My grandparents came to visit us, when I was six. When they got ready to leave, they invited me to come with them to stay at their house for a week. My first road trip without my parents...I was practically an adult.
As we motored through the rural lands of east Texas, my grandfather pointed out different types of birds and trees. Suddenly excited, he said to my grandmother, "Lois, look at those cat tails." Naturally, my head whipped around. I couldn't see them and yelled, "Pappaw...where?" He told me they were all along the fence. I looked back, but I still didn't see them.
Through the rest of the trip I kept wondering why there would be cat tails on a fence. Who would put them there and why weren't my grandparents upset about this? The way my grandfather pointed them out, he actually seemed happy about the cat tails. How could these people that I adored, be happy that there were cats walking around without tails...or worse, maybe they had been killed for their tails. And now, I was about to be spending a week alone with these depraved people. How could my parents let them take me?
Later that night, when we were having dinner at my grandparent's house, my grandmother mentioned that she wished we would have stopped and gotten some of the cat tails so that she could add them to her collection. I said in a stunned voice, "You have a collection?" My grandmother replied nonchalantly, "Yes, I can't believe you never noticed them, they're all over the house. Come on, I'll show you."
Morbid curiosity getting the better of me...I got up from the table and followed my grandmother into the living room where she pointed to several dried flower arrangements. You can't imagine my relief in finding out that cattails were plants and my grandparents weren't...spawns of the devil.
This is the official blog of the husband and wife writing team of Barry Andrew Chambers and Janice Chambers. If you took Jane Austen's, EMMA, put her in a 21st century luxury resort hotel, surrounded her with a cast of off-beat characters that would feel at home in a Janet Evanovich novel… you would get Emma Wood, matchmaker. Check out our "Bio to Bs" (behind the scenes) posts to read our personal stories that have found their way into our Emma Wood novels.
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That is too funny!
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Cute story!
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Ha, ha, ha! That is hilarious!!!
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Checked out your blogs...so sorry about your house being blown away, but your cats are wonderful!!
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