ATLANTIC CROSSING I can't upload my story about crossing the Atlantic Ocean in 1944 and coming close to being torpedoed.
BLOODY HELL, SOMETHING HAS SCREWED UP MY FONT AND I AM STUCK WITH CAPITAL LETTERS. I SHALL CEASE AND DESIST FOR THE TIME BEING AND RETURN WHEN MY SANITY RETURNS.
IN THE MEANTIME I HOPE YOU ARE BUYING MY BOOKS FOR YOUR E-READERS. SOMEONE IS BUYING A LOT OF MY HISTORICAL ROMANCE, "A VERY DIFFICULT MAN' TO DOWNLOAD ON A KINDLE. I AM GETTING MY ROYALTY BUT THIS PERSON COULD BE RESELLING THEM. WHAT DO YOU THINK?
ANITA
WWW.ANITABIRT.COM
Sunday, June 24, 2012
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Anita Birt's Note book
I am writing a short memoir titled, ON BEING SIX. I am serious. When I was six years old in 1929 my grandmother, mother, my sister and two brothers travelled on the luxury ship, The Lady Hawkins, to the West Indies as they were known then.
Moymother rented a large house on the island of St.Vincent.The house overlooked a small bay. My brother, Douglas, was ill,. The valves of his heart had been damaged after he caught rheumatic fever. We lived in London, Ontario, and the doctor thought it would help my brother get well to spend the winter in a warm climate.
My brother, Harry was 18 months younger than I and we had wonderful adventures on St. Vincent. I have a remarkable memory of that time and decided to write them for my family. What do you remember when you were six?
The scent of afternoon teas on the ship. The drive through fields of lilies in Bermuda. The wonder of gas lighting. The bath house in the garden where a big tarantula spider lived high up in a corner. Dreaming of pirates and hoping they would come and visit.
I shall not go on. I have three single spaced pages of On Being Six already and not quite finished. Tell me what you remember about Being Six.
Anita
www.anitabirt.com
Moymother rented a large house on the island of St.Vincent.The house overlooked a small bay. My brother, Douglas, was ill,. The valves of his heart had been damaged after he caught rheumatic fever. We lived in London, Ontario, and the doctor thought it would help my brother get well to spend the winter in a warm climate.
My brother, Harry was 18 months younger than I and we had wonderful adventures on St. Vincent. I have a remarkable memory of that time and decided to write them for my family. What do you remember when you were six?
The scent of afternoon teas on the ship. The drive through fields of lilies in Bermuda. The wonder of gas lighting. The bath house in the garden where a big tarantula spider lived high up in a corner. Dreaming of pirates and hoping they would come and visit.
I shall not go on. I have three single spaced pages of On Being Six already and not quite finished. Tell me what you remember about Being Six.
Anita
www.anitabirt.com
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