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Monthly Archives: July 2011

C. L. Gillmore Takes Uncommon Bond on the Road

Poet and novelist showcases writing talent and heartfelt sentiments that transcend age and stage of life.

07.29.2011– C. L. Gillmore’s novel about passion, love and longing takes the reader into the conflicting realms of the forbidden and the exciting. Uncommon Bond pulls back the curtain on Rose and Jake, two people who reconnect through Facebook after nearly 40 years of separate lives.

Gillmore is a retired special education teacher for whom writing has always been an important part of life. “My second grade teacher was a big influence,” Gillmore says. “She was instructive and encouraging and made me love putting my thoughts on paper.”

Fascinated with Facebook, texting and chat, Gillmore was able to weave a great story about baby boomers living and loving in a high tech romance. Each chapter starts with a poem penned by Rose to convey feelings sparked by “talking” with Jake.

The 28 poems are also featured in Gillmore’s first poetry book called Of Roots, Shoes & Rhymes. The poetry covers Gillmore’s life experiences from pain in childhood through true friendships in young adulthood to a career in service to the most special kinds of children.

Gillmore collaborated with Kathryn Henneman for the cover art and full-color interior pages of the book. Henneman, a renowned abstract expressionist, devoted two original paintings to the project.

“So many people supported and encouraged me in this new phase of life,” Gillmore says. “I am excited to be in print and living my dreams. My next novel is just the second in a long list I have in my head.”

A transplant from Muscatine, Iowa, Gillmore resides in Surprise, Arizona with her husband Mike. She has two adult children and five grandchildren. She is writing another novel sure to please her growing fan base.

The novel, poetry book and audio CD of Gillmore’s poetry reading are available on her website, www.CLGillmore.com. The books are also available on Amazon in print and Kindle format.

Blame


 

I remember as a child lying in bed at night
Covers over my head, listening to them fight.
And I always wondered when I heard my name
If I was the cause or if I was to blame?
Had I played too loud and made them mad?
Forgotten my chores and made them sad?

Adopted by Roy Rogers

Adopted by Roy Rogers

I remember as a child lying in bed at night
Covers over my head, listening to them fight.
And I always wondered when I heard my name
If I was the cause or if I was to blame?
Had I played too loud and made them mad?
Forgotten my chores and made them sad?

I had to do something that was for sure.
I needed to be adopted by Roy Rogers!
Praying he’d hurry and find me each night,
Hiding under my covers ‘til the time was right.
Then off into the sunset we would both ride
Adopted by Roy Rogers, partners side by side.

I always knew that Roy adopted kids like me.
He only wanted special ones for his family.
I’d have to like horses and ridin’ the range.
Could I wear chaps or would I look strange?
Was my head too small for a ten gallon hat?
And if I wore boots would I fall down flat?

I had to do something that was for sure,
I needed to be adopted by Roy Rogers!
Praying he’d hurry and find me each night,
Hiding under my covers ‘til the time was right.
Then off into the sunset we would both ride
Adopted by Roy Rogers, partners side by side.

I didn’t ever give up even though he never came.
And hiding under blankets became a nightly game.
My westward imagination helped tuned out all the fights.
And pretending Roy was on his way got me through those nights.

I had to do something that was for sure.
I needed to be adopted by Roy Rogers!
Praying he’d hurry and find me each night
Hiding under my covers ‘til the time was right.
Then off into the sunset we would both ride
Adopted by Roy Rogers, partners side by side.

– C L Gillmore

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Here’s something new for me, the Beach Boys!

 

 

 

The Letter

It was July 1967 after graduation. I was sitting in the Maid-Rite chomping on a greasy burger and sipping a strawberry shake with one of my long time high school friends. We were talking about our future after high school. He had his life planned out…college, job and then marriage and kids. I marveled at those plans since I had no idea where my life was about to take me. Little did we know that only a few months later I would be sending letters to this sweet friend in Vietnam. Letters on rose-covered parchment stationary stamped with a sealing wax “C.”  Sometimes the best laid plans must wait.

This song, The Letter by the Boxtops, played all summer long and into the fall.  We in our small town listened and danced to it. Those young men, like my friend, listened and fought to it.  And all of us prayed with each letter that was written and received that the words to the song … Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home, ‘Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter…would happen.

Good morning from the Paperback Writer in Phoenix!  Get up, dance and enjoy!

Politicians Pleading Their Cases

I try not to be political but after last night’s President & Republican performance it’s hard not to be. Neither side gets it. They plead their case to the ones who must make all the concessions, none of which will touch any in Washington. Where is the outrage of our generation? “So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.” Morning from the Paperback Writer in Phoenix

Remembering Friends and the Beach



Summer of ‘66 heading into our senior year. Gravel pits, baby oil & iodine, juice cans in our hair and Pet Sounds album by the Beach Boys playing! We listened, copied, hung on every word & sent them in letters to boyfriends in Vietnam…and thought, “Wouldn’t It Be Nice?” Scandalous words then! Good morning from the Paperback Writer in rainy Phoenix! Crank it up!

 


classic song, original video…very good quality (for a 60’s video)….enjoy
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I Found A Lost Friend

Amazing…ID Bracelet friend? I “heard it through the grapevine” last night that all is well and living in California. Crazy how that works sometimes…Good morning from the paperback writer in Phoenix!

I am a Paperback Writer.

Paperback Writer by the Beatles

Remembering the 20 yr MHS class reunion picnic at Weed Park…talking with an old friend about our families and lives since high school. He asked, “What do you do for a living?” and I answered that I was a special education teacher but that someday I wanted to become an author. Little did I know that my “someday” would take 25 years to finally happen. I am now a “Paperback Writer!” Good morning! Crank it up!!

 

 

Childhood Sanctuary

In that ethereal place between dreams and wakefulness I often find myself strolling through my grandma and grandpa’s yard…the one that surrounds the big, two-story brown-shingled house in my small Iowa hometown. The overall affect of that particular place on my being is one of total sensory saturation. The yard is cool, quiet and peaceful. It smells of green and springtime. I am surrounded by color…at my feet and at my touch in every direction. I feel safe and loved and cherished in the yard that was for a time my childhood sanctuary—a sanctuary from all that was beyond my understanding and control.

-part of an essay by C.L. Gillmore

Artists Featured at Art Show

On the evening of July 8 I attended an art show opening in Phoenix at the Dearing Acting Studio hosted by Matt and Leeanne Dearing. They were such gracious hosts and their studio was a perfect venue to showcase many talented artists, a jeweler, an author, musicians and photographers. Two of the artists, Igor Brezhnev and Kathryn Henneman had their art on display. Kathryn created the cover and interior art work and Igor did the graphic design and formatting for my poetry book, Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes.

The studio reception area was bright and welcoming and led into a hallway that opened onto several separate rooms, including a theater, complete with theater chairs and a stage. The walls of the hallway and each room showcased each featured artist’s individual work. Jewelry, books and CDs were conveniently arranged on table displays. One of the larger back rooms was used as the hospitality room where even the food and drinks were artfully displayed…but soon gobbled up!

It was a lovely evening and I met with new artists, chatted with old friends, made some great new friends and networked…as I sipped a cool drink and munched on delicious refreshments. Who could ask for a better evening out?