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American Pickers

Spending the day with Sharon Richardson Wilson heading to LeClaire, Iowa to check out the “Pickers.” Hoping to find a wonderful treasure to bring home!

What Is Picking?

Call it treasure hunting, dumpster diving, modern archaeology or recycling America. No matter how you define picking, this is definitely not your grandmother’s antiquing.

Read more http://www.history.com/shows/american-pickers/articles/what-is-picking

CL Gillmore is Interviewed on Muscatine Digital TV Access Channel !

 

CL Gillmore was invited to be the pilot interview on the new Muscatine Digital TV Access Channel at Muscatine Community College that is being produced by the TV Production Class of 2012.

She was interviewed last week in Muscatine, Iowa at the Community College by Brad Bishop.  You can listen and watch her interview by clicking on the link below.

 

Muscatine Digital TV Interview

 

The TV interview will be aired in a few weeks on MPW Digital TV.

Congratulations Cheryl!

 

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.

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.

“There is a child inside each one of us, who comes out in front of the person we are most comfortable with…”

My soul friend, a kindred spirit.

“Without a real plan for what could happen, I made an effort and reached out for a chance meeting with someone who gave me a glimpse of the color again, if only for an instant. But in that instant, I saw it. I remembered it. And I wanted it. Someone stepped back through time and into my life again…and everything routine, mundane and colorless changed.  

This someone knew about my plans, my hopes, my dreams. This someone knew the person I had been when I started out. This someone knew me and because of that, I could clearly see a different path I wanted to walk down. A path that was filled with the colors of life once again. He had been a friend, my soul friend, a kindred spirit. He had been my lover. Forty years ago.

His name is Jake Richardson.”

~ excerpt from the novel “Uncommon Bond”

by C. L. Gillmore ©2011~

Sharing emotions…

“I write to share the emotions, hopes and dreams of my generation, the post-World War II baby boomers who watched social media take over lives. We’re living and loving in longer life spans except we are pushing the equivalent of a magic button with each electronic message.”