Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #Potluck #Humour – Crazy Criminals (2015) by L.T. Garvin


Welcome to the series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience. The next guest in the series has shared post on the blog before, but of course this time I get to do the choosing. In the final post from L.T. Garvin for this series, I have selected  this on some of the excuses given and also predicaments some crazy criminals get themselves into.

Crazy Criminals (2015)  by L.T. Garvin

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What happens when your subwoofer cable goes out? I’m not sure but a certain sulky 17-year-old boy will be happy to tell you after his mother “forgot” to order it on Ebay. What? I was distracted by a furry pink Cossack hat.

A bum subwoofer cable that no longer woofs is not nearly as bad as the guy who heard a noise in his driveway and went out to find that thieves had tried to break in and steal his entire woofing assembly. Somehow one of the would-be thieves ran around the back of the house and climbed through the window. After calling the police, the Almost Ripped Off and Sound Deprived victim went back inside only to discover that he might not be alone… He found the hapless criminal hiding in a closet and eating individual cereal packets….something like, Dude, is this ALL the cereal you have?

The irritated homeowner detained the cereal munching thief (possibly by tying him up with a non-working woofer cable)…or not, they didn’t say.

This entire incident might not be as bad as the weirdo in New York State who was night plowing. Apparently, this guy had trouble sleeping. He was arrested for using excavating equipment to dig a 40 foot-long by 12 foot-deep hole in rural countryside during the middle of the night. Somebody call ID TV…or maybe he was just dillusional.

Then there are the normal traffic violations. One guy was ticketed when he blamed “owl watching” for causing a car accident while a teenager was arrested for stealing a car when he paused to take a “singing selfie video” instead of driving right out of there.

My advice to anyone who absolutely must steal a car is: a) pick not only one that will start, but pick a fast one b) do not loiter c) make sure the subwoofer is woofing and there are no owls in the neighborhood.

Lastly on this list of stupid criminals, there was another man who was arrested for using his “big belly” to “bounce” an annoying neighbor from his yard. Oh yes, it’s a crazy world out there.

©L.T. Garvin 2015

About L.T. Garvin

L.T. Garvin is a huge fiction fan and literature lover. She enjoys writing fiction, short stories, and attempts at poetry. L.T. has a particular fondness for Southern literature possibly because they have such good food and bigger than life stories in the South.

She currently has three books available, Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, a humorous children’s book about a boy named Nathan and his exuberant experiences in school and sports. Another children’s book, Animals Galore explores unique animals and their antics. A novel, Dancing with the Sandman, is suitable for all age groups and takes readers on time travel journey back to the 1960s. L.T. Garvin maintains a WordPress site where she shares fiction, poetry, and humorous essays

Books by L.T. Garvin

About Dancing with the Sandman

The Sandman cometh dancing to the beat of rock ‘n’ roll, blasting the turmoil of the Sixties. And where are you? West Texas, of course. Billie Jo Dunstan confronts her past, traveling back to the 1960s through a decade of turbulence and swirling color memories, contemplating life growing up in rural Texas. Tragedy and comedy come alive, preserving the past and a portion of small town life that will survive beyond super highways and the ratcheting progress of time.
***
Garvin’s (And They Came, 2017, etc.) latest novel offers a reflection of one girl’s coming-of-age in small-town Texas in the 1960s. … Garvin is at her best when offering these cheeky nods to the past, never getting bogged down in nostalgia.
A winning narrator enlivens a charming tale of a town facing modernity.–Kirkus Reviews

One of the reviews for the book

The story starts and ends in west Texas as Billie Jo revisits the small town she grew up in, a town left behind years ago when progress, in the form of a new highway, raced ahead. It’s a place that holds memories so tangible they feel like ghosts rising out of the sand, and they create the substance of the story.

Garvin calls the book a fictional journey, but it reads like a memoir. If you were a kid in the 60’s, this book will feel something like a trip into childhood, a time before helicopter parents and iphones, a time when kids had to create their own fun while learning the painful lessons of life.

Though the book takes place in Texas, there is so much about Billie Jo’s experiences that felt familiar to me, a child of rural Connecticut. In a way, the qualities that make up a childhood – the way adults are perceived, the family quirks, sibling teasing, unexpected kindnesses and losses, how kids think and fill their leisure time – seemed universal. This is a thoroughly relatable book.

And told as a “look back at the ghosts of the past,” the book has a nostalgic aura that lingered beyond the last page, calling forth my own ghosts and eliciting memories that I’d forgotten. Dancing with the Sandman is a lovely, poignant, rich read for all ages, but especially for those who enjoy memoirs and those who were children in the 60’s.

Read the reviews and buy the book: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07DP2VJ8S

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dancing-Sandman-L-T-Garvin-ebook/dp/B07DP2VJ8S

Also by L.T. Garvin

Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.com/L.-T.-Garvin/e/B00HC0TRY6

And on Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/L.-T.-Garvin/e/B00HC0TRY6

Read other reviews and follow L.T. Garvin on Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7579153.L_T_Garvin

Connect to L.T. Garvin

Website: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/welcome/
Books: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/books/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LT-Garvin-791835704234435/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LanaBroussard

My thanks to Lana for allowing me to share from her archives and I hope you will head over to enjoy exploring more. Sally.

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Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #PotLuck #Poetry – The Fisherman by L.T. Garvin


Welcome to the series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience. The next guest in the series has shared post on the blog before, but of course this time I get to do the choosing. For L.T. Garvin’s third post, I have chosen a poem that I am sure you will enjoy too.

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The Fisherman by L.T. Garvin

The fisherman is
sun happy
today
and lake loopy
He loaded his plastic
container full of
black earth and
slithering night crawlers
Balanced in his
patchwork boat
hull and spar built
casting rod,
dropping lines
fish haul for a
fish fry
greasy spoons for
the wild-eyed
But alas,
not today
fish won’t bite
lake won’t pay
but our fisherman dear
hugs his gear
and gleefully glances
o’er the glassy lake

©L.T. Garvin 2017

About L.T. Garvin

L.T. Garvin is a huge fiction fan and literature lover. She enjoys writing fiction, short stories, and attempts at poetry. L.T. has a particular fondness for Southern literature possibly because they have such good food and bigger than life stories in the South.

She currently has three books available, Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, a humorous children’s book about a boy named Nathan and his exuberant experiences in school and sports. Another children’s book, Animals Galore explores unique animals and their antics. A novel, Dancing with the Sandman, is suitable for all age groups and takes readers on time travel journey back to the 1960s. L.T. Garvin maintains a WordPress site where she shares fiction, poetry, and humorous essays

Books by L.T. Garvin

About Dancing with the Sandman

The Sandman cometh dancing to the beat of rock ‘n’ roll, blasting the turmoil of the Sixties. And where are you? West Texas, of course. Billie Jo Dunstan confronts her past, traveling back to the 1960s through a decade of turbulence and swirling color memories, contemplating life growing up in rural Texas. Tragedy and comedy come alive, preserving the past and a portion of small town life that will survive beyond super highways and the ratcheting progress of time.
***
Garvin’s (And They Came, 2017, etc.) latest novel offers a reflection of one girl’s coming-of-age in small-town Texas in the 1960s. … Garvin is at her best when offering these cheeky nods to the past, never getting bogged down in nostalgia.
A winning narrator enlivens a charming tale of a town facing modernity.–Kirkus Reviews

One of the reviews for the book

The story starts and ends in west Texas as Billie Jo revisits the small town she grew up in, a town left behind years ago when progress, in the form of a new highway, raced ahead. It’s a place that holds memories so tangible they feel like ghosts rising out of the sand, and they create the substance of the story.

Garvin calls the book a fictional journey, but it reads like a memoir. If you were a kid in the 60’s, this book will feel something like a trip into childhood, a time before helicopter parents and iphones, a time when kids had to create their own fun while learning the painful lessons of life.

Though the book takes place in Texas, there is so much about Billie Jo’s experiences that felt familiar to me, a child of rural Connecticut. In a way, the qualities that make up a childhood – the way adults are perceived, the family quirks, sibling teasing, unexpected kindnesses and losses, how kids think and fill their leisure time – seemed universal. This is a thoroughly relatable book.

And told as a “look back at the ghosts of the past,” the book has a nostalgic aura that lingered beyond the last page, calling forth my own ghosts and eliciting memories that I’d forgotten. Dancing with the Sandman is a lovely, poignant, rich read for all ages, but especially for those who enjoy memoirs and those who were children in the 60’s.

Read the reviews and buy the book: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07DP2VJ8S

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dancing-Sandman-L-T-Garvin-ebook/dp/B07DP2VJ8S

Also by L.T. Garvin

Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.com/L.-T.-Garvin/e/B00HC0TRY6

And on Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/L.-T.-Garvin/e/B00HC0TRY6

Read other reviews and follow L.T. Garvin on Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7579153.L_T_Garvin

Connect to L.T. Garvin

Website: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/welcome/
Books: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/books/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LT-Garvin-791835704234435/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LanaBroussard

My thanks to Lana for allowing me to share from her archives and I hope you will head over to enjoy exploring more. Sally.

Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #Potluck #BookReviews – Revisiting The Prince of Tides (2015)by L. T. Garvin


Welcome to the series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience. The next guest in the series has shared post on the blog before, but of course this time I get to do the choosing. The first post by L.T. Garvin is a book review, for The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy, which is in my top 50 book list.

Revisiting The Prince of Tides (2015) by L. T. Garvin

I was thinking the other day about books and summer and books to read in summer. I was thinking about books mainly that I have read before, since I never seem to do as much reading anymore, and one particular book came back to me. The Prince of Tides is an amazing piece of fiction by Pat Conroy. I say this because it is an intricately complicated story about a southern family written it in the most beautiful language. It was also a movie, of course, and it is quiet possible to cheat, but I must recommend the book for fiction aficionados.

Tom Wingo, the narrator of the story, makes the reader feel his southern childhood. He loves the land, it is very much a part of him and this is given in the prologue of the book:

“My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.”

As the reader travels along with Tom in the story, the vivid descriptions of that South Carolina landscape color the tale and draw people right into it:

“It was growing dark on this long southern evening and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted a forehead of stunning gold above the horizon, lifted straight out of filigreed, light-intoxicated clouds that lay on the skyline in attendant veils. Behind us, the sun was setting in a simultaneous congruent withdrawal and the river turned to flame in a quiet duel of gold…”

The family dynamics are much less than perfect, there is heartbreak, there are secrets, death and mourning, and relationships that form but cannot be sustained.

“The Wingos were a family that fate tested a thousand times and left defenseless, humiliated, and dishonored. But my family also carried some strengths into the fray, and these strengths let almost all of us survive the descent of the Furies….”

This is an old book that was first published in 1986, and the movie was released in 1991 with Nick Nolte in the starring role as Tom Wingo and Barbra Streisand as the psychiatrist that he falls in love with while attempting to help his sister suffering from depression.

There are a lot of good books out there, but every now and then I like to come back to one that I feel is special as I believe this one fits the criteria. I would have to say that my current book (both in terms of reading and publication date) which happens to be, The Storied Life Of A.J. Fikry, well… I would have to say that I could easily be lured away from it. The Prince of Tides may be the book that lures me. A truly compelling piece of fiction; Pat Conroy is not only a master of storytelling but also a master of lyrical language.

©L.T. Garvin 2015

About L.T. Garvin

L.T. Garvin is a huge fiction fan and literature lover. She enjoys writing fiction, short stories, and attempts at poetry. L.T. has a particular fondness for Southern literature possibly because they have such good food and bigger than life stories in the South.

She currently has three books available, Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, a humorous children’s book about a boy named Nathan and his exuberant experiences in school and sports. Another children’s book, Animals Galore explores unique animals and their antics. A novel, Dancing with the Sandman, is suitable for all age groups and takes readers on time travel journey back to the 1960s. L.T. Garvin maintains a WordPress site where she shares fiction, poetry, and humorous essays

Books by L.T. Garvin

About Dancing with the Sandman

The Sandman cometh dancing to the beat of rock ‘n’ roll, blasting the turmoil of the Sixties. And where are you? West Texas, of course. Billie Jo Dunstan confronts her past, traveling back to the 1960s through a decade of turbulence and swirling color memories, contemplating life growing up in rural Texas. Tragedy and comedy come alive, preserving the past and a portion of small town life that will survive beyond super highways and the ratcheting progress of time.
***
Garvin’s (And They Came, 2017, etc.) latest novel offers a reflection of one girl’s coming-of-age in small-town Texas in the 1960s. … Garvin is at her best when offering these cheeky nods to the past, never getting bogged down in nostalgia.
A winning narrator enlivens a charming tale of a town facing modernity.–Kirkus Reviews

One of the reviews for the book

The story starts and ends in west Texas as Billie Jo revisits the small town she grew up in, a town left behind years ago when progress, in the form of a new highway, raced ahead. It’s a place that holds memories so tangible they feel like ghosts rising out of the sand, and they create the substance of the story.

Garvin calls the book a fictional journey, but it reads like a memoir. If you were a kid in the 60’s, this book will feel something like a trip into childhood, a time before helicopter parents and iphones, a time when kids had to create their own fun while learning the painful lessons of life.

Though the book takes place in Texas, there is so much about Billie Jo’s experiences that felt familiar to me, a child of rural Connecticut. In a way, the qualities that make up a childhood – the way adults are perceived, the family quirks, sibling teasing, unexpected kindnesses and losses, how kids think and fill their leisure time – seemed universal. This is a thoroughly relatable book.

And told as a “look back at the ghosts of the past,” the book has a nostalgic aura that lingered beyond the last page, calling forth my own ghosts and eliciting memories that I’d forgotten. Dancing with the Sandman is a lovely, poignant, rich read for all ages, but especially for those who enjoy memoirs and those who were children in the 60’s.

Read the reviews and buy the book: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07DP2VJ8S

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dancing-Sandman-L-T-Garvin-ebook/dp/B07DP2VJ8S

Also by L.T. Garvin

Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.com/L.-T.-Garvin/e/B00HC0TRY6

And on Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/L.-T.-Garvin/e/B00HC0TRY6

Read other reviews and follow L.T. Garvin on Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7579153.L_T_Garvin

Connect to L.T. Garvin

Website: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/welcome/
Books: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/books/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LT-Garvin-791835704234435/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LanaBroussard

My thanks to Lana for allowing me to share from her archives and I hope you will head over to enjoy exploring more. Sally.

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Guest Writer – L.T. Garvin – The Dairy Treat Princess #Short Story


Welcome to the third of the guest posts from author L.T. Garvin and this week a short story of the difficult transitional years between child and adulthood, commonly called the ‘Teens’. The story is infused with its author’s personal experiences.

The Dairy Treat Princess

At fifteen, I found myself intricately studying the architecture of hamburgers and following the instructions of my uncle regarding the assembly and appearance of such culinary delicacies. Uncle Ron was my mother’s older brother and they were just like peas and carrots, as Forest would say. He knew the food business as he had established two of the best burger joints in town. As a business proprietor, he was hoping to make his mark in food and maybe one day buy a Cadillac. His dream car. He sure liked the new Seville model.

We had just moved back to my childhood hometown, and I was pulling spigots unleashing colas of all flavors, cherry, chocolate, chocolate cherry, cherry vanilla, or just extra cherry while learning to swirl vanilla ice cream cones in circular perfection. I was actually wary of the hamburger grill and wished to entirely avoid the split splattering of the deep fryer. As I was content to hang out in the front of the joint, I also longed to escape to the back in an effort to hide away from the prying eyes of teenagers drifting in after school as they had discovered that I was the new girl in town.

“Don’t you think it is high time you go and register up at the school?” Uncle Ron asked as he appeared beside me in his western shirt with its pearly buttons bouncing off tiny shimmers of sunlight. His hair oil also gleaming slightly as one heavy curl threatened to fall from his perfectly practiced small pompadour style. He was a cross between James Dean, Elvis, and Johnny Cash all rolled into one. Later on in life, I would find that he was a bit of a con artist too, but back then, he was my boss.

“I’m about to,” I replied ruefully. I hated having to up and move at the beginning of my Freshman year, I hated being the center of attention wishing that I could instead disappear into the woodwork beyond the chitter chatter, beyond the empty questions.

“I think you’re avoidin’ it. You been here awhile, you know. You’re gonna git behind, fail your reading or arithmetic.”

“Yep, maybe both. Actually, nobody can out read me, even if I never went to school again!” I replied sulkily.

“I need to talk to your mama. She needs to git you up there on Monday.”

I gave him a level stare full of teenage defiance framed in perfect blue eye shadow. “Why are you avoiding going to see Aunt Reva? Looks like it is high time you did that too. And the Tax Assessor guy, what’s up with that? And who else will work for as cheap as I do?”

“Hmmph!” he said tossing his sharply oiled curl and walked over to fill up the paper cups emblazoned with “The Dairy Treat” in swirling red print.

We were obviously at a stand-off. Aunt Reva, or Aunt Ree Ree as we called her, and Uncle Ron had been married three times already. Or maybe it was five. They had a lot of “disputes.” My mother said they were like Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton that way. I don’t know why she had left him a few months ago, but when she left, Uncle Ron had a problem as he was no bookkeeper by any means. This had somehow got him in trouble with the County Tax Assessor-Collector. It was my duty as a school refugee and stalwart employee to remind him of these things. About that time the bell rang at the drive-through. I grabbed the order pad, school had not let out yet and the old people in town weren’t that bad.

“Order up!” I shouted pinning it on the metal spinner as Uncle Ron donned his white apron and manned his place at the massive grill.

We never knew what the lunch run would entail, or the dinner run either. There was also the coffee and cola runs. Ice cream was all the time. We were the only game in town. The day I liked the best was when the frozen food guy arrived.

“Just look at these. They’re gonna fry up nice,” Uncle Ron said as he extended a large frozen package to me.

“What are they?” I asked, not even thinking they resembled a food item.

“The best steak fingers in the county.”

I took them and opened the giant walk-in freezer which was actually the best place to be on a hot September day in Texas. The door chimes rang.

“You handle the customer, I’ll put these up,” he said. I went up to the front.

“How may I help you,” I asked the stocky middle-aged man who sat down on the stool.

“Let’s see. I’m looking for Mr. Ronald Walter Green. He here?”

I gave him a look tinged with as much frost as I could muster from my blue eye- shadowed eyelids.

“And your name?”

“Mr. Paul Aker. County Tax ASSESSOR”

“Right. Well, Mr. Aker, he is out right this moment.” I said as I glanced toward the back. My uncle halting short of entering the front.

“Oh, I see. Do you happen to know when he might return?”

“Probably won’t be back today. It’s a business appointment. A long one.”

“Okay then. Let me give you my card. Have him call me when he returns from his business, then.”

“Sure thing,” I replied.

“Oh, and I’ll take a Root beer float also, you got Root Beer?”

“Yes we do,” I replied and headed to the spigots.

After Mr. Aker left, Uncle Ron came back up to work on the jukebox. “You know, I might have to polish up on my arithmetic when I go back to school. Or bookkeeping, even better. Do you think I might should go into taxes someday?”

“Don’t know,” he replied. “You might want to become a Repo Man. I hear they make a good living too.”

“That would be a Repo Woman, Uncle Ron. Isn’t a Tax Assessor-Collector the same thing?”

He smiled, looked at his watch, then he looked back up at me. “Oh, it’s already 3:15! You might want to go ahead and take off, I can handle the after school bunch.”

I smiled back at him. “Nope, not today. I think I’m gonna stay today.”

“Well then,” he said, pressing B5 on the jukebox.

In the next ten minutes, The Dairy Treat was full of high school kids. Curious girls. Prissy girls. Smart girls. Cute boys. Boys that played percussion…loudly. Fighting Steers football players. A cheerleader with a broken arm. A counterculture girl with a broken smile. Home economics cooks. Even members of the honor society and student council. I was able to make an honest assessment to see if anybody’s blue eyeshadow could compare to mine, and I’d have to say, I was way ahead with that, but I did find some interesting takes on eyeliner that I had not previously considered. By the time the afternoon was over, I had increased my cola making flavor repertoire, had a possibility of two new best friends, an offer to write for the yearbook, and even one possibility for a date. It was a done deal, Monday morning, I would be in school.

“I have to say, Missy, I’m proud of you,” Uncle Ron said when the place cleared.

“Yeah, it wasn’t so bad,” I answered. “You are gonna miss me, though.”

“There’s always the weekend,” he replied.

“What about the rest of the time? I think you need to go and talk to Aunt Reva. She can fix the tax mess too.”

He nodded. “Evelyn wants to come back to work anyway, she misses it. You can go get your numbers down in that bookkeepin’ class and take care of them taxes for me.”

“I’ll try,” I said.

“I’ll bet you’ll make a good picture in the yearbook. Get that arithmetic down, maybe you can even buy us a new Cadillac,” he smiled.

“You never know. But right now, I need my paycheck. I have to go shopping, I don’t have a thing to wear to school!”

He shook his head. “Alright then. Get out of here.”

He handed me money from the register which is probably why he had tax troubles in the first place. I gave him a quick hug and hurried out the side door. The tennis courts across the street caught my eye. I needed to find a partner. I turned back toward The Dairy Treat and watched Uncle Ron for a minute as he leaned back over the jukebox like a country western Elvis at work on his next hit single.

©L.T. Garvin

Separating fact from fiction:

I did have to move back to my family’s hometown when I was a freshman in high school after being gone for most of my childhood. My aunt and uncle were running a burger joint called The Dairy Treat which was conveniently located near the high school right off the main drag. I was shy, but not as shy as the girl in the story; I only missed a few days before transitioning into school as my mother would never have allowed me to miss weeks of school. I did have the blue eyeshadow thing down. My aunt and uncle had been married and divorced many times. I guess they were a combustible pair. He was a bit of a con-artist (but I still don’t know why). He just had an angle, not the mob or anything. He was an extremely personable character and quite popular among the small town folk. His appearance was as I described. I still remember his hair. He made the best steak fingers around. He and my aunt Reva finally divorced permanently. He married a woman twenty years older than himself. She had a Cadillac. In 1989, I was working in a downtown skyscraper in Dallas, Texas (ironically for Arthur Andersen & Co. (but not in the tax department) far away from the whispers and cadence of my little town. I got the call from my mother saying that Uncle Ron had passed away in his sleep. He was relatively young but had apparently experienced an aneurysm. My job was new at the time, so I did not take off and go back for his funeral. I regret that now, but I was a bulletproof twenty-something, and I was immortal then, anyway…..

This story is similar to those in the Sandman’s 1960s compilation. I am debating on doing a “70s” version of my Sandman series. Just debating…. Press 1 for yes or 2 for no and customer service will get back to you. When they are done applying their blue eyeshadow.

About L.T. Garvin

L.T. Garvin is a huge fiction fan and literature lover. She enjoys writing fiction, short stories, and attempts at poetry. L.T. has a particular fondness for Southern literature possibly because they have such good food and bigger than life stories in the South.

She currently has three books available, Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, a humorous children’s book about a boy named Nathan and his exuberant experiences in school and sports. Another children’s book, Animals Galore explores unique animals and their antics. A novel, Dancing with the Sandman, is suitable for all age groups and takes readers on time travel journey back to the 1960s. L.T. Garvin maintains a WordPress site where she shares fiction, poetry, and humorous essays

Books by L.T. Garvin

About Dancing with the Sandman

The Sandman cometh dancing to the beat of rock ‘n’ roll, blasting the turmoil of the Sixties. And where are you? West Texas, of course. Billie Jo Dunstan confronts her past, traveling back to the 1960s through a decade of turbulence and swirling color memories, contemplating life growing up in rural Texas. Tragedy and comedy come alive, preserving the past and a portion of small town life that will survive beyond super highways and the ratcheting progress of time.
***
Garvin’s (And They Came, 2017, etc.) latest novel offers a reflection of one girl’s coming-of-age in small-town Texas in the 1960s. … Garvin is at her best when offering these cheeky nods to the past, never getting bogged down in nostalgia.
A winning narrator enlivens a charming tale of a town facing modernity.–Kirkus Reviews

One of the reviews for the book

The story starts and ends in west Texas as Billie Jo revisits the small town she grew up in, a town left behind years ago when progress, in the form of a new highway, raced ahead. It’s a place that holds memories so tangible they feel like ghosts rising out of the sand, and they create the substance of the story.

Garvin calls the book a fictional journey, but it reads like a memoir. If you were a kid in the 60’s, this book will feel something like a trip into childhood, a time before helicopter parents and iphones, a time when kids had to create their own fun while learning the painful lessons of life.

Though the book takes place in Texas, there is so much about Billie Jo’s experiences that felt familiar to me, a child of rural Connecticut. In a way, the qualities that make up a childhood – the way adults are perceived, the family quirks, sibling teasing, unexpected kindnesses and losses, how kids think and fill their leisure time – seemed universal. This is a thoroughly relatable book.

And told as a “look back at the ghosts of the past,” the book has a nostalgic aura that lingered beyond the last page, calling forth my own ghosts and eliciting memories that I’d forgotten. Dancing with the Sandman is a lovely, poignant, rich read for all ages, but especially for those who enjoy memoirs and those who were children in the 60’s.

Read the reviews and buy the book: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07DP2VJ8S

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dancing-Sandman-L-T-Garvin-ebook/dp/B07DP2VJ8S

Also by L.T. Garvin

Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.com/L.-T.-Garvin/e/B00HC0TRY6

And on Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/L.-T.-Garvin/e/B00HC0TRY6

Read other reviews and follow L.T. Garvin on Goodreads:
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Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Guest Writer L.T. Garvin – #Poetry – Looking Homeward


I am delighted to welcome author L.T. Garvin (Lana Broussard) to Smorgasbord with a series of guest posts, and her first is a heartrending poem about the past, her family and the devastating loss of a mother in wartime. Lana will be joining us every two weeks until April 8th.

Looking Homeward by L.T. Garvin

My father’s younger brother
followed him into World War II
like a pesky little brother would
ready to do his part
ready to make his mark
These two blonde, blue-eyed boys
one year apart in age
Uncle Dail followed my father
down the dirt roads
that they drove sometimes too fast
from a place where time lay easy
fields spread out in a place
harboring more sand than trees
They left the small farm
with perfect rows of beans
a blackberry orchard
and a grapevine that made
small sour grapes
no matter the careful tending
of my grandmother’s slender hands
in the middle of this still world
they left for chaos
Uncle Dail was
not old enough to go
when he signed up for the Navy
there my grandmother stood
broken hearted
twirling her auburn hair
natural highlights of golden honey
hands nervously smoothing her apron
tears welling up in her green eyes
as a mad man raged
as a mad man fumed
on a mad mission
of mad hate
to change the world order
My Uncle Dail
slight gap in his front teeth
with his All American boy smile
determined and good looking
but he had to keep up
with my father
Evenings found my grandmother
writing furious letters
the Department of Defense
“checking into the matter”
and not caring much
for that war must be won
relegating combat now
to the farmers
Off they went
my father and uncle
on two different ships
My grandmother picking up
her crochet needle
halfway around the world
Loud she was
in her criticism of war
her only two sons
now both gone
My father on board
the USS Ticonderoga
My uncle off to Europe
both coasting upon
the destiny of the seas
Uncle Dail mastered the camera
both from behind and in front
documented his adventure
sent his mother poetry
I see kids now
that won’t stand for the pledge
and they tell me
history is useless
Are they freaking kidding me?
I tell them
ordinary people make history
write it too
Uncle Dail was on board
big ships, giant crashing waves
sea storms while
airplane strips cleared for landing
Forces aligned, the Allies rallied
with the emergence
of these fresh-faced American kids
called to defend
proud to defend
way back in another era
before detachment
and eroded family values
Uncle Dail sent
home his letters and cards
teased my grandfather’s politics
My grandmother engulfed
in each correspondence
sitting on the screened-in porch
her copper colored tresses
gleaming in the sun
her elegant fingers caressing
the envelopes
praying for safe returns
In the middle of it all
on the USS Ticonderoga
my father figured
his weekly pay
the distance to and from
this port and that one
went to the ship’s shows
made photos with
blonde Hawaiian girls
all was quiet
D Day came and went
my Uncle Dail
sailing those mystical seas
fortunate for no hits
filed to go home for leave
back to the farm
with the beans and berries
Then somehow in a car
on his way home
all adventure ended there
like James Dean
on a road
with a hitchiker
My grandmother was never
the same after that
this ironic life to blame
she had to face that flag drapped coffin
after all
I held her hand
long after those
two little boys
put their little hands in hers
I held her hand
when her fingers turned knobby
with age, her eyes grew dimmer
but there was still some fiery copper
in her hair
She would tell of these moments
as her thoughts strayed down
one of those dirt roads
when I was her youngest
tomboy granddaughter
on an isolated farm
where the blackberry vines still bloomed
and the grapes stayed a little bit sour
“And how do you like
your blue-eyed boy now,
Mr. Death?”

Uncle Dail

©L.T. Garvin

About L.T. Garvin

L.T. Garvin is a huge fiction fan and literature lover. She enjoys writing fiction, short stories, and attempts at poetry. L.T. has a particular fondness for Southern literature possibly because they have such good food and bigger than life stories in the South.

She currently has three books available, Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, a humorous children’s book about a boy named Nathan and his exuberant experiences in school and sports. Another children’s book, Animals Galore explores unique animals and their antics. A novel, Dancing with the Sandman, is suitable for all age groups and takes readers on time travel journey back to the 1960s. L.T. Garvin maintains a WordPress site where she shares fiction, poetry, and humorous essays

Books by L.T. Garvin

About Dancing with the Sandman

The Sandman cometh dancing to the beat of rock ‘n’ roll, blasting the turmoil of the Sixties. And where are you? West Texas, of course. Billie Jo Dunstan confronts her past, traveling back to the 1960s through a decade of turbulence and swirling color memories, contemplating life growing up in rural Texas. Tragedy and comedy come alive, preserving the past and a portion of small town life that will survive beyond super highways and the ratcheting progress of time.
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Garvin’s (And They Came, 2017, etc.) latest novel offers a reflection of one girl’s coming-of-age in small-town Texas in the 1960s. … Garvin is at her best when offering these cheeky nods to the past, never getting bogged down in nostalgia.
A winning narrator enlivens a charming tale of a town facing modernity.–Kirkus Reviews

One of the reviews for the book

The story starts and ends in west Texas as Billie Jo revisits the small town she grew up in, a town left behind years ago when progress, in the form of a new highway, raced ahead. It’s a place that holds memories so tangible they feel like ghosts rising out of the sand, and they create the substance of the story.

Garvin calls the book a fictional journey, but it reads like a memoir. If you were a kid in the 60’s, this book will feel something like a trip into childhood, a time before helicopter parents and iphones, a time when kids had to create their own fun while learning the painful lessons of life.

Though the book takes place in Texas, there is so much about Billie Jo’s experiences that felt familiar to me, a child of rural Connecticut. In a way, the qualities that make up a childhood – the way adults are perceived, the family quirks, sibling teasing, unexpected kindnesses and losses, how kids think and fill their leisure time – seemed universal. This is a thoroughly relatable book.

And told as a “look back at the ghosts of the past,” the book has a nostalgic aura that lingered beyond the last page, calling forth my own ghosts and eliciting memories that I’d forgotten. Dancing with the Sandman is a lovely, poignant, rich read for all ages, but especially for those who enjoy memoirs and those who were children in the 60’s.

Read the reviews and buy the book: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07DP2VJ8S

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dancing-Sandman-L-T-Garvin-ebook/dp/B07DP2VJ8S

Also by L.T. Garvin

Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.com/L.-T.-Garvin/e/B00HC0TRY6

And on Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/L.-T.-Garvin/e/B00HC0TRY6

Read other reviews and follow L.T. Garvin on Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7579153.L_T_Garvin

Connect to L.T. Garvin

Website: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/welcome/
Books: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/books/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LT-Garvin-791835704234435/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LanaBroussard

My thanks to Lana for sharing this poignant poem about her family and it would be great to receive your feedback.. thanks Sally.