Ahhh – that Sheri – tagged me again! Problem is – I still don’t know anyone who has a blog!
But I’m going for it and I have an idea … here’s what Sheri’s site says –
To play blogger tag, here’s what you have to do.
Grab the nearest book.
Open to page 123.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the next three sentences.
Tag five people and post a comment to Sheri once you’ve posted your 3 sentences.
I’m in my office so chose something from a bookcase downstairs. It’s from a short story, “The Little Room”, written by Madelene Yale-Wynne in 1895. The story is from a favorite collection of mine called “Haunted Women.”
5th Sentence: “I know you will like Hiram, Roger; he is quite a character in his own way.”
Next 3: “Mamma said she remembered, or thought she remembered, having been sick once, and she had to lie quietly for some days on the lounge; then was the time she had become so familiar with everything in the room, and she had been allowed to have the shell to play with all the time. She had had her toast brought to her in there, with make-believe tea. It was one of her pleasant memories of childhood; it was the first time she had been of any importance to anybody, even herself.”
Now since I am not in the larger blogging community, what I can do is e-mail 5 people who write, (but have no blogs), and ask them to add to my site if inspired. And we’ll see what we see!
Still A Dreamer 
Pretty cool. Thanks for playing Jeanne. I guess Mama was sick in that excerpt. What did she have?
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Mama was a child at the time, and a rather lonely one. The story is really about whether or not the room really existed or was imaginary. Mama remembered or thought she remembered it – some people in the house only found a china closet; others found the room – ergo, the collection of stories is called “Haunted Women” – they’re all supernatural tales. Of course, it has a twist at the end.
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here’s my submission from one of my favorite authors, tom robbins:
“Einstein never could remember to take the biscuits out of the oven. Those same forces that drive a genius to create the things or ideas that entertain or enlighten us often gobble so much of his personality that he has none left for the social graces (Should you invite Van Gogh to your home he might stand on your sofa in his muddy boots and pee where he pleased), and the very act of creation requires such focused concentration that vast areas of knowledge may be completely overlooked. Well, so what?”
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That’s a great quote and also true. I’d like to think it also explains why we walk into rooms and forget why we did so – simply too much other stuff going on in our heads! At least that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!
Thanks for adding on.
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