Monday, November 21, 2011

Thanks for the Memories

How do you share reflections from the past?
My life has been full. I have wonderful children. They have children to brag about. I earned a graduate degree from college. I am lucky enough to be married to a great man. We travel all over the country and are active and healthy. I am constantly surprised at the gifts God has seen fit to give to me. And thankful.
At my Terryville High School reunion last month we all stood up and bragged about what we had accomplished over the years. I could still see those youthful faces in the older versions. The class members had spread into all walks of life ranging from Wall Street broker to FBI agent, Registered Nurse, career military, teacher and yours truly, published author, to name a few. Not bad for a bunch of small town kids. Many are cancer survivors. Many of the men enlisted in the military to serve our country. Many have children and even grandchildren that make a sparkle in the eye.
There is so much to be thankful for.  
We had a brief moment of silence in memory of those who’ve gone before and shared thoughts about them. I hope they heard our laughter and smiled.
As I get older, friends are listed more often in the obituaries than the wedding notices.  A part of life everyone experiences with maturity. My kids don’t recall those days when I was a silly teenager, dating, doing homework, but these people do.
Thank you for the memories.

Terryville High School Class of '61
What I bragged about to my old friends.

 Ancient Blood by Barbara Edwards
Lily Alban escapes a murderous stalker, but his vicious attack leaves her with the ability to see auras. She finds safety in the tiny hamlet of Rhodes End where a stranger stands out like a red light. Try as she might to deny her growing desire for Cole, she seeks his help but soon discovers the man she loves is not a man at all.
Werewolf Cole Benedict resists his attraction to Lily. A botanist researching the healing herbs to find a cure for Lycanthropy, he’s determined to protect Lily from her stalker as well as himself even in human form, but instinct takes over when he changes to his inner beast.
Together they must use their extraordinary gifts to catch Lily’s stalker before he attacks again, but revealing their secrets to one another could destroy their growing love or save them both.

“Lily?” His strong hands gently cupped her shoulders.
“Don’t, please don’t.”
She pulled away, fully intending to flee. Her resistance shattered, and she turned into his embrace. It was too late to escape. Pressing against his strength, she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His erection prodded her stomach, and she moaned. A heavy groan filled his throat as he lifted her from her feet. He kicked the bag aside as he sat her on the counter.
“I can’t wait,” he growled. His flaring aura spiraled with colors she couldn’t name. She caught her breath. One hand burrowed through her hair, keeping her still as he stepped between her thighs. “You’re all I could think about all day.”
Clasping her bottom, he slid her to the edge of the counter. With his lips claiming her mouth, he unbuttoned her slacks, than lifted her slightly to push them down and off.
The cold surface only made her more aware of his scorching heat. His rough denim pants scraped her inner thighs in contrast with the silky hair under her palms. Her pulse leaped, and she gasped. His male scent mixed with hints of the wild forest filled her nostrils. When his fingertip explored the heated moisture gathering at her juncture, she tightened her thighs around his hips.
Barbara Edwards
The Wild Rose Press: Ancient Blood, a Black Rose
Ancient Blood


Jannine Gallant said...

Loved hearing about your high school reunion, Barbara. Those friends do share memories of us few others can relate to. Lately I've discovered the fun in reconnecting with my old classmates I haven't seen in a gazillion years through Facebook.

Vonnie Davis said...

I graduated in '66. The sixties were a different era--Civil Rights, Viet Nam War and Beach Boys and the Beatles. So glad you were able to attend your HS reunion and reflect. We are all so fortunate, even on bad days. Lovely post.

Jerri Hines said...

What a lovely post! Love the picture. Looks like a great group of people.

Lynne Marshall said...

Hi Barbara!
Isn't it wonderful that we can write well into old age? That is if I can remember enough words...but I digress.

I have much to be thankful for, too. Was driving around this morning saying a prayer of thanks. It's a beautiful crisp day (after rain yesterday) and there is snow on the mountains. I can move every part of my body and there's food in the house. Heck, it doesn't get much better than that!

Maggie Toussaint said...

High school reunions are great times for reflection. Sometimes I look at the folks at my reunion and think when did everyone get to be so old? Not that I'm begrudging the aging process. I've earned all the gray hair and other aging issues, LOL.


Margaret Tanner said...

Hi Barbara,
I enjoyed reading your blog. Aren't school reunions wonderful? I sometime think OMG I look awful, then when I go to a reunion, I think to myself. Hey old girl, you are not doing too badly after all.



Morgan Mandel said...

Glad you got to experience the fun of getting together with old classmates and friends.

Morgan Mandel