Excerpt of Friendship Day On Rosy Lane read by the author

 Friendship Day on Rosy Lane

Welcome back to Rosy Lane, where through intentional management, quaint scenery, and hospitable staff, memories are made to last a lifetime. The Manor is known for attracting guests from all walks of life to establish unlikely friendships, and Friendship Day is no exception. Rose is particularly excited to celebrate this lesser-known holiday-one which her mother established as a mainstay at Rosy Lane. As Rose watches women from different eras bond through the celebrations, she reflects on her family's tense history, hoping for a resolution. But in the wake of the celebrations, tragedy strikes the Boogman family. Rose must decide if she is to take a page from her family's journals and recent festivities in response. Celebrate alongside the guests and see how a tender heart overcomes all obstacles. When a storm threatens the future of the Manor, Rose fears the worst. How will she rebuild while keeping the Manor out of her greedy aunts’ and uncles’ hands? Discover the steadfast bonds that remain to ensure Rosy Lane is always a joy-filled place

Excerpt from On Rosy Lane read by the Author

Excerpt of the novel On Rosy Lane read by the author

 

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Little Penelope Pinkerton was a favorite child in the community. She had long red hair that she wore in braids, had a missing tooth, and a smile that could charm even the most unhappy. Her family ran a chicken ranch on Rosy Lane. 

Penelope was five years old. She set up a booth with her the help of her mom and dad and sold eggs at the harvest festival. When people ask, "Aren't eggs passed out at Easter?" Penelope would giggle, "Not these eggs, these are from my pet chicken Patty an Araucana. She drew out the pronunciation of the name "arrrucuannnaa." They lay blue eggs. "Easter eggs come from my pet chicken, Sally, silly! Sally is an Easter Egger breed; get it -- Easter Egger?" she would open her eyes real wide. Easter eggs would have to come from an Easter Egger, don't you think?? 

They would look at her dad, Billy, and Billy would smile. 

"There is a breed of chickens called an "Easter Egger; we have on that lays blue, green, brown, and pink eggs."

People were amazed to learn about these chickens. Penelope would smile and laugh and giggle, "You don't even have to die them. they cust come out that way." Penelope thought that was a terrific joke. She laughed and continued, "There are all kinds of chickens! Welsummers lay chocolate brown eggs, but they do not taste like chocolate", and she would dramatically shake her head and look as if he had been very disappointed. Penelope and her dad were very close. She loved helping him at the farm and was an excellent little salesperson. 

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My mom, like Rose Elaine, has the knack for bringing out the best in people

 

Things have indeed changed since I lived in England. In 1984 there were only four television stations - The British would broadcast dart games, and the soap opera The East Enders quickly became a favorite show. We lived at the Master Brewer Hotel for a month while my parents looked for a place to rent. We ate at the restaurant every night because we did not have a kitchen, and green peas came with every meal. A steady diet of green peas for a month was enough for a lifetime. We learned that the apple pie came with natural cream and not the whipped cream we had become accustomed. We learned to ask for a "jug" of water rather than a pitcher, and I learned about tea. Our hotel room had an electric kettle, an assortment of teas, English Breakfast, Earl Grey, and Instant coffee. There is a coffee pot in every hotel room in America, but it is all about the tea and biscuits (we called them cookies) in England, AND THE SCONES were too delicious! - We would see teapots in all colors and sizes and a knitted/crochet tea cozy to keep your tea hot. But on special occasions, my mom would bring out the Old Country Roses by Royal Doulton. A popular china pattern with my mother and her friends. By the time we left England, she had the entire set. It is very fancy and so beautiful. My mom is a magnificent hostess and could plan a proper tea party with all the sumptuous accouterments. I genuinely enjoy a well-set table with flowers and matching napkins. I thought of my mom when I wrote the book On Rosy Lane - My mom, like Rose Elaine, has the knack for bringing out the best in people and knowing what people need when they need it the most.

 

It was a dizzying array of unfamiliar sights and sounds.

I moved from Beaufort, South Carolina; I lived among beaches and palm trees where the Spanish moss grew and hung from the trees, the smell of the marshes lingered in the air, and shrimp boats drifted along the ocean. We listened to music, the Beach Boys, Journey, and Styx, and we loved a little Boy George too, but the little group of friends that I hung out with was more interested in the Commodores and The Gap Band. We wore penny loafers and Chinos, button-down collars, alligators on our shirts, and used terms like "Gag me with a spoon."  ET had just called home, Rocky Balboa had won the championship, and football games on a Friday night were more about gossiping than the game.

In January 1984, we moved to England. We arrived at Heathrow airport, navigated through customs, and got in a car. Yes, they drove on the other side of the street, but that was not my first memory. It occurred to me that they never stopped. I had been operating in America, where we had stop signs, and in England, they used the roundabout, and you just kept driving. It was a dizzying array of unfamiliar sights and sounds. The kids there listened to New Wave - Thompson Twins, Culture Club, 99 Luftballons by Nena, and I was introduced to a new group musical group called Wham. They dressed differently, too. Punk was the rage and black boots, torn jeans, torn t-shirts, and the mohawk - boys wore earrings and had spiky hair of various colors. I settled into a different look altogether - I found myself in peg leg paints and twisty beads - my all-time favorite accessory. You could discover every matching color and coordinate - mix and match for any outfit. I thought it was fantastic. Jelly shoes (plastic shoes) I had big hair, short in the front and long in the back - It was great fun. 

My guidance counselor told me that I did not have any chance of going to college; I said, "We will see about that..." By August of that same year, I found myself at a community college in Hutchenson, Kansas. Another change - I had learned to be flexible! I thought change was routine and thought everyone lived the way I did. That was not the case. They listened to Randy Travis, Ricky Scaggs, and George Strait in Kansas and enjoyed state fairs, tractor pulls, rodeos, and picnics. I bought blue jeans and flannel shirts.  

I studied art. I learned about Renoir, Monet, and the other French Impressionists; I delved into art history and found it fascinating. My luck continued. I had the excellent fortune to fly back to the United Kindom in the summer and see the actual artwork I had read about; I was awestruck! 

In my book On Rosy Lane, I created a character named Jim. Who, in my story, taught art history. Much as I had planned to do when I continued my education at Pittsburg, Kansas. At Pittsburg State University, I met a young man from Missouri who was full of charm. He was a tall, lanky man who used words like "Golly" and "Howdy Ma'am" as he tipped his cowboy hat and smiled. The girls all went crazy for him. My character Jim is a combination of the men I met in Kansas with my deep love for art and poetry. On Rosy Lane is now available to buy on my website RoseElainePublishing.com or on Amazon.