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April 9th, 2016 our local Abbotsford Arts Council put on our community’s 12th Arty Award event. An event well worth attending; in fact in my opinion, one of Abbotsford’s finest events.

Culinary catered food, fun, quality entertainment and awesome, stone hand crafted awards, made for a night to remember. 

We were introduced to some of our community’s finest, most talented artists – dance, theater, literary, visual, music, culinary, photography …  every category of the arts was represented. 

 

Yes, I got nominated… for the “Outstanding Literary Artist.”

And I won!!  I’m still feeling the thrill of it as I write this. Just had to get that out there. It was pretty exciting. Thank you – everyone who put so much into this outstanding evening. 

 

This year’s  theme was the 80’s. 

It took me several weeks to come up with something appropriate. I searched online for the 80’s style… as I was having trouble remembering – the 80’s were 30 years ago. Apparently I was not very fashion conscious at the time. But the research took care of that. I remembered a dress I’d sewn many years ago that fit a description of the 80’s formal wear. 

Puffed sleeves, shoulder pads, velvet, scalloped neckline. This dress has it all! 

hand sewn 80's dress Carrie ©

Sewn with my Bernina sewing machine – 80’s dress – Carrie ©

I dug into my closet, opened the garment bag… I put it on… it fit!

I was set.

I took a look at my handiwork from so many years ago – “Not a bad job”

… I complemented myself. 

 

The artist, Robert Syrenne, owner of RS Arts in Mission, hand-created the beautiful stone art pieces awarded for this year’s Arty Awards.
I am thrilled with mine!!

Literary Arty Award 2016

 Arty Award 2016

Thank you Abbotsford Arts Council / Kariton Art Gallery & Boutique for putting on this event and recognizing our community’s many talented artists. It gets better every year.

And thank you, Charles Wiebe and Associates, for sponsoring the Literary Award.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Writing memoirs c

Novelist Stephen King once said, “I write to find out what I think.” Your memoirs are a LEGACY. Putting them on paper gives friends and family (as well as yourself) the opportunity to FULLY …

Source: Writing your Memoirs Leaves a Legacy.

Novelist Stephen King once said, “I write to find out what I think.”

Your memoirs are a LEGACY.

Putting them on paper gives friends and family (as well as yourself) the opportunity to FULLY appreciate these valuable, interesting and “uniquely yours,” experiences.

Writing your memoirs is different from writing your autobiography.

An autobiography is the complete story of your life.

A memoir is one or more stories from your life. You can write as many memoirs as you have memories.

Outline the events of the story sequentially. Then start your story with a little action. You don’t have to necessarily start the story from the beginning. Weave your story, create suspense. Get your reader hooked, looking for more. Then fill in the pieces – the background – as you go.

Here’s what I do…
Close my eyes. Take myself back in time to the memory I’ve chosen to write about. Now, using my five senses, I recreate that scene. What do I see? What do I feel, hear, smell, taste?

I transfer those thoughts on to paper. I want my readers to feel like they are there with me experiencing what I experienced.

Writing memoirs is the easiest kind of writing to do – because you know the story, inside and out.

This funny happening,  happened several years ago – and still makes me laugh.

HOFA - watercolor - Carrie Wachsmann ©

HOFA – watercolor – Carrie Wachsmann ©

 

I went to my local House of Fine Art (HOFA) store for some Alizarin, Crimson artists’ oil paint.

Max Gumbacher paint

At the time of this humorous occurance, I was a frequent visitor to this fine little art store.

The owner  was the president of our city’s Abbotsford Arts Council.

As I was paying for my tube of Alizarin, Crimson oil paint,  he invited me to come to the Abbotsford Arts Council (AAC) AGM meeting that evening.

He said, “tonight“, and wrote down the details on the back of his business card.

He also asked if I would consider being on the board and naturally I asked, ” What do I have to do to be part of this elite group?”

“Just come to meetings once a month.” He said “The AAC is part of the city’s planning and direction for the arts, and supports the many art groups in the community with their projects.

My response – “I can do that – that sounds like something I would actually like to do.”

 

I grabbed my receipt, tucked my purchase into my purse and made my way to the door. As I left he said, “See you tonight at the Kariton House.”

 

6:56 PM I arrived at the Kariton House where I was greeted by someone I didn’t know – I looked for Mr. HOFA but he was nowhere to be seen, so I assumed that this someone else was covering for him. Funny, I don’t recognize anybody, I thought to myself.

The “leader” asked, “Are you a new member” and I said, “Not really – I’ve been a member for a while now but this is my first meeting.”

“Well, what do I know,” he answered, looking somewhat puzzled. Then he said that I would be pleased to know that on Saturday they were going on an outing, somewhere up past the city of Hope into the mountains.

Stunned that I knew nothing about outings, I responded by saying, “I didn’t know you do outings. That’s interesting.”

“Oh yes”, he answered, “that’s what we are all about.”
I pondered that for awhile thinking, “Mr. HOFA never mentioned any outings. That sounds a lot more involved than one meeting per month.”

 

I know…you see it coming, but my lightening fast mind still hadn’t put the pieces together.
Here’s how the rest of that evening went:

The meeting starts and I look at the agenda. It is then that I realize….I am in the wrong meeting!
To my chagrin, I am in an Abbotsford Rock and Gem Club meeting. That explains those chunks of rocks on the table and that rock chart taped to the side of it! LOL
I must admit, my first emotion –  embarrassment, but that changes very quickly. No need for embarrassment, I tell myself. This moment is just too humorous to be wasted on embarrassment.

So I speak up at the first opportune moment (actually I butt in and have to be put in order) and I address the group – saying” Please excuse me. You can all have a good laugh at this…(I take a deep breath)… You see…” and I explain myself.

The room is awkwardly quiet for what seems like an awfully long moment. Then thankfully everyone begins to laugh, after which a few sympathetic individuals try to unsuccessfully entice me to stay – to become one of the rockin’ Rock and Gem Club enthusiasts. I insisted that I must find that Arts Council meeting. One individual asked, “The Abbotsford Arts” who?

At that point I realize this meeting is just not going to happen for me, at least not tonight.

Confused but still in good humor, I take my leave and make my way back home.
As it turns out, I would still have the opportunity to attend this very important meeting –  the next day.

I suppose I could have double checked and consulted my latest “Eye on the Arts” newsletter for meeting dates, before leaving my house instead of after I got back.

 

But then I would have missed out on a funny memory worth remembering –  and a a funny story worth telling.

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You can find me on Facebook here:  – Carrie Wachsmann – Storyteller 

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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

(inspired by a true event)

“It came upon a midnight clear, that glorious song of old.

From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold.

‘Peace on the earth, good will toward men’,

from heaven’s all gracious King!

The world in solemn stillness lay, to hear the angels sing.”

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“‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” 1  Carrie ©
 

Christmas music gently filled the little coffee-house. Unlike the carol heralding a ‘midnight clear’, this night was everything but. Snow fell fast and thick.

In the corner, a young man sat alone. He looked out the window and watched as the last patron of the night plowed their way out of the parking lot.

“Young man, we’re closing.”

He nodded, put on his coat and made his way to the exit. He looked to be about fourteen, fifteen at the most.

As the door closed behind him, the cold quickly bit into his face and hands.  He pulled his collar up close to his face.

“Do you have a ride?” a voice called to him.

The young man turned to see someone standing in the shadows of the building.

”No, I’m good,” he answered firmly.

The man persisted. “I’m not so sure about that. It’s Christmas eve. Shouldn’t you be home with your family, sitting by the fire and enjoying hot chocolate, or something?”

The lad shrugged his shoulders as if to say… yah, so what. Who cares anyway.

The man stepped out of the shadows.

"Twas the Night Before Christmas" 2 - Carrie ©

 

“‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” 2 – Carrie  ©
 

The young man saw that he was an old man. Old enough to make him wonder what someone this old was doing out in a snow storm at this hour of the night.

The old man continued. “Where you’re headed… it is not worth it… You do have options you know.”

The young man was beginning to feel somewhat uncomfortable. He stared at the old man not sure what to make of the encounter.

“How do you know where I’m headed?” he finally asked.

“I know that place, under the bridge.” The old man continued.  “You won’t find what you’re really looking for out there. Running away isn’t the answer.”

Now the young man paused.

How did this old man know that he was going to that “homeless place” where he might make it through the night?

Maybe if he was lucky someone would share their Christmas “Spirits” with him.

And how did this old man know that he was running away?

The old man smiled knowingly and said. “I’ve been young and now I am old…but I have never seen God’s children forsaken”… The old man talked so strange…and yet he was most compelling.

“I know a place.  A place where you can get a hot bowl of homemade soup, and a good night’s sleep.”

“Follow me,” the old man continued.

 

"Twas the Night Before Christmas" 3 - Carrie ©

 

“‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” 3 – Carrie  ©
 

The old man began to make his way through the deep drifts of snow. The young man hesitated but only for a second or two. “Man…what do I have to lose,” he mumbled.

He began to follow in the old man’s footsteps.

After some time, the old man stopped at a building with a sign that read, “The Welcome Home Centre”.  He turned to the young man. “They will take care of you.  You can stay as long as you wish.” Then he paused, looked the boy in the eyes and added, “God loves you, you know. He’s got plans for you”.

The young man did not know what to think. No one had ever talked to him like this before.

They stood in silence and waited.

Eventually a pleasant sort of man answered the knock on the door. The young man’s last bit of resistance melted away as he breathed in a blast of warm fragrant air. He smelled something wonderful.

“Come in… welcome,” the man said sincerely.

“I…ah..need a place to hang till this storm’s over,” the young man said, hesitantly.

“You’ve come to the right place then,” came the reassuring answer.

The young man sighed.

He turned and started to thank the old man but no one was there.

“That old man, who was here with me. He brought me here. He was just here,” the bewildered young man exclaimed .

“I didn’t see anybody but you, lad,” came the answer.

“But he was here, I followed him here. He told me about you…he knew stuff about me…he…”

Bewildered, the young man took one last look out into the white night. He saw only lonely, empty streets and a fast disappearing, single set of footprints that lead to The Welcome Home’s front porch.

Putting a kind hand on the young man’s shoulder the man at the door said, “It’s not the first time this sort of thing has happened son. “I do believe you.  Come…I want to hear all about it.”

It’s now midnight and that brings our 2010 Christmas eve story to an end.

Yes, this young man’s life was changed forever that Christmas eve.

What will this Christmas bring you?

Will you let God’s love bring you a miracle this Christmas?

I wish for you, a life-changing kind of Christmas.

One that you will remember forever because it was…well…life changing.

 

For more inspiring stories check out my author’s Storyteller site, carriewachsmann.com/blog

Chickadees and snow – two of my favorite things – besides celebrating the birth of the Christ Child, Jesus.

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Source : mamietitine.centerblog.net sur centerblog.
Love this scene by Nancy Landry.

If you like to read stories that inspire and give hope, check out my author’s Storyteller site .

Roadblocks to Hell KINDLE version is available for FREE November 25 – 29 th.

Wednesday to Sunday. 

The Kindle version is available from Amazon.com herehttp://amzn.to/21d4nat

Our Canadian family and friends can get it from Amazon.ca for free here from Wednesday ’til Sunday
http://www.amazon.ca/Roadblocks-Hell-Dr-Carrie…/…/B017PB8FUI

If you don’t have a Kindle reader, you can still download an app from Amazon and read it on your smart phone or desktop computer.

Get your copy today –  download it and then – would you please write and post a Verified review? (at your convenience)

NOTE: For a verified review, one must turn pages –  Amazon keeps track of the pages you read to make sure reviews are based on reading the book.  That’s a good thing from my perspective.🙂

Thank you and

Have a happy Thanksgiving Day – to all my US friends. 

2016 11 x 17 LION calendar and art cards available on my author’s Storyteller blog.  

1 Thumbnail Lion Calendar 2016

11″ x 17″ calendar above

Set of 3 art cards below

 

Rblocks card B

Rblocks card A

Rblocks card C 4

Here’s a short teaser for 

ROADBLOCKS to HELL

my website: carriewachsmann.com/blog/about

Fiction tightly based on a true story. (Category – Fictional/biographical)

So… “What’s this book all about?” you ask.

Roadblocks thumbnail for bookmark

Convicted of trying to kill the police chief at age 15, Walter faces years in adult prison. His only friend, a young Mennonite girl from a strict religious background.

Yes, that would be me. We met when we were teens, and our friendship lasted his lifetime.

What are people saying about the book?

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 “I started reading it and couldn’t put it down. I read until I was finished. Carrie is such a good writer and this is a very interesting story.”  Bev S
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 “Love your book! Half way done! Very intriguing and very good.”  Alicia D 
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“I could hardly put it down. I talked to a few friends who are waiting to read it.” Sharon S 
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More REVIEWS on Amazon –  Available on Amazon  here

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Walt’s wife, Peggy and I reminiscing. Here’s what she has to say about it.

“Eeeek!! The book is here! It’s called Roadblocks to Hell and it’s a fictionalized story of my husband’s life. This is me with author and friend.
 
 This book is well written and very accurate. The fictionalization involves names, some dialogue and dramatization. The core facts of story are true. I highly recommend this book, it has brought back a lot of memories.”  

Patricia and Carrie 2015 oct.

Walt experienced life in a way few can imagine… and yet… as prison chaplain Madsel put it, “I am so proud of Walt… over the past 14 years I have worked with so many like him, and only 2% of the people with histories like Walt ever make it at the end. Most die violently or alone in prison in their lost state.”

Walt’s story is intriguing and compelling,  but most of all it is redemptive.

I am honored to be the one to tell his story, and I am honored to have had him as a friend for over 40 years.

I believe this book will give hope and encouragement to many.

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Below: one of the 60 plus images in the book – Walt and Cali climbing a Manitoba Maple tree.

Chapter 6 Tree climbing 2 300dpi