Dear Readers

Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits
Liberal (Adjective) - open to new behavior or opinions and willing to discard traditional values.  (of education) concerned mainly with broadening a person's general knowledge and experience, rather than with technical or professional training.
(Noun) -a person of liberal views.
Profane- adjective relating or devoted to that which is not sacred or biblical; secular rather than religious or a person or their behavior) not respectful of orthodox religious practice; irreverent.
(Verb)-treat (something sacred) with irreverence or disrespect.
Quarrelsome (Adjective)- given to or characterized by arguing.

     Summer seemed long and boring in Delaware, Ontario. A small city surrounded by farms and lots of highway screamed dull, dreary and mind numbing, repetitive events at the town hall. Bingo was played by the adults four times a week. Once a week there was a teen dance; but really there was much to do in the summer unless you walked, or biked miles to swim in the abandoned Komoka gravel pits which had filled up with water. All the teens did it at least those who didn’t work on the family farms did.

     Kathleen Jones hated living there. She hated that her parents had died and she now lived with her Great- Aunt Frieda. It was nineteen seventy, Kathleen should be going to great concerts and seeing the great bands that came through London, that is if her parents were alive and she still lived in nearby London, Ontario. Instead she was stuck in Dullsville; miles and miles of pastoral land far from any of the biggest cities where all the cool bands came. She thought about hitchhiking to London, but that was fraught with danger. There had been so many horror stories about that and just last year a young girl had been kidnapped and murdered. She shivered at the thought that they still hadn’t found the killer.

     Great-Aunt Frieda had kept Kathleen close to home for months. She had even balked at Kathleen going to the gravel pit with friends. Great- Aunt Frieda had become quarrelsome and difficult. Great-Aunt Frieda had ranted about how liberal parents were becoming and how she would not succumb to such frivolity as to allow the sexes to come together at a swimming hole and how anyone could grab young girls there. She had insisted on more visits to the nearby church for prayer. When Kathleen had recoiled at so much religious instruction Great-Aunt Frieda had gone on and on about how it was a serious matter to profane a church. She hadn’t profaned a church talk about exaggeration. After Kathleen promised to study her bible, Great-Aunt Frieda allowed her to frequent the boring weekly dances. Kathleen longed to go to the gravel pits and sun in her bikini and show off to some of the boys in their classes like some of her friends. Tommy Gunderson had begged her to show up and join him and some of his buddies from a swim and a picnic. Frankly Kathleen was flattered. Tommy was a year older and all the girls wanted him to ask them out.

     Kathleen had finally convinced her that Great-Aunt Frieda would take all precautions and not get into any vehicles even of people she knew if Great-Aunt Frieda had only let her go. Great-Aunt Frieda would only allow Kathleen to go with her best friend Terri if her brother, Karl came with them to the gravel pit.

    Karl annoyed Kathleen. He was two years older than Terri and Kathleen and bossy. If there had been a choice Kathleen would never have agreed but she wanted to go she had to see Tommy. And Tommy had to see her in her teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini. So they would ride their bikes tomorrow and stop at the Sulfur Springs for a sip of water and then on to the gravel pits for a refreshing swim. She could hardly wait.

To be continued next week

©Sheilagh Lee  July 23, 2014

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Three Word Wednesday - Vincent

Three Word Wednesday - Vincent


Eerie, adjective: Strange and frightening.

Guarded, adjective: Cautious and having possible reservations; (of a person's medical condition) serious and of uncertain outcome.

Translucent, adjective: (Of a substance) allowing light, but not detailed images, to pass through; semitransparent.


    I escaped the yard again. Why did my mother insist I stay in it? There was a whole other world out there which screamed for me to visit it. 
  I noted the other day that the people next door were new. It wasn’t the lady who lived there before who used to yell at me and scare me, but two people who now lived there. The man I wasn’t sure of, he was a bit guarded, but the lady spoke to me softly. She seemed to like me. Despite the fact that she often told me kindly I should go home, because my mother would miss me. I knew she liked me, I could sense it.
   My older brother Brad would fetch me from when ever I chose to visit other places scolding me constantly, even as I defending him and yelled at those who came near him. He had thought the backyard next door eerie with no one living there next door but even now he still didn't wish me to visit. Sometimes I wondered why they had adopted him. He wasn't anything like me. He jumped at shadows, but he was my brother and I loved him.
   Why didn’t they understand how I enjoyed the outdoors and longed to run free?  The light was translucent in the corner of the neighbour's yard. Sunlight streamed down in the other corners and it was warm and inviting with flowers and bugs to look at.  I needed to be there in that yard not in my tiny yard! Why must they always caution that to be safe I needed to stay in mother's backyard? As a boy I needed to play and see the world.
  I ran to the yard next door and felt the green grass untainted by others, except perhaps for that couple who believed it was now theirs. That's okay I'd share it with them. 
  I ran around the yard, next door, chasing butterflies and the little singing frog that lived near a tree. I chased the mouse that ran around then watched the cat Scooby, bat it around then kill it and leave it on the patio for the owners of the house. Frankly, I thought that was gross, but cats did what cats did and no one or thing could discern why they did it.
  I ran to the front yard to greet, as I heard the man come home in his car. I waited to meet him, but he yelled for me to go home my mother looked for me. Instead I ran around the house, pretending to go home and slipped into their yard once again. I heard my brother calling for me and hid under the low lying lilac tree. He yelled again but didn’t see me hiding there.

  The lady did and spoke to me softly, “Vincent you naughty boy. You need to go home your mother will be looking for you.”

  I liked her but I was not ready to go home I tried to hide myself deeper under the lilac bush but she too came under them.

  “Come here Vincent it’s time to go home now,” she cried and then in an angry voice she said as if she were my mother, “Vincent, bad boy! Go home, now!”

   I obeyed slipping under the fence.

 “So that’s how you’ve been slipping out, you bad dog,” cried my mother then turning to Brad she said, “Fill in the hole with dirt will you? Then post a piece of wood over the bottom of the fence so Vincent can’t get out again.”

  Brad started to do as mother asked and I growled at the board, but then I realized with a little digging I could be free and be anywhere I chose again. Time was on my side not theirs I would be free to again enjoy the yard next door, very soon.      ©Sheilagh Lee  July 9, 2014

On Holiday next week so no new story for two weeks.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Happy Independence Day

To my American followers on July 4th, 2014 on the occasion of America's 238th Birthday of 
 Independence Day 

Have a great holiday and enjoy the fireworks and enjoy...

Mariah Carey singing the Star Spangled Banner

America the Beautiful

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Three Word Wednesday -The Secwécwpemc People

Three Word Wednesday -The Secwécwpemc People

Divulge, verb: Disclose, reveal, tell, communicate, pass on, publish, broadcast, proclaim; expose, uncover, make public, give away, let slip; informal spill the beans about, let on about, let the cat out of the bag about.

Godless, adjective: Atheistic, unbelieving, agnostic, skeptical, heretical, faithless, irreligious, ungodly, unholy, impious, profane; infidel, heathen, idolatrous, pagan; satanic, devilish; immoral, wicked, sinful, wrong, evil, bad, iniquitous, corrupt; irreligious, sacrilegious, profane, blasphemous, impious; depraved, degenerate, debauched, perverted, decadent; impure.

Insignificant, adjective: Unimportant, trivial, trifling, negligible, inconsequential, of no account, inconsiderable; nugatory, paltry, petty, insubstantial, frivolous, pointless, worthless, meaningless, irrelevant, immaterial, peripheral; informal piddling.

The Secwécwpemc People

    The boat had landed on the shores of a vast territory. Everywhere you looked green trees, mountains rising up from the earth. Not just any trees great fir trees that almost touch the sky in their beauty. Their lungs could breathe pure fresh air and their bodies felt alive with the earth. The men could see why the Hudson Bay Company wanted this area scouted and the goods that the natives and trappers could provide brought to them. There were animals in abundance to trap and the men were to go further into the wilderness and see what other animals they could trap for their furs before they reached their destination.

   They walked for days over mountains, down mountains until they came to another beautiful area where the mountain met a crystal clear lake, fed by mountain streams.  One of the first scouts to the area had divulged the first time Henry had visited that there was godless, native peoples living here. But Henry Waller knew there could not be anyone godless in beauty like this and he had welcomed the chance to trade with the Secwepemc or Shuswap tribe nomadic peoples who lived in this area in the summer for trading. Now with the Hudson Bay Company monopoly ending even more traders would be entering these formerly insignificant wilderness areas to trap and trade goods with other companies. They then would import these goods to Europe and other places furs, and dried animal parts. Henry knew his contact with these indigenous peoples would help him and his men to come out ahead of the trading wars that might come.

    When Henry had met the tribe three years he had been welcomed the chief himself, Apenimon and met his daughter Aponi who was betrothed to Askuwheteau. His son Bemossed had not been so welcoming and had challenged Henry to fishing and hunting that Henry had excelled at.  Henry had allowed Bemossed to beat him, only to keep Bemossed’s pride, but Bemossed had guessed that Henry had done so. Bemossed appreciated the gesture, since he as chief’s son was expected to be the best. Henry and Bemossed had become friends and thus Henry stayed for over a year with the tribe collecting pelts and dried body parts to sell to the Hudson Bay Company.

    Their language very difficult to understand but Henry strived to master it. Living with the tribe for over a year, Henry learned more than simple phrases, he could now understand and speak their language. Though phrases like Secwécwpemc - ken ri7 which meant I am Shuswap the name of their tribe and Weyt-k which meant Hello if you spoke to more than one you said Weyt-kp, he taught to his men. The tribe wanted him to stay and were disappointed when he left. He hoped they would welcome him and his men warmly again.

    Henry and his men entered the grounds of the tribe to find them ailing, many were coughing droplets that flew through the air and landed on the men. Smallpox decimated the once large tribe. All around him people were suffering or dying. He found Askuwheteau dead and Aponi shivering over his body. Bemossed could not be found.

    Henry had suffered and survived from smallpox when he was five so he had immunity from the disease, Henry began administering to the sick and dying. His men fled into the forest away from the sickness lest they too be inflicted with smallpox. some came back ill and trembling and Henry worked night and day ministering to all of the sick with some of the tribes unaffected women. When the sickness started to pass some seven days later, and the bodies were counted, the dead numbered over two hundred more of the tribe dead and all of Henry’s men that had come back from the forest. Henry began bury the bodies and found the rest of his own men dead at the edge of the woods. They too had succumbed to the disease. Henry felt bad that traders had brought this illness to the people he grown to respect and admire.

    The chief survived and rewarded Henry with membership in the tribe. Henry decided that this was the life he wanted and he joined the tribe. A year later Aponi became his wife and they settled into a good life. Henry fished and hunted in the good months and they had food to feed the members of the tribe. They grew crops and were self-sufficient.  They had six sons and one daughter who lived a full life. The tribe continued to foster and grow until the colonial government divided the Secwepemc people into seventeen distinct groups with specific parcels of land designated to each. The Secwepemc people he was with stayed in the area of the lake and continued the old ways, but it wasn’t the same. Henry knew that with the land grab of the colonial government more couldn’t be far behind. Henry and Aponi’s descendants now still live in Kamloops not far from Shuswap Lake. As Henry suspected the land was taken from them however the old stories are told from generation to generation in the Heritage Park where the tribes history is told today.

©Sheilagh Lee  July 2, 2014

Sunday, June 29, 2014

My Canada- Happy Birthday Canada

My Canada

I live in beauty
A country so wide
People who care
For each other
Is our pride
When I visit places
In this country
So vast and open
I am thankful
For freedom to speak
Freedom to learn
And freedom to live
In harmony and joy
For my country
Is Canada
The colour of acceptance
All creeds, all colours, 
All orientations
We are on under the flag
Of the maple leaf
We wear with pride.
©Sheilagh Lee 
 June 28, 2014

♡ Happy 147th Birthday Canada! 
July 1st, 2014

This video was made a few years ago by some of my hometown people the song is 'Canadian Please'. I love this video.

Song & video produced by

Julia Bentley & Andrew Gunadie

Monday, June 23, 2014

New cover for upcoming e-book, A Diller A Dollar a Really Dead Scholar

New cover for upcoming e-book  

A Diller a Dollar a Really Dead Scholar

Lily Kelly, her adopted daughter Rose Brooksfield, her Great-Grandma Katha, and Amelia try to get over their trauma at the hands of a serial killer. Rose tries to overcome the whispers and innuendoes at school by joining in on school events, such as basketball and choir. Rose and her friend Carol arrive early to school to participate in choir only to find the choir teacher; Mr. Scholar has been brutally murdered. Rose collapses and is brought to hospital and Lily learns more than she wants to know about Alexander Scholar as she’s drawn into the investigation. Now Lily must help Emmett, and his new partner Kendall Owens, find the killer before he or she, threatens the Kelly clan yet again.

This is the old cover 

It wasn't how I envisioned  the cover it but it held the place until I designed this one drawing the heart and the instrument impaling to look like either a pen or knife.

and drum roll the new cover reveal...

Here's a clip my WIP (From Book 2 of The Kelly Clan Books

- A Diller A Dollar A Really Dead Scholar~~ starting with line

 7 of page 7 of the fifth editing pass (which is in progress) 

and including 7 lines. I added a little more so it would make sense.

“Carol he’s dead,” Rose indicated.

“I appreciate your dad is dead and we are sad, but why bring that up now Rose?” Carol retorted exasperated. 
“Mr. Scholar is here.”
“I don’t see him.”
That’s because he’s behind the desk. He’s dead,” Rose replied in a whisper.
“What did he have a heart attack or something? He’s awful young for that, but I understand lots of people have sudden heart attacks,” rambled Carol.
“Carol can you be quiet?”
“Well good grief, blame me like that! It’s not my fault the guy decided to have a heart attack!”
“He didn’t have a heart attack, someone has killed him and I think they took his heart.”
“Don’t joke around Rose. It isn’t funny.”
“I’m not joking.”
“Oh my God and we’re still in this room alone. The killer could come back and get us; if he isn’t in here all ready. I want my mother!” wailed Carol. She then dialled her mother on her cell phone and got no answer and wailed some more. 

And from page 77 

“While you’re thinking about it, think about this I have been married. My wife died.”
Katha reached out towards Emmett and patted his hands in sympathy, and then said, “I’m sorry Emmett.”
“You move forward, but you never forget. You carve a piece out for them, to remember them and then you can find new love. At least that’s what I’m told. I’m trying to balance that and move on with Lily.”
“Don’t hurt Lily. Thanks for the advice, Emmett. I will think on Terrence’s proposal and weigh all you’ve told me before making a decision. In the meantime, I’ve something to ask you.”
Should a policeman being saying that?” laughed Katha, “Seriously though I’ve decided to run for mayor. Could you be at my side in an hour, while I announce that I’m running for mayor?”
“You’re running for mayor?” Emmett asked shocked.
“Someone’s got to be the Mayor and replace dear, dead Horace. Why shouldn’t it be me?”
“Sounds good to me. You’ll have my vote,” Emmett answered.


A Diller a Dollar A Really Dead Scholar  coming soon

Thursday, June 5, 2014

D-Day Remembered-poem and story

    D-Day Remembered                                    

70 Years Ago- 

June 6, 1944

(this pic my uncle and some other soldiers not sure date.)

D-Day Remembered

Juno beach proud men
Brave strong fearless
Bonded for life
No grumbling,
Though it wasn’t painless
Memories haunting them still

Juno Beach, a watery grave
Boats destroyed, ninety landing craft in all
Men loaded down with equipment
Their bodies some sank
Memories haunting them still

Bodies floating on water
As surviving troops advanced
Stretched across the fifty mile shore
Bodies strewn across the beach
Looking on in horror
Memories haunting them still

As they thought
Poor men, poor devils
And guiltily thought
Thank God, it’s not me
Memories haunting them still

Parachutists falling and failing
As the surf broke the coast
Many missing targets
And drowning in fields
Memories haunting them still

Gliders aborting others
Shot on the way down
Crawling out of wreckage
To soldier on, doing duty
Memories haunting them still

Taken captive by enemy
Prisoners in this stage
In this passage of time
No balm to the recollections
Memories haunting them still

Those that survived
Remember those comrades
 They lost that day
As time lingers on
Memories haunting them still

Those who gave their all
For King and country
We remember but also
Those that suffered
Memories haunting them still

We thank them for
Making our country
Whole and safe
From tyranny and strife
Even as memories haunting them still

We thank them for
Fighting the good fight
For making Canada, remarkable
As citizens who care
We thank them still

©Sheilagh Lee  June 5, 2014

On Juno Beach

        The old man stood on the beach tears in his eyes, as he thought of the past it rolled back in his mind like he was there again.

“I don’t want to do this,” he cried as a young soldier.
 “Look around you what do you see? Bodies of good men who gave their lives; so we could continue the fight. We need to take this beach, the whole world counts on it. Besides they’d never think we’d come across in this weather.”
“Those paratroopers missed their targets, as did our R-boats. This is a disaster.”
“It’s not for you to say. We’re the 9th Canadian infantry brigade, we can take them. Join me, jump into the water and start swimming to the shore. Let’s do this,” Sarge answered.

     The boy soldier jumped into the choppy cold sea, swimming past dead soldiers, cannon fire and explosions exploding around him in the water.  He marched on past more bodies, past exploding shells, until late in the afternoon when they advanced on Carpiquet Airport. Low on ammunition they dug in for a night, that lasted a month, while bodies still fell around him.   

    The old man pulled himself back from the memories wiping his eyes, he looked towards the memorial. Seventy years ago passed since that fifteen year old boy fought and Sarge had died. Those dying boys, men and survivors were owed a duty. He would be there for the memorial every year to honour them, until he couldn’t  do anymore.
©Sheilagh Lee  June 5, 2014