Only Time #Musical Monday

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I first heard this song in 2003 while I was writing my first novel, We Shall Overcome. According to Wikipedia, Enya, who’s birth name was Eithne Pádraigín Ní Bhraonáin, born in County Donegal, Ireland on May 17, 1961, is the same age as me, 59. Her genres include Celtic, pop, new age, and world. Her original birth name was anglicized to Enya Patricia Brennan. She first joined her family’s Irish band on keyboard and backing vocals. She left in 1980 with their manager and producer to pursue a solo career.

Over the next four years, she developed her own sound, including elements of classical, folk, and church music as well as her other genres. She has sung in ten languages. Her first solo projects include the soundtrack for The Frog Prince (1984) and the BBC documentary series, The Celts, which was released as her debut album in 1987. In 1988, she soared to the top of the charts with her hit single “Orinoco Flow,” followed by the multi-million selling albums, Shepherd Moons in 1991, The Memory of Trees in 1995, and A Day Without Rain in 2000. “Only Time” became popular in the United States after it was used in media coverage of the September 11th attacks in 2001. You can learn more about Ireland’s best-selling solo artist

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After hearing this song, I was inspired to refer to it in a scene from We Shall Overcome, which I’ll include below. My main character, Lisa, is visually impaired and lives in Sheridan, Wyoming. She is dating John, who used to be a policeman. Hank is Lisa’s brother, who is visiting from New Mexico. As the scene begins, John and Lisa are returning from a ride together on a tandem bike. If you want to know more, you’ll need to read the book, and you’ll find more information about it here. Now, here’s the scene, followed by the song.

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They rode the trail a while before returning to the shop. The truck was parked in the driveway, and the station wagon was still parked on the street.  The shop door was still locked. “I guess Dad and Hank must be in the house eating lunch,” Lisa said. “Would you please wait while I reset the alarm in case I screw up?” With trembling fingers, she unlocked the door and pushed the buttons on the panel, giving a sigh of relief when a beep indicated the alarm was reset.

“You did it,” said John, pulling Lisa into his arms. A nearby jukebox in the shop began to play. John jumped and said, “I think there’s something wrong with that machine.”

“Oh, no,” said Lisa with a laugh. “This is one of the newer jukeboxes that plays CDs. It plays a song at random every twenty minutes unless it is already being played.”

“Very interesting,” said John, delivering a passionate kiss on Lisa’s mouth.

As Lisa became enveloped in this kiss she noticed the song being played. It was one she’d never heard before but she liked it.

“Hello,” said Hank who stood in the doorway. Startled, the two lovers separated. “Guilty as charged,” said Hank.

“We just got here and were listening to this song that just came on the jukebox,” said John. “Do you know what it is?”

After Hank listened a minute, he said, “Yes. It’s ‘Only Time’ by Enya. A good song to kiss to, if you ask me.”

By the way, for those of you who use the National Library Service for the Blind and Print Disabled, The Red Dress is available for download from their site here. No matter how you read it, please be sure to review it wherever you can. That goes for all my books. Thank you for stopping by. Stay safe, happy, and healthy.

New! The Red Dress

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When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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Wind Beneath My Wings #Monday Musical Memories

The song I’m featuring today is one I sang to my late husband Bill. After his death, I realized that he was truly the wind beneath my wings.

If he hadn’t come along and persuaded me to marry him, quit my day job, and write full time, I might still be conducting music activities in nursing homes and other senior facilities. If not for him, I might still be in the apartment where I lived for years instead of in my own house with my own washer and dryer and back yard. If I hadn’t married him, I wouldn’t have five published books under my belt with a sixth on the way.

Bill was one of my biggest fans. He supported all my writing endeavors, even helping me with story ideas. I remember the day I received print copies of my first book, We Shall Overcome. I placed a copy in his hands, and because he had no vision at all, I described the front and back cover to him. With what I imagined to be his shit-eating grin, he said, “My wife, the published author.” When my second book, How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver was ready to be published, he posed with me for the photo on the front cover. Whenever possible, he was at my side during book signings and other events, smiling, even though he was confined to a wheelchair as a result of two strokes. You can read more about us in My Ideal Partner: How I met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds.

On my birthday today, I’d like to give you all the gift of my gratitude to Bill for making me what I am today. Even now, this song is hard for me to sing. But as you’ll note when you press the Play button below, I somehow managed to pull it off. Enjoy!

I was inspired to share this song by a prompt. Thank you for reading.

 

New! The Red Dress

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Front cover contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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Long Arm of the Law #Monday Musical Memories

When I was in college during the 1980’s, one of my friends was a Kenny Rogers fan. While driving to and from Rocky Mountain College in Billings, Montana, about 150 miles north of Sheridan, Wyoming, my home town, we enjoyed such songs as “The Gambler,” “Coward of the County,” and “You Picked a Fine Time to Leave Me Lucille.” But my favorite is the one I’m featuring today, and I don’t think it was as popular. It tells the story of a coal miner’s son who falls in love with a wealthy judge’s daughter.

At the time, I’d developed an irrational fear of policemen after reading an Ellery Queen mystery that contained a lot of police brutality. Now, I knew that thanks to Miranda and other measures, this sort of thing wasn’t likely to happen to me. But that didn’t stop a sinking feeling of dread overcoming me when the police were mentioned. Years later, this fear inspired my first novel, We Shall Overcome. My fear has since evolved to respect.

This song teaches a valuable lesson. Crime certainly doesn’t pay, but if you’re lucky, you might get what you want in the end. Rest in peace, Kenny Rogers.

By the way, for the next month, My Ideal Partner and The Red Dress are available on Smashwords as part of its sale to support those isolated as a result of the coronavirus situation. Please click here to visit my Smashwords author page and download these books.

 

New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Front cover contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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Meeting My Inspiration Again


One sunny afternoon last week, I was resting in my recliner, listening to the drone of lawnmowers and whine of weeedwhackers as my landscapers did their weekly business in my yard. Suddenly, I heard a crash. This time, it wasn’t my garage door being smashed by a truck belonging to a patron of the day care center next door. It was a lawnmower colliding with a car in my neighbor’s driveway on the other side. I know this only because one of the landscapers, not knowing me, came to my door, thinking it was my driveway and my car.

According to a policeman who showed up a couple of hours later, the car sustained a lot of damage. I gave him the landscaping company’s phone number, and he gave me his card, saying he remembered asking me years ago if drivers were stopping to let me cross streets with my white cane. I couldn’t believe it.

In the fall of 2002, I was single and living in an apartment complex subsidized for seniors and people with disabilities. A registered music therapist, I was working in a nursing home. On a day off, I was walking home after my water exercise class at the YMCA. I’d just jaywalked in front of my building and stopped to talk to a neighbor in a wheelchair when she told me there was a policeman behind me. I turned around and there he was, on a bicycle.

Where had he come from? Had he seen me jaywalk? Was I about to get a ticket, my first ever brush with the law?

To my surprise and relief, he asked me if I was having difficulty crossing streets because drivers weren’t stopping. I told him that as long as I used four-way and other intersections where drivers were required by law to stop, I rarely had a problem. I also explained that I couldn’t see well enough to get the license plates from offending vehicles. He said he would bring up the issue at roll call and rode away.

Now, I was again flustered, even though I’d done nothing wrong this time. All I could tell him was that our first meeting had inspired my first novel. I should have given him my card, but I didn’t. He probably thought I was nuts and wished he’d given me that ticket for jaywalking years ago. In any case, we parted amicably enough.

After I posted about this incident on Facebook, someone asked if the story would continue. That remains to be seen. I may never see that officer again, but I’ll always have the memory of how our first meeting inspired We Shall Overcome.

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Abbie Johnson Taylor
We Shall Overcome
How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems
My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds
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A Book and a Chat with Yours Truly

A couple of months ago, I was interviewed for a radio show broadcast live in the UK. You can visit the host’s blog or click below to hear a recording of the interview. Enjoy!

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Author Abbie Johnson Taylor

We Shall Overcome

How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

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