Granny Bricks A Bandit the sixth book in the Fuchsia, Minnesota Cozy Mystery series is finally here. It’s getting rave reviews but one reader brought up a subject I thought I would address. This fabulous reader felt Granny is a tad more subdued in her new adventure. I thought about the criticism and it might be valid.
Over the next few weeks some of the residents from Fuchsia will visit my blog. Hopefully Wednesdays will be visiting day but remember, Granny says life is to be lived so if something better comes up, my character for the day might follow a different path which leads them to mischief. But for today, here’s Granny.
Hermiony Vidalia Criony Fiddlestadt, yup, that’s my name. My mother was in a rhyming phase when I was born hence Hermiony Criony. At least she put Vidalia in there. My mother loved onions. She especially liked the Vidalia onion and I was the lucky one in my family that was named after an onion. I’m being sarcastic in case you can’t tell. You might guess I am not a lover of onions. Why couldn’t she have named me Cocoa after chocolate. I love chocolate.
I grew up wanting to run with my brothers. We had an apple orchard and I got out there as often as I could. I stopped some apple bandits one day but my mother and father never found out about that. I would have had to do inside chores forever if they would have known.
I always knew I could do anything I set my mind to but life in the time I grew up wasn’t a piece of cake for women’s lib, in fact they probably never heard of it. I didn’t want to disappoint my parents, unlike a few of my siblings who I won’t name here, so I stayed home and became the daughter they always wanted. Ferdinand, my first husband, walked on water with the folks. There wasn’t much I could say when they wanted me to marry him. I caved. My spirit was kind of tromped on but I kept it alive secretly hoping someday I could have a different life. I never let go of the hope.
Then Ferdinand died. How could he leave me with all that responsibility. A part of me secretly felt free when that happened, but I remembered the kids. Ferdinand was a good man but he certainly had an idea of where a woman’s place should be and it wasn’t the same place I thought it should be, but because of the kids I held back. And then he died and I still did things the way I was expected.
My kids grew up. I raised them up in the way they should go and they went Ferdinands way, so now I wonder what would have happened if I would have showed the real me. Between you and me, my kids are kind of boring, always following the rules and doing things the way everyone thinks life should be lived.
Once they were grown I could finally let it all out. I could be me. OK, you’ve got me. At first I kept it hidden. I wasn’t deceitful to my adult kids because I was scared of them, it I felt wasn’t worth the effort to fight with my kids, in fact it was kind of fun to pull the wool over their eyes. Until, that is, they wanted to put me into the wrinkle farm. I knew I had to do something fast and it came to me. I needed a fiance and I found one.
However, my fiance didn’t like my secret life. I was undercover for the city of Fuchsia. He tried to tell me what to do. He told me I drove him crazy like his mother did. I never did meet her but I have a feeling we would have been friends.
Now I have a great group of very quirky friends. I found myself a man that accepts me as I am…maybe. I live in a wacky community that fits my wacky way of thinking. What more could I want?
So I will answer the question. Am I more subdued in Granny Bricks A Bandit? Maybe, or it could just be a ruse for the next book or… happiness has a way of toning me down. Did you notice I’m not as crabby as I was? Did you notice I am not as secretive? It’s also called Angel and Herman, my young grandchildren. I want them to know I’m a little different, and it’s true, all they have to do is look at my house to see that I’m different.
I have to go. The shysters are in trouble and we still haven’t figured out who Roost belongs to. So let’s put it this way. in case you are still wondering about me toning myself down.
You’re on a need to know basis and I don’g know what you need to know because I don’t know what I need to know so how do you expect me to know you need to know what I don’t know.
Leave a question. I might answer.
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Author Julie Seedorf
I am a rambler. That means I am a talker and I flip from one subject to another. Occasionally I write that way too. I can't make my blog about any one subject, there are too many things to say. I am an author of the Fuchsia, Minnesota and Brilliant Minnesota Cozy Mystery Series with Cozy Cat Press. The first book in the series, Granny Hooks a Crook, is available now Kindle price always .99. Along with that, I write a column called Something About Nothing. Again, I do, what I do best, write about nothing. I also feel that as a Grandmother, yes I am old, I want my grandkids to know who Grandma used to be so I also created the Granny Is In Trouble Series. My books in the series "Whatchamacallit? Thingamajig? and Snicklefritz is available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Life is great, it needs to be lived. There is a child we keep hidden in all of us in our adult life. We need to let the child out once in awhile. We can learn so much from children. Watch their awe when they first discover the world. If we can recapture that, we can recapture the wonder of life.