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17
Dec

Christmas Greetings from my Characters to Their Fans

   Posted by: GG Vandagriff

Merry Christmas to Family, Friends, and Fans!

This has been a great year for the Vandagriff family!  Highlights were our research trip to Florence (see October archives of my blog for diary and David’s pictures.  Also the reason I now call him Herc) and the long-awaited announcement that we will have a new grandchild in 2010!

However, I know most of you are interested in where Christmas finds your favorite characters.  So here’s a Christmas greeting from each of them:

Briggie and Richard are now in their seventies. (See http://www.ggvandagriff.com/books) Briggie writes that she is finally tired of globe-trotting, and has convinced Richard to go on a senior couple’s mission.  For some reason (not to be understood by the rational mind–but you know Briggie), she settled on Italy.  Unexpectedly possessed of a talent with languages, she is bullying poor Richard who has a tin ear for Italian.  They are the only missionaries in Italy who ride twin Vespas,  and Briggie loves to weave up to the beginning of the intersection when the light is red, and then drag race with all the other Vespas  when the light turns green.  They have taken over the investigator we came across in the leather market, and Briggiie has Aldo committed for baptism, which Richard will perform.

Alex and Charles (See http://www.ggvandagriff.com/books) are in the Punjab in India researching the genealogy of a Silicon Valley billionaire.  With them are their two preteens: Rose (12) and Anthony (11).  They are enjoying the adventure, and thinking of traveling to the mountains in search of a Christmas tree.  Both the children have become fluent in Hindi and are being home schooled by Charles in the Classics. He insists that they must have a firm foundation in Greek and Latin.  On their way home next Spring, they plan a trip to Greece to see the ruins, and to Italy to see more ruins, and of course, the art.

Unfortunately, Amalia’s communications have been sparse and cryptic.(See http://last-waltz.com) They arrive through a wormhole in the universe which carries them from France, 1942, where she is undercover as a Special Operations Executive spy in Lyon.  She acts as a courier, receiving and delivering messages from her British controllers to the French resistance.  Though a bit old for this work (she’s in her forties), she was driven to it in hopes that she could make contact with Rudi, an RAF pilot who was shot down over France, but is being hidden by a French family near Lille.  Christmas is tense, because Klaus Barbie, the Butcher of Lyon, is on a relentless hunt for Jews, Resistance Fighters, and SEO operatives.  Separated from her husband for the first time during the war, poor Amalia is not only frightened, but lonely.  However, with her customary courage, she is helping English fighter pilots find their way back to Britain, and is full of hope that she will find Rudi before the Germans do.

Lastly, Maren O’Neill (see http://www.arthurianomen.com) was married this year (to whom?  Can you guess?) and with her family matters settled, is now free to mother Claire as she has always wanted to.  She has settled with her little family in Wales, where she hopes to make a fresh start with her new husband.  They are renovating a charming cottage in North Wales, and are both teaching part time at the University of Wales.  Their Christmas is full of rejoicing, as Maren has just found out she is expecting another child.  A boy this time, who will no doubt be initiated into the mysteries of the Arthurian Legend as soon as he can talk!

Merry Christmas also from the Crazy Ladies of Oakwood, whom you haven’t met yet–Roxie, McKenzie, Sara, and Georgia–who are enduring a Midwestern winter by looking forward to their cruise to the Greek Isles in May.

May your New Year be filled with lots of fun and lots of good reading!

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16
May

Out of the Slough of Despond

   Posted by: G.G.

This past week has been very interesting as I have dealt with things I thought I wouldn’t face for years—diapers and walkers.  I, of course, am much too young for these things, but they have taught me something valuable about aging.  No matter what you look like outside, aging happens inside, and seasoning too.  A person in this position finds out if they have a sense of humor (fortunately I do, having even come up with the idea of making designer diapers), what their spouse really thinks about them (mine has been unstingtingly faithful, helping me in and out of bath and bed, even scrubbing my back), and what things are really important to you when you’re at the bottom of the slough of despond.

For me those things have proven undeniably to be: the Lord, my family, my friends, and my work.  Not my appearance, even though I had my toes done and my hair dyed the day before I went into the hospital!  Vanity is a very empty measure.  Those (above) who love me most, do not care about how I look, only about how I am deep inside.

It has been a powerful lesson.  My goal is to live like Iris Stout—the 101 year old lady in our ward.  Even at her age, she runs a book club, travels by plane alone, and participates in Sunday School.  She has grasped the essentials of earthly life—surrounded by friends.

My thanks to everyone who has helped heave me up from down under.  Now, maybe I can get some work done!

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