BLOGGERS WERE CHILDREN TOO! is going in for a double whammy post today - Australian Lynda Young and Roland D Yeomans from the US. Both super bloggers with over 1,000 followers. I count myself lucky to call them my blogger friends. I'm sure many of you do too! Excuse the long post (Roland is not known for brevity) but I think you'll be rewarded if you manage to read both entries...
Yesterday was Deniz Bevan...
|A cutsie little girl with flowers in her hair|
|The Sydney Harbour Bridge - the biggest 'coathangar' in the world|
and the place to see the best fireworks on New Years Eve!
Image - Sydney Rocks!
|A teenaged Lynda, first day of high school. Cute uniform!|
I hope you enjoyed reading about Lynda. She is approaching 1,000 followers (UPDATE: Past that milestone now) so I know many of you know her.
Now, here is Mr Mystery Guy...
I WAS BORN IN DETROIT, MICHIGAN:
|Yes, I am the model for the young |
Victor Standish fighting Shamblers in a
an enchanted place where colors are brighter,
the air softer,
and the morning more fragrant than ever again."
- Elizabeth Lawrence.
Its first sentence : "The place was silent and aware." Mystery. A desert fortress manned by the dead.
Every French Foreign Legionnaire was standing at his post along the wall. Every man held a rife aimed out at the endless sands. Every man was dead. Who stood the last dead man up?
That question drove me to check out a book as thick as the Bible.
I remember sitting down that April 1st with my four junior high chums in study hall. They couldn't get over the size of the book. They looked at me like I was crazy. Then, I told them the mystery.
Tommy and Gary snapped up the remaining two copies in the school library. Raymond and B.J. (we called him Beej) had to go to the two different branches of the city library for their copies.
And then, my four friends, sluggish students at best, were racing with me through the pages to discover the solution to the mystery.
But then came stolen jewels and desert danger. We were hooked.
Mid-way through the book, I discovered the classic movie marathon that Saturday was going to show BEAU GESTE, starring Gary Cooper and Ray Milland. The five of us roughed it that night in front of the TV.
After the movie, we planned on sleeping on the floor of my front room. It would be like we were French Foreign Legionnaires on a mission. We were enthralled. We booed the bad guys. We cheered on Gary Cooper. And we sniffed back embarassing tears when he died.
But with the mystery solved, my four friends didn't want to go on.
The solution fizzled the fun of the reading. We all moped. A throat was cleared. We turned around.
Mother sat with a leather-bound volume in her hands, and with her voice blessed with the magic of the Lakota Storyteller and the lyrical beauty of the Celtic bard, she smiled, "Let me read you five something --
Mother, in her rich, deep voice, read low like distant thunder :
"Imagine a person, tall, lean and feline, high-shouldered, with a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan,
a close-shaven skull, and long, magnetic eyes of true cat-green.
Invest him with all the cruel cunning of an entire Eastern race, accumulated in one giant intellect, with all the resources of science past and present, with all the resources, if you will, of a wealthy government-- which, however, already has denied all knowledge of his existence. Imagine that awful being, and you have a mental picture of Dr. Fu-Manchu, the yellow peril incarnate in one man."
She put down the book on her lap and intoned, "That, young men, is the insidious Dr. Fu Manchu. Do you want to hear more?"
Man, did we! And so the League of Five was born.
For every Saturday night for the rest of that year and all through my last year of junior high, we sat cross-legged on the front room floor and listened to all thirteen of the Fu Manchu novels ...
along with the adventures of Sherlock Holmes, starting with "The Adventure of the Speckled Band." I never went to sleep after that without looking at my headboard!
MY WORST CHILDHOOD MEMORY:
|Lonely roads as a blood courier|
|My favorite run is along the Creole Nature Trail|
But there's more as we limp towards the finishing line...on Monday 30th...my final blogger childhood post is for Zan Marie. Be sure to come by.
A very lovely blogger, Ciara Knight has her book Rise from Darkness free today only. Click here to download...