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Monthly Archives: August 2012

Thanks to The Boomer and the Babe for an awesome opportunity today! I was a guest on their talk radio network!

Listen to the full broadcast here!

 

Listen to internet radio with Boomer and The Babe on Blog Talk Radio

CL Gillmore to attend a book club event.

“The Des Moines’ 7th Best Book Club” of Des Moines, Iowa will feature author C. L. Gillmore at their September book club meeting.

Monday, September 10, 2012
Meet and greet from 7:00 – 9:00 P.M.

Smokey Row Coffee Co.
1910 Cottage Grove, Des Moines, IA 50314 * Phone: 515-244-2611

Please RSVP to Leigh Ebbesmeyer at 515-210-6158.

CL Gillmore on KWPC Radio


Cheryl will be featured on the following KWPC radio programs.
Tune in and listen!

Friday, August 24th at 9:15 a.m. on Coffee Chat with Jane Daufeldt
Thursday, August 30th at 8:30 a.m. with Mayor DeWayne Hopkins

Also, on Thursday, August 30th at 4:30 p.m., Cheryl will tape a cable TV program “Access Muscatine” hosted by Chad Bishop.

The taping will take place in Larson Hall at Muscatine Community College.

August Paintings and Poetry

PAINTINGS AND POETRY

We hope you are enjoying our monthly presentation, our gift to you.

“Allegorical Journey”
by Kathryn Henneman

“Common Bond”

The shadowed streaks of twilight slip silently away
And tuck behind the mountains to mark another day.
Now leaving just the night sounds to whisper and remind
Of magical trips and trusted friends, lost and left behind.

To a time when only dreams had the power to transcend
And bring us together, beyond the unrest, one by one as friends.
Kindred souls, sharing a moment, bound by love and freedom.
Moved by the words and music…we danced to a different drum.

Those days and nights are forever etched deep within my heart.
I see their faces, hear their voices, though so many years apart.
Their love and friendship, counsel and humor, are a part of what I say.
And nudge me now so gently with thoughts I write each day.

I wish I would have realized those many years ago
Our moment was just an instant in the lives we were to know.
I could have brushed a farewell kiss as I gazed into each face.
But one by one, we left not knowing we had shared our last embrace.

~ From Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes by C. L. Gillmore ©2011~

 

Kathryn’s paintings and Cheryl’s poetry will soon be available in note cards and will comprise a twelve-month calendar for next year…2013!

To view all of Kathryn’s artwork visit her website at www.kathrynhenneman.com All of Kathryn’s pieces are for sale.

Through all the years, the scent of new still lingers.

It was May 1967 in my small hometown of Muscatine, Iowa–a time you dream about, plan for and that everything seems to lead up to–senior year, last day of high school.

I cleaned out my locker, closed it and worked the combination one last time–16-4-36–then had a final conversation and hug with Bob Wiese, whose locker was next to mine. I walked down the hallway and up the steps–pausing for a brief good-bye with Mr. Robinson, my favorite teacher–and then exited through the large double front doors and down the four concrete front steps for the very last time.

Later that day I sat in the Maid-Rite–chomping on a greasy burger and sipping a strawberry shake–with Paul Sehnert, Dan Bloomer and Kay Ruekert–long time high school friends. We laughed, reminisced, signed one another’s yearbooks and talked about the future–mostly college and jobs. I marveled at their plans and wondered where my life would take me. That was 45 years ago when we were all eighteen years old. We saw each other briefly that summer but then lost track. Someone told me Dan passed away a few years after high school.

The weekend of August 24th, 2012 I will once again find myself in the company of many of my former classmates as we celebrate the 45-year reunion of the Class of 1967. We will laugh and reminisce about those youthful years in the late 1960s. We will attempt to catch up on 45 years of where our futures led us. And we will remember in spirit the young friends we left behind…forever captured in time on the pages of the MHS Auroran Yearbook.

“Best of luck, have fun, be good and always remember me…”

Cheryl

The Muscatine Journal Features C.L. Gillmore ~ Returning to Her Roots

 

MUSCATINE, Iowa – An author’s bond with her past prose helped forge her role as a professional wordsmith. Now, she’s returning home to Muscatine to reconnect with friends and family – including one friend who might just bring back a flood of memories.

When Cheryl Gillmore Kobel returns to Muscatine for her 45th class reunion, her classmates can read about what she’s been up to – under her pen name of C.L. Gillmore.

Read the full article here.

Excerpt from “A Friend Request,” a novel by C.L. Gillmore

 

The next slow song the band played was “Baby I Need Your Lovin’” by Johnny Rivers. Jake set the sound and the lights and led me out onto the dance floor for the first time. I was so nervous I was shaking.

I was a terrible slow dancer, I never felt comfortable. There had been no one to teach me. I didn’t know how to follow. I felt awkward

and invariably stepped on my partner’s foot or missed a beat and tripped. Slow dancing was stressful—and it was too close, too intimate for me. 

That was before Jake.

We stopped in the middle of the dance floor and Jake put his arm around me and took my hand in his.

“What’s wrong? You’re shaking, Rose.”

“Jake, I can’t slow dance—can’t follow anyone. I’ll step all over your feet and…”

I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence. Jake pulled me closer, looked into my eyes and whispered in that low, steady voice, “Hush now. Take a breath and relax. I’m a strong lead. Close your eyes and move with me. Just move with me, Rose.”

I listened to his voice and did exactly what he said—took a deep breath, closed my eyes and moved with Jake.

Magic. That was the only word for what happened when Jake held me in his arms and we danced that night. It was magic.

All my fear—all my apprehension—faded away.

I heard the music. I felt Jake’s arms around me. I fit perfectly up against him, molding into his body as we danced. He pressed his lips against my neck, my ear—breathing, whispering—and left me breathless. That light caressing contact traveled to my core like lightning flashes.

He knew where to put each hand, how and when to apply just the right amount of pressure to lead me. I felt the slightest change of direction, every hesitation and turn as we moved around the dance floor. We moved as one—like we’d been dancing for years—and yet it was our first time. Our first dance together…as a couple.

Jake led—I followed.

Slow dancing with Jake was different. Very different than anything I’d experienced before. I felt safe in his arms. We connected so intimately as we danced. And with Jake, that was okay too. I loved how his body felt against mine, how his hands touched me—one securely on my shoulder, fingers trailing up the back of my neck and into my hair—the other sensuously pressed and softly kneading the small of my back. I clasped both hands over his shoulders and around his neck and rested my head against the side of his face. I felt him spread the fingers of each hand across my hips and pull me closer against him as we moved, brushing his lips across my cheek, my hair. Our bodies fit perfectly…the hardness of his against the softness of mine.

He continued to whisper softly into my ear and no matter what the words, when Jake spoke them—they became sensual, erotic. In between the words, he brushed his lips lightly over my cheek, my ear and I felt his breath against my skin. His chest moved against mine as he breathed in and out. Something ached deep inside me.

Jake took my breath away. He made me tremble. Made me long for him. And when I looked into his eyes, I saw that same longing for me. No one ever made me feel like this and I wondered if anyone affected him this way. I hoped not. I wanted to be the only one. I wanted him to always remember how he felt with me.

Jake was the most sensual young man I’d ever been with. There was something about him. I felt it from the moment we met—his manner, his touch, his sureness, the way he looked into my face. He knew what to do with a woman’s body when he danced with her—with me. It was lovely, more than lovely.

I never wanted the song to end. I never wanted the dance to end. I wanted to stay in Jake Richardson’s arms forever.

Common Bond

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