Do you remember the first writing you had published? Most writers do.
Mine went like this:
KNOCK KNOCK.
Jumped from the tub. Grabbed for a towel.
I raced to the door on high.
Looked high and low. No one was seen.
Least not by the naked I.
Least not by the naked I.
During the years, I’ve taught many
writing classes. One of my themes to my
students has been “Write about what you know about." The rule worked for me
again when I wrote a short piece of prose for a magazine. I followed my own
advice in the following sketch which earned an editor’s acceptance and a small
check.
In
the 1940s, our Methodist minister in Olathe, Kansas often spoke of the Second
Coming. One Sunday morning, I thought
this had actually happened. A tall man,
dressed in spotless summer whites decorated with heavy gold braid on the sleeves
and shoulders entered our church and seated himself front and center. Adults looked at him from the corners of
their eyes. Kids stared openly. Nothing like this had ever happened in our
town.
But no, it wasn’t the Second Coming. The man was a lieutenant from the new naval
air station the federal government had just opened a few miles outside our
sleepy village in land-locked Kansas. I
almost burst with excitement . His
family was from Hastings-on-Hudson in New York, and they had moved next door to
us. They had two children, and they
needed a babysitter. Me?
No. Cautious parents didn’t allow their daughters to babysit
for strangers. You never knew what those men might do.
Mom and I took Lt.
Comfort and his family a heaping box of strawberries from our garden. They acted as if they had never seen
strawberries fresh from a patch before. I wondered where they got
strawberries. Were there no strawberry
patches in Hastings-on-Hudson, N.Y.?
“Any special way
you fix strawberries?” Lt. Comfort asked.
“If we have sugar, we usually sugar them down and add
cream,” Mom answered. “But if you have
no sugar, they’re delicious right from the box.”
“We have sugar, but we don’t have cream,” Lt. Comfort
said.
“I’d lend you some,” Mom said, “but we’re out, too.”
“I’ll go get us some,” Lt. Comfort said.
Mom shook her head.
“No grocery stores are open on Sunday in Kansas. It’s the law.”
Lt. Comfort smiled.
“We’ll see.”
We headed for home.
An hour or so later, Lt. Comfort appeared at our door carrying a cup of
sugar and a pint jar of thick cream.
Nobody thought of fat or cholesterol in those days.
“For your strawberries,” he said, offering the gifts to my
mother. “We can get sugar from the
commissary on the base, and I found us some cream.”
Mom looked at him wide-eyed. “Where did you find cream on Sunday?”
He grinned. "Drove
to the air base and revved up my trainer plane.
Just flew around the countryside until I spotted a pasture filled with
cattle. I landed the plane, and a farmer came running out, sort of excited.”
Mom’s eyes grew even wider and I could tell she was
squelching laughter.
“It was a smooth piece of land. The farmer said something about scaring his
cows, and I apologized. When I asked for
a quart of cream, he just shook his head.
By then his wife had joined us, and she invited us
into their home. She went to her refrigerator and found some
cream for me”
“I gave her a few dollars," Lt. Comfort said, “and she
seemed real happy about the whole thing.
Farmer’s name is Hoff.”
“I know her,” Mom said. “I’ll
get her jars back to her.”
Mom fixed the best strawberries I’ve ever tasted.’
“You just never know what those men will do,” Mom said.
Later, we did know just what those men would do. They’d win a war for us.
Lt. Comfort, if you’re still around Hastings-on-Hudson—we’re
forever grateful!
When my husband and I started spending winters in the Florida Keys, that writing rule worked again for me, and I wrote a series of six mystery novels set in Key West. I thoroughly enjoyed writing what I was beginning to know about.
When my husband and I started spending winters in the Florida Keys, that writing rule worked again for me, and I wrote a series of six mystery novels set in Key West. I thoroughly enjoyed writing what I was beginning to know about.
The good news for me this year is that those six Key West mysteries
have been released as e-books, and they’ll be around for a long time to come. You can look for them on Amazon Kindle, Barnes
& Noble, Untreed Reads Books. And
the 16,000 libraries in the United States may be able to find them via
Overdrive.