Bingo, bridge-and a dead body in the church sanctuary? Life in this small Southern town just got ugly . . . and exciting! No one in Bradley, North Carolina, is exactly crying into their sweet tea over the murder of Parke Stockard. Certainly not retired schoolteacher Myrtle Clover. Upon discovering the corpse, Myrtle is struck-not with grief, but a brilliant idea! Solving the crime would prove to everyone (especially her son Red, the police chief) that this eighty-something-year-old is not ready to be put out to pasture just yet. The victim, a pretty but pushy town developer, had deep pockets and few friends. Myrtle can't throw one of her gaudy garden gnomes without hitting a potential suspect. Even when another murder takes place, proud Myrtle forges on, armed only with a heavy cane, a venomous tongue, and a widower sidekick.
Could be signs of intelligent life. Maybe he'd picked up on Erma's less-endearing qualities in the past week. Or could he just be tired of the predatory pack of wily widows that descended on him at every opportunity. Myrtle couldn't ...
Author: Elizabeth Spann Craig
Publisher: Elizabeth Spann Craig
Myrtle-Anne Rempel is a world-renowned artist after studying at the University of the Fraser Valley in Abbotsford, British Columbia. She was involved in two major car accidents, and after spending many years in hospitals, often facing death as well as pain and loneliness, she picked up her paintbrush. This book is a synopsis of her and her husband's life, from early childhood to the challenges they both faced. Ed Rempel built a hugely successful business in the years of a pro-union atmosphere. His businesses were all non-union companies employing young entrepreneurs and staff that were well paid. His motto always was, "Myrtle-Anne, we must always take the high road." Both Ed and Myrtle-Anne Rempel faced many highs and lows in their lifetimes. This book will challenge you to walk in faith to overcome your own obstacles.
AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY Myrtle-Anne Rempel. Our next trip to Manhattan, we stayed at the beautiful Plaza Hotel, that Donald Trump owned, and were offered a lovely suite with a fireplace as an upgrade with a very great price.
Author: Myrtle-Anne Rempel
Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
Category: Biography & Autobiography
Bent's Life Histories gives the normal time of fledging as nine to twelve days. Mine had fledged on the tenth day. The breeding cycle had taken a full month, but the parent birds had another two weeks to spend teaching the fledglings to ...
Author: Gladys Black
Publisher: University of Iowa Press
Great success in life is secured by knowing your strength and lifting accordingly ; by continuous and persistent effort ... At Waretown though preaching is enjoyed but one Sunday in a month the Sunday school meets every week and is ...
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Author: John Ames Mitchell
Category: American wit and humor
From New York Times bestselling author Diane Chamberlain comes a novel of chilling intrigue, a decades-old disappearance, and one woman’s quest to find the truth... “A novel about arts and secrets...grippingly told...pulls readers toward a shocking conclusion.”—People magazine, Best New Books North Carolina, 2018: Morgan Christopher's life has been derailed. Taking the fall for a crime she did not commit, her dream of a career in art is put on hold—until a mysterious visitor makes her an offer that will get her released from prison immediately. Her assignment: restore an old post office mural in a sleepy southern town. Morgan knows nothing about art restoration, but desperate to be free, she accepts. What she finds under the layers of grime is a painting that tells the story of madness, violence, and a conspiracy of small town secrets. North Carolina, 1940: Anna Dale, an artist from New Jersey, wins a national contest to paint a mural for the post office in Edenton, North Carolina. Alone in the world and in great need of work, she accepts. But what she doesn't expect is to find herself immersed in a town where prejudices run deep, where people are hiding secrets behind closed doors, and where the price of being different might just end in murder. What happened to Anna Dale? Are the clues hidden in the decrepit mural? Can Morgan overcome her own demons to discover what exists beneath the layers of lies? “Chamberlain, a master storyteller, keeps readers hooked, with a story line that leavens history and social commentary with romance and mystery.”—Lexington Dispatch
She responded to more of Miss Myrtle's questions, letting the story of her life trickle from her. ... They'd share the upstairs bathroom, and for ten cents, Anna could use Miss Myrtle's wringer-washer once a week.
Author: Diane Chamberlain
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
A long time ago I lived a very different life in Myrtle Beach , S. C. , at that time an air force base . ... Within the month I was running six miles in 50 minutes two or three times a week from the state beach to what was then the ...
Here are the eight skills this book will help you master: 1. Identify your thoughts and feelings: how to tap into your feelings, especially the negative ones 2. Evaluate your negative feelings, negative thoughts, and options: how to decide when to take action 3. Communicate better: how to be a more effective listener and speaker 4. Empathize with others to understand their behavior: how to appreciate a situation from someone else's point of view 5. Do problem-solving: how to define the problem, generate alternatives, and evaluate the outcomes 6. Practice assertion: how to get others to do what you want 7. Practice acceptance: how to back off without feeling like a failure 8. Emphasize the positive: how to build better relationships using a proven ratio of positive to negative interactions Lifeskills shows how building better relationships is an essential part of preserving health--and offers eight clear steps anyone can use to make that happen.
You might trust your son to behave responsibly in lots of settings, but not while he's spending a week at Myrtle Beach with paired-off friends, probably illegal I.D.'s, and no chaperone! “In my judgment, it's unsafe and inappropriate ...
Author: Dr. Redford Williams
THE GREAT PLATYPUS CAPER & OTHER HILARIOUS MISADVENTURES is a collection of short autobiographical stories that are often humorous, occasionally thought-provoking, and at times uplifting. It is filled with tales of situations spiraling wildly out of control, but at the end holds a message of hope for anyone who ever considered themselves an outcast or misfit. You'll laugh, you'll cry, and hopefully you'll buy copies for everyone you know.
She never contacted me again, even though about a week later she knew I was going in for knee surgery. ... My family who has never been anything but supportive of me my entire life, and who I continually thank for that fact.
Author: Jeff Hillary
Publisher: Nowadays Orange Productions LLC
Category: Biography & Autobiography
Example in this ebook Chapter I It was Christmas Eve in Lincoln Square. A fine snow was sifting out of the leaden night, coating the passers-by with silver but dissolving on the warm asphalt stretches in long, gleaming lakes where a thousand reflections quivered. From the glowing subway entrances, the holiday crowds surged up, laden with mysterious packages, scurrying home for the decking out of tinseled trees and the plotting of Christmas surprises. The shop windows flared through the crowds so brightly that they seemed to have brought up electric reinforcements. The restaurants were crowded with brilliant garlands gay with red berries and festal ribbons, while amid the turbulent traffic of the avenues, impudent little taxi-cabs went scooting merrily, with rich glimpses of heaped-up boxes inside. At Healy’s, under the strident elevated station, a few guests were entering the blazing dining-rooms, laughing and expectant. The tension of the city’s nerves seemed everywhere relaxed. For one merry hour in the long, grinding year, united in the unselfish spirit of revelry, with the zest of secrets to be guarded and secrets to be discovered, the metropolitan crowd bumped good-humoredly on its way, gay with the democracy of good cheer. King O’Leary left the throng at the bar at Healy’s, whistling loudly to himself, flung a half-dollar to the blind news-dealer under the elevated steps, calling with gruff gusto, “Merry Christmas!” and, resuming his whistling, crossed the square to where Teagan’s Arcade rose in shanty splendor, six stories above Broadway, filling the block with its flashing electric signs which hung against the night like so much cheap jewelry. If King O’Leary continued to whistle with exaggerated gaiety, tricking himself into a set smile, it was because deep in his heart he felt the irresistible closing-in of his black hour. As he neared the glass descent into the rumbling underground, a flurried eruption of parcel-laden crowds whirled momentarily about him, wrapping him around with youth, laughter, and the aroma of friendship and affection. Home! He felt it so keenly; he saw so clearly rising before him a hundred visions of family groups gathered in the warmth of cozy houses, he felt so out of it, so socially excommunicated, that his pretense at gaiety flattened out. He shifted the soft-brimmed hat over his eyes, as though to shut out memories, turned up the collar of his coat, and, digging his great hands into capacious pockets, swung doggedly on. The world for this one night had run away from him. In the whole city he could think of no door where he could leave a present or imagine from what direction one might descend upon him. With the exception of the half-dollar flung to the blind news-dealer, and a few tips jingling in his pockets, his Christmas giving was over. Twice a year, in his happy-go-lucky existence, rolling down incredible avenues of life from Singapore to Nome, Alaska, meeting each day with unfailing zest, leader and boon companion through whatever crowds he passed—twice a year, at Christmas and on a certain day in mid-April, the secret of which lay buried in his memory, King O’Leary went down into the dark alleys of remembrance. To be continue in this ebook
“Not on your life; and little Myrtle knows it, and don't you forget it. ... “Well, Myrtle, you've got lots of chances,” he said, little reckoning how the future would play the cards. ... “I've got an engagement—had it for a week.
Author: Owen Johnson
Publisher: LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY