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Dear Reader,
My Guest Columnists love to hear from you. Author Dianne Olchitree was overwhelmed with wonderful stories in response to her recent guest column.
It is always so much fun to walk down memory lane with a friend. Here are a few choice memories that book club members shared with me in response to my guest column recounting the joys of childhood summers. It was nice to know that while we all grew up in different corners of the country, our experiences as kids were so much alike. It wasn't just chasing fireflies but the games we played in those backyards (Red Rover, anyone?) and the bikes we rode around the neighborhood, or the woods we wandered collecting buckeyes and feathers. While I'd mentioned one frosty treat--popsicles--readers reminded me of another frozen creation that is part of everyone's childhood summers, too: ice cream!
"We had a big weeping willow in the back yard which provided shade and lots of fun times. Yes, we were outside all of the time too, riding bikes and playing hide-and-seek. The ice cream truck, of course, was a special delight. We didn't get something every day, but the musical tune of his truck was a big part of summer." --Teri B.
"I remember spending the summers at my great-grandmother's house in a small town on the banks of the Illinois River. The house was right next to the Lutheran church, so we never escaped from the Sunday services, fanning ourselves with the funeral home paper fans. After church, we would walk to the main street of town to the newspaper/candy/ice cream store. I always had a lemon custard ice cream cone, a never duplicated flavor. Until last night, when sitting in air conditioned comfort, my husband and I ate Haagen-Dazs Limoncello Gelato.There was the flavor I hadn't found for almost 60 years."--Marie-Louise B.
"When you talked about eating a popsicle, I immediately flashed back to being a kid stopping in mid-play with a bunch of friends, upon hearing the ice cream truck music on the next block, and racing home as fast as you could to get some change, and make it back in time where the truck would stop, and decide what yummy cold treat to have that day from his list."--Sharon R.
"My favorite childhood memory of summer was going out at night with my parents and getting my favorite scoop of ice cream, Blue Moon, at the local ice cream store. My parents and I would go outside eating our ice cream cones and looking at the stars in the night sky."--Susan M.
"Some of your memories of summer mimic mine except for the fact that living in the country we didn't have a fenced-in backyard! We could walk through the pasture, down to the creek where we would wade in the cool water and sit in the shade where it was cooler than our yard. Those memories make summertime special for me and I, too, think of the times I got to eat ice cream which my Dad made in the crank ice cream freezer. Of course we had to crank it!"--Sarah W.
I'm so glad you enjoyed your visit to the book club, Dianne.
The winners of Dianne's delightful new book, It's a Firefly Night, are: Aletha Shields, Connie Mauge and Nancy Reynolds.
And the winners of my recent Muffins and Mayhem book giveaway are: Carol Szymanski, Nancy Robinson and Sarah Snider.
Jane Swift won my legal pad giveaway.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@EmailBookClub.com
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FINAL SENTENCE (Mystery) by Daryl Wood Gerber
Introducing the first installment in my new 'Cookbook Nook Mystery' series (I also pen the Agatha Award-winning 'Cheese Shop Mystery' series as Avery Aames). Jenna Hart, a recovering ad executive, returns to Crystal Cove, California to help her aunt open a culinary bookshop and cafe. Jenna has the right ingredients for a fresh start--until someone adds a dash of murder.
Go to: http://authorbuzz.com/dearreader click on FINAL SENTENCE to read more and to email author Daryl Wood Gerber, you'll get a reply.
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