Christmas In Black and White

It's almost Christmas where I live but on Deanes Island, the seasons don't change much. Maybe I should do something about that. When I was young, Christmas was probably the most important holiday we had. We had a black-and-white TV which showed us nothing but black and white commercials. We had to use our imaginations for the rest. We didn't mind, though, because we also received a Sears and Roebuck catalogue every fall which was filled with loads of colored photographs. My mother would allow us to look through it and mark what we would like for Christmas. Of course we were old enough to know we wouldn't receive everything we marked. I think this was her way of asking us without having us write a letter to Santa. She assured us that Santa would know what we wanted. In kid fashion, we believed everything about Santa was magical and he would see what we had marked.

Sometimes, on a Saturday afternoon, when my father wasn't working, he and my mother would take us to a nearby general store where toys were sold. Once there, we would walk slowly through the toy section and point to toys we would like to have. I especially remember a trip where we saw life-like baby dolls, very popular at the time, which were dressed in baby clothes and smelled like baby powder. My two younger sisters and I were enthralled, and naturally, we all wanted one of those baby dolls for Christmas. Sure enough, Santa delivered and we each had a doll of our own. I have a picture of the occasion.

      

 As you can  see we were very happy. I'm the one on the left, next to our younger brother who received a dump truck. Poor thing. Although, he looks happy, too.

Writing a Book Can Be Strange

I'm back to writing my second book of the Deanes Island Mysteries series When Murder Interferes, and much has changed. We have new people in town and new houses. New businesses have arrived and have been welcomed by the citizenry. I almost feel as strange as Noah and Isaac while trying to figure out who the people are behind these new faces.

In the meantime, the Noah Drinkwater books continue. Noah and Isaac are busy with their police work as usual. However, their work is getting more complicated. Several new families have moved to the Island, and others are buying up land and having houses built. It makes it difficult for Fairhaven's police force to keep up with everything. Noah's hoping Mayor Sewall will keep his promise to let him hire one or two more officers. His department needs the help of at least two more men.

Now it's time for me to get back to my writing, and I'll let you get back to your work. Remember, this blog can be found on my Amazon.com Author's page as well. Look for Susan Davis Cummings and you'll also find my 1st book about Noah Drinkwater, Murder Is Always Evil. I also have a Facebook page under the same name, Susan Davis Cummings, where you can message me with comments or questions. Or, just to say Hi! I love to meet my readers.

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