She had always wanted to visit the collection of sculptures in Rhyolite, Nevada – always. But Rhyolite is so far out of the way from anything, it’s about 120 miles northwest of Las Vegas, on a paved, but very bumpy road, which winds its way through a landscape littered with Joshua trees, desert sage and interesting rock formations. It is about 4 miles outside of Beatty, Nevada, but really that doesn’t serve as much of a point of reference, as probably 99.99% of the world’s population doesn’t know where Beatty, Nevada is either. Suffice it to say – Rhyolite is in the middle of desert, in the middle of nowhere.
With a love of all things strange; strange buildings, strange art formations, strange landmarks, she was always searching for the new, but old. She was drawn to ghost towns such as a nail is to a magnet. To her, it was like walking back into the past, seeing the old, decaying buildings, and wondering – why people would think the site they built their town on, was a good site, and considering – why they left it as they did.
Demented Christmas Memories and Furniture Polish by S.D. Gates
It’s funny the things you remember from your childhood, strange memories that you don’t really share with anyone because they are just so whacky and odd. I have several that always stick in my mind, and one that particularly disturbs me, every time I smell lemon Pledge (the furniture polish) or think about Christmas. And you might be wondering how on earth could this be applicable to Solveig’s Advent Calendar posts. Hang on, and I shall tell you.
I read the book, quickly, the way I devoured the likes of Harry Potter and other childhood favourites. It was the first time that I read an ebook and that on my phone. I suddenly had a hard time putting down that computer we call phone (I don’t actually use it that much for calling). While I read the book, about the three ghost children, who had way too early lost their lives and who were stuck in our world fighting evil entities and trying to figure out how to go to the nice place, I thought of my mom, because I was sure that this was the type of story she would love to read.
The book, From Cornflakes to Eternity(here’s my review of it), written by fellow blogger S.D. Gates, who I had the pleasure ‘meeting’ during last year’s A to Z Challenge, she was too late to sign up on the official website, but participated anyways, I am glad that she did, because I might not have found out about her first book. I found out after the challenge that she had a book out in the wild, waiting for reads and reviews, when she had a special offer for it on kindle. So yes, I read it for free, but reading it I longed to pay for what I was reading. Continue reading “B is for Book #AtoZChallenge”
The Holiday season for me is a like a collage of memories, all with different traditions. When asked to write this post by my friend Solveig, I had to dig deep into the recesses of my mind uncover the memories of my Christmases past. I suspect if I had lived in the same country, surrounded by family all my life the memories would be more concrete and vivid. Instead I have flashes of scenes, things that stand out in my mind about Christmas. Continue reading “Advent Calendar Day 16: A Collage of Christmas Memories by S.D. Gates”
6 year old Allie sees her lifeless body in a hospital before moving on into the afterworld. But her stay there is only brief, invested with a mission the child ghost is sent back to the paediatric hospital where she has just died.