Family, Magical Moments, Remembrance

40 Years! You & Me, Babes!

Friday, August 26, 1978 was the day I said, “I do,” to the man I loved then and do so still. Today, August 26, 2018, we celebrate our love.

Enjoy, with us, a short trip down memory lane from back then…

The Wedding Invitation – Forty years ago!

Invitation to our wedding in 1978 - forty years ago.
Invitation to our wedding in 1978.

The Inside

Forty yrs ago - Invitation

The Ceremony

The wedding started promptly at 4:00 p.m. and was such fun. We wrote our own vows and had the organist play music that was popular of the times — Tubular Bells from the Exorcist; Nights in White Satin by Moody Blues; and Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. Music of the 70s at its finest.

We walked each other down the aisle, and doing so cut the ceremony down by about 10 minutes. After the ceremony, Albert and I were walking out of the church (ahead of the guests) when we saw a couple we had known for several years walking up the sidewalk. Suddenly, the wife took the gift she was carrying and hit her husband upside the head and said, “I told you we would miss it!”

Albert and I laughed so hard.

The Reception

Throughout the reception line, Albert kept pulling at his collar; even back then he would sweat just by breathing. We were looking forward to getting out of our clothes. It was a hot August day.

Wedding image on Aug 26, 1978.
Cutting the cake on Aug 26, 1978.

We saved the top of the cake for our one year anniversary. It didn’t keep well. Neither one of us got a good taste of the cake. We heard it was wonderful.

We had matches as souvenirs. Wish I had a picture of the matchbook. It said The Perfect Match with our names and date. Of course, back then, everybody smoked.

The After Party and the Honeymoon

We left the church and everyone was invited to our house out in the cove. It was an old farm-house we rented with 29 acres. A wonderful place that we enjoyed very much. We lived there all of four months. The landlord decided he wanted to sell the farm. Being young newly weds, we couldn’t afford it.

Lots of folks dropped in for the after party. We left for our honeymoon about ten that night. One of my bridesmaids agreed to stay at our house while we were gone on our honeymoon.

Our Honeymoon began as one big adventure that kept repeating itself (Stay tuned for future reveals). My husband is not a planner when we travel. Any plans we have, it is because I make them. It was my job to plan and pull off the wedding. His one and only job was the honeymoon. I should have known what was in store for me, but I was blinded by love.

The First Surprise

We arrived in Roanoke about 11 or 11:30 p.m.; and I asked where would we be staying. Albert smiled at me and said, “It’s a surprise.” And it was.

Albert had failed to make reservations. As it turned out, there were two different concerts that weekend–one in Salem and one in Roanoke. There were no beds to be had. I lost count after the fifth hotel/motel we stopped to check for a possible bed. It was getting close to 12:30 a.m. when I looked at Albert and said, “Okay, I give. Where is the surprise?”

He laughed and said, “I’ll try one more place.” It was a Motel 6. He came back to the truck (yes, my husband is such a romantic) and said, “I got us a room. But, you’re going to have to be imaginative about the room.”

I snickered and wondered aloud, “How imaginative?”

“It will be fine,” he replied.

The manager walked us up to the room, which I thought was odd. All of the rooms along the corridor opened on to the walkway-balcony. The manager stopped at the end room and looked at me and said, “I’m sorry miss, but this is all we have.”

He opened the door and there were two twin beds, unmade, covered with old furniture. To add insult to injury, there was no air conditioning.

By about 2:00 a.m., we finished moving the furniture and got settled in for the night.

“Honey, you’ve been such a good sport, I want to give you this gift to show you my love,” Albert said handing me a beautifully wrapped box.

I replied, “Oh, my. I have something for you too.” I handed him a smaller box wrapped in blue paper with summer flowers.

He opened his box and it was an engraved pocket watch with Roman numerals with the clock works on display as the second-hand revolved around the face. My box contained a gorgeous diamond necklace.

We snuggled and fell to sleep out of exhaustion.

We hope you enjoyed our little trip down memory lane! We will share more adventures of our time together these last forty years as we celebrate our love.

Update on my next book

The second book, DarkShadow, of The Chronicles of Eldershire is in process. Plans are to have a preliminary DRAFT finished by fall. It is later than planned, but this past summer was hard on me health wise. I found out I was allergic to soy and sesame seed, and then I got shingles. If that wasn’t enough, I’ve fought two bouts of poison ivy. Oh the joys!

Hugs and Write On!
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Family, Life, Love, Magical Moments, Writing

Thirty-eight — The number of years we’ve loved each other!

Friday, August 26 will be our thirty-eight year anniversary! Here are few snap shots from way back then…

Wedding Invitation – Thirty-eight years ago!

Invitation to our wedding in 1978 -thirty-eight years ago.
Invitation to our wedding in 1978.

















Here is the inside:

Thirty-eight yrs ago - Invitation

















Here we are cutting our cake. The wedding was such fun and we were looking forward to getting out of our clothes. It was a hot August day.

Thirty-eight years ago. Cake is old.
Cutting the cake.

















My pose for the paper

Back then, b/w photos were the norm. Look at our napkins. The letter “N” was going to be part of my initials!

Pam posing and napkins from thirty-eight years ago.
Pam posing and our napkins.
















We had matches as souvenirs, too. Wish I had a picture of the matchbook. It said “The Perfect Match” with our names and date. Course, back then, everybody smoked.

Hope you’ve enjoyed our little trip down memory lane!

Hugs and Write On!

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Happy Monday, Magical Moments, Nature, Writing

The Great Escape in the Hobbit Queen

Today, the weather was about as perfect as anyone could ask for — the sun was shining, the sky was a brilliant blue, the water was calm on Reed Creek, and the temperature was a steady 70°F to 72°F. We launched our little rooftop boat—The Hobbit Queen—for her maiden voyage of 2016. We were making the great escape in the Hobbit Queen on a Sunday afternoon.


The Great Escape

The Great Escape - Reed Creek
Riding up Reed Creek on a Sunday afternoon – The Great Escape


We rode up creek as far as the depth of the water would allow. When we came upon shallow water with rocks causing fast rapids, the current picked up significantly. We turned off the 2-hp motor and allowed the boat to coast back—the current carried us along.. The creek snakes and meanders along for about two or so miles. As the crow files, it probably isn’t a half a mile distance from where we met the rapids and where we launched our little boat.


While coasting along, we enjoyed a few drinks, leaned back in our seats, and took in the scenery as it changed and we floated at a snails pace. It was peaceful. The great escape was proving to be worth every effort it took to get our boat ready for its voyage.


The Great Escape - Rapids on Reed Creek
The rapids on Reed Creek – The Great Escape!


The water was very clear. We could see to the bottom, though it was a lot deeper than it appeared. We saw the occasional fish. Not nearly as many as we’d hoped. My husband and I talked about how the fish seemed to have dwindled since we began seeing different predators—bald eagles, snapping turtles, blue herons, and a type of duck we’ve been told love to eat young fish.


Along the banks, animal life was abundant. We counted at least six Canada geese guarding their nests and several squirrels scampered along tree branches. One made its way down to the water to quench its thirst before it scurried up a nearby oak tree.


There were also a few humans fishing along the bank. One said he had caught a single fish. It was another sign that the fish population isn’t what it used to be. We used to catch a dinner’s worth of red eye or sunfish—enough to feed four or five folks.

The End


After docking the Hobbit Queen, we made our way back up to the house. It was almost five thirty. The Great Escape had come to an end. Dinnertime was not far off. When I walked into the kitchen, I realized I had failed to set out a frozen chicken casserole dinner to thaw. Dinner plans were now changed.


While I waited on my dear husband to make up his mind about dinner, I decided I’d write about our adventure. The window to the Martin room was open. I could hear a squirrel working as hard a he could to break open a newly found walnut. He would rub it on the branch. Turn it around in his paws. Rub it back and forth again. It sounded as though he was sawing a branch or strumming a tune on an odd wooden instrument. Then, he’d place the walnut in his mouth and try to pry it open. Only to have to rub it once more. After ten minutes of working, he finally met with success. You could almost hear his joy as he bit into the walnut meat.


If I had a good camera—you know the kind, with a telephoto lens. I’d share a picture. The sunlight shown like a halo capturing his silhouette from the back as the sun was beginning to set in the west. His tail was fluffed and he would twitch it ever so often as if he was doing a happy dance while he ate.


The day was relaxing. I didn’t think much about anything. I just soaked up the moments.


How about you? Have you made a great escape into nature? When was the last time you floated along and soaked up the moment? Share your thoughts or comments!

Audio Version of The Fire Within

Keep a look out for the next Happy V. I. P. Reader e-mail coming the end of May or first of June. I’ll have the latest information about the release of the audio version of The Fire Within. It’s taken me a little longer than planned to produce the audio. But, I think you will find it will be worth the wait. I hope you will. Don’t forget, if you haven’t already. Be sure and update your profile so that I can enter your name in the second quarter drawing for birthday surprises! If you have a birthday in April, May, or June, your name will be entered to receive a special gift!

Update on My Next Series

I’m making some progress on my next series. I have setup a special Pinterest page found at the URL:

The following gives you an idea of the premise of the first book, which I’ve not named yet:


At 63, Kay Carson, the series female protagonist, steps through a portal that gives her the chance to be fifteen again. KC, as her friends call her, is faced with life and death choices that forces her to ponder her life, her existence, her past, her future as she begins a journey through the worlds of mysticism, magic, and mathematics intertwined with wicked consequences.


On the Pinterest page, I’ve placed some pictures to help me visualize the story. If you’d like to help me find images to help me see the villains as well as fairey folk, mystical beings, or other potential characters, feel free to write me at info at pambnewberry dot com. Or, leave a comment and I’ll write you directly.

What kinds of pictures am I looking for?

  1. Pictures of snowmen – happy, cute, evil, friendly, cruel, villanous
  2. Pictures of witches — ugly, beautiful, scary, mean, tricky, kind
  3. Pictures of mushrooms — unique, colorful, magical
  4. Pictures of fairies — you know the kind – spry, beautiful, whimsical, mischievous, and smart

What other kinds of mystical, magical, or weird creatures would you like to see in a story? What kinds of “good” people should help Kay?

If you feel so inclined, share in the comments or write directly to me what you like to read about when you read a story.

Until next time,

Write on with Cheers!
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This post, The Great Escape in the Hobbit Queen, was first published on Pam’s Blog.

Life, Magical Moments, Writing

No Sleep — So, I’m writing

Have you ever gone to bed wanting to have a good night’s rest only to wake at the slightest sound? And then, to make matters worse, you are wide awake!

No Sleep – that was me this morning. I tossed and turned in the bed until my back was hurting. So, I got up so I wouldn’t disturb my husband. I looked over in his direction. I couldn’t see him, it was too dark. I wished I could snore like he was doing. That was 3:00 a.m.

It’s now 6:15 a.m. After working on FB and catching up with a variety of folks, I thought I might as well try writing a blog post. So here I am. Rambling. No sleep. My brain in a fog.

The saving grace is that it is Monday. Yay! So, for that I leave you with this lovely picture I found:

Little girl dreaming her story as she reads...
Little girl dreaming her story as she reads…

Write on!

The post No, Sleep.–so I’m writing was first published on Pam’s Blog.