Monday, February 1, 2016

Long Beach Graveyard. Sunnyside...

What is written beneath my grandmother's grave

The Cheroske gravesite

I am traveling to my mother's house on Thursday, February 4 and returning Monday, February 8.  I am going to see her because she asked me to come up and visit her.  I cannot wait to get there.  I think we will have a very nice time.

Today, I drove up to Long Beach to visit my grandmother Eleanor's grave.  I could not find it so I had to call the guy and he came and showed me where it was.  My friend Judy Thorpe came with me.

Friday, January 1, 2016

Happy New Year!

My husband and I went out to dinner with our dear friends John and Judy Thorpe last night.  We went to Splashes in Laguna Beach and ordered from a pre-set menu.  On the table were little hats.  Judy and I each wore ours!

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Eleanor Robinson Book

By Eleanor Robinson and Josephine Bentham

Copyright date

I received an email from someone in Europe, asking me if my grandmother had co-written a book with this woman named Josephine Bentham, a novel called Wakefield House.   They used the name Jan Deering.

I immediately called my mother to find out if this was true.  She said yes.  So I went on Amazon, found the book and ordered it.  I am almost done reading it.

It's very mysterious.  You can tell it was written in 1973.  The authors used this as the back cover:

Beautiful young Meredith Wakefield was the last of the Wakefield line.  Her proud family had fallen into poverty, her whole world had come crashing down around her, even her sanity itself was threatened.  And now, Meredith faced the grimmest test of all, as she returned to her family mansion to find it filled with strangers, and she was a prisoner of fear in what was once had been her beloved home.

Centuries ago, a deadly curse had laid down upon all who bore the Wakefield name.  Now, this terrified girl stood between the curse and it's grisly fulfillment.  And someone, or something, was making sure she would not escape!

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Infantry School

Sam at his Naval Academy Graduation

My oldest son, Sam, wants to attend the infantry school, which is a part of the United States Marine Corps.  link here:

He says he can do it.  This is his dream.  I can support that, if that is what he wants to do.  But I know that these are the Marines that they send in first.  These are the extremely tough Marines.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Fourth of July

our American Flag

Every year, on the Fourth of July, our neighborhood does this huge pancake breakfast, which is put on the Men's Club, and then a parade, and then a sand castle contest, and then a BBQ out on the beach bluff.  I live in Niguel Shores Community, is inside Monarch Beach.   It's a little like the town Mayberry, from the Andy Griffith Show.

Hugh will be coming home today.  I pick him up at John Wayne Airport this afternoon. 

I am very happy he is coming home. 

Holly, my nine year old dog, went to the groomer yesterday.  When I picked her up she had a big red, white, and blue scarf around her neck.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Naval Academy Graduation, 2015

Sam and me!
Sam and his grandmother, Ann, whose father also attended the Naval Academy.
The Hat Toss!!

On May 22, 2015, my oldest son, Samuel Blake Fitzmaurice, graduated from the United States Naval Academy. 

Our entire family was there.  We had a wonderful time watching him throw his hat in the air.  Sam will now become a Marine Pilot.  He will spend six months in Quantico, Virginia, and then he will go to Pensacola, Florida, to learn how to fly either helicopters or planes.  He does not know which one he will be assigned to.

I have him home for fifteen more days and then he has to leave to go to The Basic School, is in

Monday, May 11, 2015

Letters from young readers!

Letter one!

Letter two!

Today, I received letters from two young readers who were in a book club for DESTINY, REWRITTEN.  They were sent to me from Kelsey George, who is the YA service coordinator at the Goodwin Memorial Library.

This library is just a few short miles away from the real Emily Dickinson Memorial House.

I would love to go there someday!