought
everybody had snow fall several feet at a time in winter and a field of flowers
my grandmother called an English garden in summer.
I was an only
child until I was nine but I didn’t mind because I had Grandma who told stories
and baked biscuits. And after she was gone I had a flashlight and books to read
under the covers until long past bedtime.
When siblings
finally did come they were like beings from another solar system. I was waiting
for puberty and they were waiting to have their diapers changed. I might have
been lonely if not for my imagination which was heavily populated and very
active all of the time.
I was mostly with
adults until I went to school and that made me sort of an odd bird there. My
kindergarten teacher slapped my hand when she caught me writing on the
blackboard. I didn’t care because writing was about words and knowing words got
me to books where my imagination played more joyously than ever.
That happened
about the same time I was suddenly old enough to go back outside after dinner.
I’d play Kick the Can with the neighbor kids until an adult voice hollered from
one of the porches for us to stop the clatter. Then we’d play Hide and Seek
until other adult voices called us home.
We lived on a
one-block street but that one block was a world for me. I knew every tree and every
bump in the sidewalk and every person in every house. It was a small world but
a cozy one and I already knew I loved feeling cozy.
Alice and Jonathan's wedding photo |
That’s why in my
present-day life my favorite way to relax after an intense day of laboring in
the story fields of my imagination is to hang out with my husband Jonathan. We get
cozy together on top of the comforter he calls our blue beach. We chat and
laugh and snack and binge watch TV.
We tell each
other about our work sometimes but mostly we talk about family or what’s on the
news or make private jokes that never fail to set us chuckling. We reminisce
too. We’ve been with each other forty-three years so we share lots of memories
– like the beautiful one in this photo of our hippie-style wedding day.
On Sunday we go
to church a few blocks from our apartment and afterward we brunch at someplace
or other in the neighborhood. I have a Bellini and Jonathan has a Mimosa and we
talk some more because a long marriage is really a long conversation.
My favorite
quotation is “Fall down seven times. Get up eight.” Because I know that when
falling down and getting up again grow tiring – as they inevitably will – you
can always take a welcome rest on a blue beach.
RR
Alice’s new novel is A
YEAR OF SUMMER SHADOWS – Riverton Road Romantic Suspense Series Book 2. It launches
today along with summer and is available at amazon.com/author/aliceorr. This is a good story to enjoy under the
covers or on a blue beach.
2 comments:
Great post, Alice. Your quotation has been taped to my office filing cabinet for years. For me, there's a double meaning because I have a bad ankle and fall a lot, plus I make lifetime mistakes and "fall" there too. I keep trying, though, as we all should. A YEAR OF SUMMER SHADOWS sounds intriguing. Best wishes for continued success. Thanks for sharing with readers today and tomorrow on the blog.
Hi Caroline. Thank you for letting me tell a little of my personal story here. I don't do that much. Mostly when I blog at my own site I talk about writing and try to be helpful to other writers as much as I can. I talk about my own stories too of course because writing them is my passion. My life is my passion also and - as I reread this post - I realize how many blessings have come to me during this passionate existence of mine. There have been falls to be sure. Some long and hard ones too. But I got on my feet again eventually. Probably because way back in my childhood days Grandma taught me I must. After all - what matters isn't how many times we fall. What matters is how many times we get up. Love and Blessings. Alice P.S.Come see me at my blog too. www.aliceorrbooks.com/blog/
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