Manic Monday..Heading Home

Today will be bittersweet. I have been here in Hannibal since June 24th helping my dad after eye surgery. It will be sad going home, but I will get to see the grandkids and my cats, fish and Molly.

I do dread the near 5-hour ride, but I will read or crochet.

This weekend I tried using my silhouette cutter on my own to make  a set of cups for the nice man and woman across the hall that let me use their internet access.

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They are not perfect, but not bad either. It took me a couple hours and half a sheet of vinyl, but I got them done.

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I took the cups and two of the crochet dish towels to the couple that let me use their internet and they loved  it. I got dads cookie jar restocked and made him a batch of dough into balls so he can make his own cookies after I leave.  I went to the fabric shop to get some fabric and decided to only get some buttons since I am not sure  what I would be making.  It has been such an emotional day.

My father in law is in the hospital so I think we maybe heading to Arkansas so it may be another week before I can get back to my writing, but I hope to get back to it soon .

I will miss dad, My brother and his family a lot. I love this town, but it’s time to go home.

I hope you are having a great summer

 

#Ro-ManicMonday…Lover’S Leap

Sitting in my dad’s third floor apartment in downtown Hannibal,one of my favorite things is the  spectacular view.  From his window I get  a different  look at  the river. I Can watch tug boats working, speedboats zipping along, the riverboat running its tours, driftwood floating down the river and trains chugging along.

Each window I look through I get a different view . I can see how Mark Twain got his indpiration for Tom a Sawyer and  Huck Finn using such s lovely, quaint town. Forgive the extra mistakes please I’m having to work from my phone. There are caves here that are supposed to be  the caves that inspired the stories but they are long and narrow so I can’t walk th with my bad hip and claistrtphobia.

LOVER’S LEAP does have a tragic ran tic story.  The story is written by a man  named Aurthor O Garrison. He claims to have gotten the details from ‘sncient inscrptions and a birch bark manuscript”  according to the Hannibal Courrior Post’s Sesquintennial Edition.

The story is similar to ones I’m most towns with high cliffs . You can find the story here. http://www.hannibalparks.org/parks/lovers-leap/

It is quite a sad story. I find it hauntingly beautiful and whenever I visit the cliff and see the big birds hovering above I wonder if they are spirits of the lovers that lept.

Yes I realize I have an overactive imagination! I am a fiction romance writer what do you expect?

I adore this town and you will notice s similar one in my upcoming contemporary romance I hope to have out next year.

Do you have a story about a lover’s leap or old folk lore in your town?

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