This is how I painted my shed floor when I owned 90 Forest Cove Drive. It was a striking gold and black 'Harlequinesque' pattern.
Don't get too excited thinking I wrote some racy love novel; you know how all those church women are! It's historical fiction so you brush up against love, of course, but I let your imagination grow as you read it! My goal wasn't to get your libido going; my goal was to get your brain going... matching my fiction story to your historical knowledge.
I wish I could show you my old year book photo of my 'science project' which had the theme of the atrocities of war... Grade 8, I think. I was one of those 'early' readers who became a writer, the theme still resonates in my novel.
My folks have both passed away now. My dad lived to be 93, my mom almost got to 89? I was told that the family name used to have an 'h' but, somehow, in all that European settlers moving the 'h' was dropped... I'll try to confirm with the person who stole the family history attache case. I know there was a very cool passport from the 1940's that had my Dad's occupation as 'farmer,' When I was growing up, everybody only knew him as a carpenter. So, farmer to carpenter with Mom's encouragement in reading, I became a writer.
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