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"I Like My Cooking on the Wild Side"
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Family history:..: the story about my uncle Dirty Baby, Yep, that's what we all called him.. Now this was back in the 40s and he made his living making shine back in the black water of the swamp. Most men in town knew him, and most was regular customers. Because he made the best shine that ever came out of them swamps. Now Uncle Dirty Baby loved to fish, so while the mash cooked off he settle in to catch some bass for supper. He had caught three or four fish and he had more bites than he could count, it was then he noticed he was almost out of bait.

Well, he didn't have any bait and he didn't have enough fish for supper so he started looking around for something to fish with.

Now over on a log ole Mr. Cotton mouth was trying to swallow this big old bull frog. And he wasn't paying attention as Uncle Dirty Baby snuck up and grabbed him by the neck. Well, that frog was stuck real good in that ole snakes mouth and he was not too happy that Uncle was trying to pull it out. That's when Uncle Dirty Baby thought of the jar of shine in his pocket. So he holds that ole snake up and pours a bit down his mouth. Quicker than you could say Mississippi that old snake turned loose of that frog. Now Uncle had the frog and he put the snake back on the log. It just looked like it was dead, laying there not moving. Which gave Uncle Dirty Baby's conscience a little tug, after all he knew that ole snake was gonna be upset over losing his supper..

But, he baited his hook with that ole frog, and cast it out, He smiled as he watched a big old bass coming towards it and prepared to catch him. By now he had forgotten stealing that snake's frog. That bass was a smart one and was in no hurry to get caught. It was then that Uncle Dirty Baby felt something tap against his leg. But his eyes were on that fish and he kicked it away. He was going to set that hook in that big old bass.

Again he felt a tap, this was more persistent and much harder. So he looked down and saw it was that ole Cotton mouth, holding two frogs in it's mouth


"I Like My Cooking on the Wild Side," is written by Gloria Kenmare Grant, author of five mystery novels. Gloria grew up in the swamps just outside Mobile Alabama, in an area plentiful with wild life. Her family was rich in the ways of family, love and religion. But as most families in the 1940’s, they were poor in ways of finances. Wild meat was a family favorite; taught by a favorite Uncle to shoot, Gloria at an early age became an active hunter. Later Gloria lived in North Carolina and there she enjoyed Bear and Buffalo. Her love of the outdoors led her to bass fishing in the lakes of NC. Her Mama was always a great cook. She taught her girls to cook, nearly everything from the sea food of the Gulf to the things that lived in the swamps of Alabama.

"Living Dolls" published ny Publishamerica.
“The Quaint town of Bar Haven sat perched beside the water. The light posts in the center of town were wrapped in candy can stripes. Festive decorations hung above the streets, and holiday decorations hung from some of the doors. Bar Haven was a lovely old fishing town, which over the years has had its face in many a visiting artists’ works.

Until a few years ago, children used to roam freely around the neighborhoods. The Bar Haven Elementary School, sat tucked safely behind its new high chain link fence, until now the children had no fears as they walked home alone. Today no children playing in or near the streets and mothers hold onto them tightly. Despite the new security, the children continue to disappear, and the town is irate and scared.

Detective Dave Turner spends all his waking time trying to solve these mysterious disappearances.

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At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” then calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.


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In the spring the well cared for parks allowed people to either watch the children play or simply sat and read as they enjoyed the sea breeze and the shade. If this had been summer it would have been buzzing with varieties of events. All aimed at amusing and enticing the tourist. In the summer every weekend you had a festival, there was the art festival, craft festival, lobster festival to name a few. In the fall painters set their easels up to capture the beauty of the fall colors. Not now, now it was cold, and the snow had called the tourist to the slopes to the west.

The Bar Haven Elementary school sat tucked safely behind a high chain link fence, there had never been any reason to have the fence until now. Three years ago this had been a town that kids played on the sidewalks until their mothers called them in to supper. They had no fear as they walked to school alone. That was three years ago, now no children played on the streets. Now mothers held on tightly as they walked them to school. Yet the children still disappeared, the town was angry, and very afraid.

'Sunshine and Fireflies" Published by Iuniverse Publishers.
Sunshine and Fireflies is a story set in late 1800 in Rural Mississippi. The story line continues into 1920”s and the great depression era. It covers the life of Emily a young girl who narrowly escapes death at the hands of her insane mother. Catherine joins the story as the school teacher who befriends Emily as she faces the jeers of her peers. Catherine soon finds herself drawn to Emily’s handsome father, who is still in love with his demented wife. It is a story of hate, love, death and survival in a family. It is a story inside a story that keeps you reading to see what lies ahead for young Emily and her family.
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Catherine took a step back, and looked deep into his steel blue eyes. She knew at this moment he did not love her nor did she love him. She admired him and liked him, but that wasn’t love. Even with that knowledge she knew Jim was a good man. He had proven that to her and every one who knew him. She knew all the things that he and his daughter had withstood before the reality that the marriage was hopeless. Catherine had been a widow too long not to want a man in her life again. But was she ready to chance her heart to a man who still loved his ex-wife, and maybe always would? She had to decide or risk spending the rest of her life alone like Window Jenkins or take a chance on love.