Gaslight


Tonight my local PBS station showed the classic GASLIGHT. Starring Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer and made in 1944, it is also the first movie made by Angela Lansbury. Back then Jessica Fletcher played bad girls. It’s been many years since I saw it and I was anxious to see it again.

The movie felt disjointed at first but got better. I do have a problem with Joseph Cotton as an English detective. However the movie was made over 60 years ago  and it’s not like they could hire someone to come over from England to play the part.

In the end though the crime was solved, the murder was bought to justice and the heroine could s tart her life over again, maybe with a new man. It doesn’t get better than that.

 

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Wednesday Words


John F. Kennedy
Let us resolve to be masters, not the victims, of our history, controlling our own destiny without giving way to blind suspicions and emotions.

 After watching various news programs, all about the presidential election. This seemed to fit for today’s Wednesday’s words,

Review Nazareth Child


Nazareth Child (Del Shannon, Book 1)Del Shannon has a reputation for being invincible when tracking people down. Except the mother she’s never known.

The FBI recruit her to help them infiltrate   religious compound Nazareth Church, led by fanatical minister Silas Rule. When her father died, Del inherited the deed to a house in the hills of Kentucky. In a place known as Nazareth Church.  The FBI recruit her along with ATFE agent Frank Falconet  to infiltrate the compound led by fanatical minister Silas Rule.

Does Nazareth Church and Silas hold the keys to her mother? Is she even alive?

This is the first book in the Del Shannon series and is dark, disturbing yet unforgettable.

I found myself drawn into this amazing story right from Page one.  Del is one kick ass heroine, I’d definitely want her on my side in a fight. I hated to put the book down but had to if I were to get my own work done. I can not wait for the next one

Kudos to Darrell James for one hell of a book.

I checked this book out of my local library for my own enjoyment. This review was not request and is my own opinion. I received no payment or reimbursement for this review.

Wednesday Words Punning is Genetic


Punning and groaning are brothers. ~B.F. Tucson

Did you know Punning is genetic? It is and I have proof. I married into a family of punsters.
My husband is a world-class punster, much better at it then I am, but it’s not in my genetic make up. It is in his. His parents, his sisters and his nieces are all punsters. Dinner at their house is interesting. A family friend used to count the puns thrown out during the course of a meal.
My father in-law was a Master of the pun.It’s only natural that his children carry on the tradition.
One year my in-laws were in Europe on sabbatical. Nine Months they were there teaching and the weekend after their return,–– we took the train down for a weekend visit. We arrived Friday night in time for dinner. We weren’t at the dinner table five minutes and the puns started flowing back and forth, each one getting worse than the last. This lasted through dinner, desert and further on in the night. Finally I had enough, I got up wished everyone a good night and left the room. I don’t know what time it stopped, I went to sleep.
I found this quote from the comedian Fred Allen. (those of you young enough to not know who he is, google his name)I think I may have to make it into a sign for my husband.
Hanging is too good for a man who makes puns; he should be drawn and quoted. ~Fred Allen

Fathers Day memories


On fathers day, I’d like to share one of my favorite memories. It involves both my father and my father in law.

Dad was visiting us and we took he and his wife into my in-laws one night for dinner. I walked through the door and it was the usually Saturday at my in-laws. Any of the children, grandchildren and various assorted friends who were available. Nothing my mother in law likes better than a full house to feed.

Anyway, someone stopped me and asked me to speak with my father in law. He had phlebitis and had a flare up. He would not sit down and elevate his legs. In fact he was standing in the dining room talking with all his grandchildren. My father in law did things they way he wanted to do them. However, as much as he listened to anyone he would listen to me.

In the dining-room I found him standing surrounded by his grandchildren. The following conversation ensued

ME: What are you doing?

FIL  What does it look like? I’m talking with my grand children.

ME: (Pointing into the adjoining living room) You are supposed to be sitting in there with your feet elevated. Now get in there and put your feet up, NOW.

Suddenly there are gales of laughter coming from the doorway. It’s my father. He recognized the tone pf voice. It was one I had used at various times in my life on him and or my brothers. When he finished laughing he looked at my father in law and said, “She does it to you too?”

I then turned to my father and said, “Just for that, you can keep him company. And I awant you to stay there until dinner.”

Of course, the grand-kids thought this was hysterical, someone bossing their grand father around.

However I was not totally cruel. My father in law introduced me to the wonders of single malts and I knew where he kept his whiskeys. I got  the bottle and three glasses and took them into the room, laying it on the table between them. Why three glasses?

You think I wasn’t going to let them have all the fun?”

Unfortunately we lost both of them this past year, within six months of each other. So on this fathers day I imagine them up in heaven, that bottle between them. Drinking and telling stories. As my youngest brother said, “The same stories they’ve told for the past 40 years.

Michael and I will raise a toast to you both. “Happy Fathers Day!”

Happy Fathers day to all the fathers!

That “One Secret Ingredient”


My father was a master at semi home-made. He made a spice cake from a mix but he said he added something to it because it didn’t taste like it came from a mix.

My older brother just sent me a picture of dad’s grave marker. That combined with the fact that Father’s day is next Sunday I’ve been thinking of him and things he has done for me over the years. Especially the spice cake. Since he never told me what it was he put in there I’m on my own. I just spent a few minutes searching and found a recipe that I think will work. I’ll let you know.Do you, or a family member have a recipe that has that “one secret ingredient “ that they refuse to share?