Wild looking sky! huh?

A rough and following sea.

The beach is not always sunny and warm – Today I took a stroll along what tiny bit of sand Mother Nature was leaving for me to walk on and was reminded of how powerful, beautiful and majestic the Atlantic is – In the above picture the two pilings standing in the mist are what is left of Barnacle Bills.

Really like this picture. Wish the sun would have been out.

Okay – here it is. The cover for the brand new book THE TRILL OF THE RED-WING BLACKBIRD.  This is the second in the trilogy of the continuing saga about our beloved Topsail Island. This book opens in 1954 with Hurricane Hazel (remember that witch?) and travels through time to around 1960 – when all of us who grew up on the island were coming into our own. It is available on Amazon, but you can always reach me and I can send you an autographed copy OR I will be at the Women’s Expo in Surf City March 8 – or come to the festivals this summer. There will be one on South Topsail on Tuesdays and one in Surf City on Thursdays. Thank you, thank you for your interest.

This is a picture of me when I worked as a waitress at Barnacle Bill’s. The young man with his arm around me is Roger Hanson, a young Marine from Camp Lejeune. I had a tremendous crush on him then. He and his friend Jimmy often came to my family’s house for dinner. They worked at BB’s and we used to have ketchup and mustard fights with the squeeze bottles. I often wonder what happened to those two wonderful guys. They treated me so well. Notice the swings, lifeguard stand and picnic table in the background – and if you look toward the end of the building you will see part of the concrete walkway that had been built during WWII.

I think I have posted this before, but I am posting it again – these are the KIDS OF SURF CITY -I know a few are missing – some very important to our “crew.” If you have any pictures that include more please post them. I love you all – well, most of the time. Anyway, here is a tribute to the kids of Surf City. Hope you enjoy it.

I was behind a school bus today and a thought occurred to me – a distinction between the teens of the fifties, sixties and seventies and the teens of today – During those decades teens were given a most important responsibility – driving a school bus. It carried our most precious assets – our children.

This is a photo of the old pontoon bridge that was used for access to Topsail back in the 1940s. I wish I could have been around then to experience that. My brother remembers it but I was too young. It was not until early 1956 that the swing bridge (still in use and which locals are trying desperately to save) came in to use. The berm had been built up and in 1954 the section there at Sear’s Landing was almost completed and ready for the bridge but Hurricane Hazel came along and destroyed everything so the new bridge did not get installed until 1956. We love our bridge. Please do not take it away. New and modern are BORING. And isn’t the island supposed to be a place you come to relax?  Take a breath, relax and watch the boats go by when our wonderful swing bridge opens for their passing. RELAX you can wait another 10 or 15 minutes to get here.

I never did very well in science when I was in high school or in college. But I know there is a reason why the ocean looks differently in Summer and Winter, in Spring and Fall. But those of us that grew up living by the ocean can probably look at a photo of the ocean and tell what season it was taken. Yep – the photo above was taken just a few days ago. Ain’t it pretty. I guess the reason I’m posting this is that it reminds me of the nuances, the subtleties that occur in life – not just nature, but OUR nature as well. I read a couple of lovely poems by my friend Dee Dee Lloyd – one about a mermaid and another about a childhood friend we share – I think Dee Dee has touched on the subtleties of life when she writes these. So goes, my own fiction writing – I am now about 3/4 through with THE TRILL OF THE RED WING BLACKBIRD – the second book in the trilogy I’m writing – and I’m going over some very “tender” material and am striving – and I mean STRIVING – to capture those nuances and subtleties. It’s tough work! I ask God to help me portray life here on this island for my friends and others. A good walk on the beach – catching the rays just right – tinkling of laughter, that low tide smell – these things help.

Went down to the south end of Topsail this past weekend – absolutely beautiful – looking much as the island did before so much development. T’was good for the soul and since I’m writing about a time when the island looked like this picture, it was very helpful. A friend of mine and her two grandchildren came along – they forgot the coolness of the water and ventured on to low tide islands and rolled down sand dunes. I watched as the boy let his feet sink into the sand before taking a step forward – a game I had forgotten about but was at once reminded of. Up and down the dunes they went, racing one another – we all had a good time. I urge anyone who has not been to the most southern tip of Topsail to do so – to walk all the way from the sound side, past the inlet and to the ocean side – it is fantastic.