Come with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear (apologies to The Lone Ranger) and delve into a 1921 issue of The Etude, Presser’s Musical Magazine. I’m not sure where I bought this magazine but it is fascinating because it is from a much different era of America. Woodrow Wilson was President that year; […]
Dec 31, 2014
Chilblains
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Well, I didn’t exactly get chilblains from staying outside so long yesterday but I did get a pretty good case of the shivers! And these were shivers caused by the cold, not by scary stories! It all came about like this: 1. I’m pretty tired of staying inside and looking out at the blah, dreary, […]
Dec 30, 2014
Surviving the Storm
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Yesterday, we left Darcy and Flora in Goshen Cemetery where they had made a grisly discovery. Today is a continuation of Chapter One of The Cemetery Club. “Somebody cut off Ben’s finger,” Mom whispered. As we stood, mesmerized by the horror in front of us, a strange silence descended on the graveyard. I raised my […]
Dec 29, 2014
A Grisly Find in the Old Graveyard
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For those of you who haven’t yet read The Cemetery Club, here is part of the first chapter that began the whole Darcy and Flora, mother and daughter sleuth series. When I awoke to sunshine, blue skies, and the fragrance of freshly perked coffee that morning, I had no inkling that a few hours later […]
Dec 26, 2014
Delicious Shivers
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“Let’s tell scary stories,” I said. “OK,” both Sara and Nathan agreed. So I went first. I thought I was doing pretty well, building up to the exciting and shivery climax. “Mem, that’s not scary,” one of them said. “Wait, wait!” I protested. “I haven’t gotten to the really good part yet.” Then when my […]
Dec 22, 2014
A Night Prowler
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An excerpt from The Cemetery Club: Sleep vanished as a sound penetrated my consciousness. I sat bolt upright. What had awakened me? My bedroom curtain moved as a breeze blew through. Had the wind knocked something off my dresser? Throwing back the sheets, I padded to the window. The full moon lit the front yard, […]
