Bobbi Ann Johnson Holmes

The Good Old Days: Were they really?

TV

Maybe it is the sceptic in me, but when people long to return to another time, another place, I can’t help but conjure up the reality of that era.

It’s just not returning to a simpler time (you know, when women had few rights and people of color were told where to sit, and where they could live, or what water fountain they could drink from)—but people often talk about a time when it wasn’t financially necessary for both spouses to work outside the home.

Families didn’t need two jobs. Today, both spouses must work to support a family in today’s economy. Ummm….or do they? Is that really true?

Last week we switched some television sets around in our house, which left us with a perfectly good RCA color television that we no longer need. It has its own remote, works with the cable service—but it is not a flat screen.

We didn’t try selling the TV; we tried to give it away. I offered the free TV on Facebook, on a local yard sale Facebook site, Don sent emails to his fellow Realtors in his association (thinking it would be good for a rental), and we offered it to the local thrift shop. No. one. Wanted. It.

Sure it is not a flat screen, and it takes two people to carry, but it has a good picture and works.

When I was a kid, I was thrilled to have a black and white television. Today, I can’t give away a free color TV. Why? Well, it isn’t a flat screen, silly!

People talk about how it’s more expensive to live these days, compared to when I was a kid. But personally, I think we simply have more expensive tastes.

Growing up, families often had just one television set in the house. Telephones? We had a landline the entire family shared. There weren’t expensive electronic gadgets we HAD to have, like pricy computers, tablets, video games, cell phones—the list goes on.

We didn’t pay for a cable service to get our TV, we had an antenna on the house and were happy with the few channels we had. There was no reason to pay for Internet—it wasn’t a thing back then. In many communities, houses with air conditioners were a luxury item, yet today many of those same communities see air conditioning as a standard amenity.

Our first house had 1 ½ baths. The half bath was in the laundry room off the service porch, and the full bath was in the hallway, shared by all three bedrooms, which included the master bedroom. Basic tract houses back then didn’t have master baths.

Sure, our cars were cheaper back then, but a car was just a car. It didn’t have TVs and backup cameras and seats with built in heaters.

I could go on and on—such as mention buying our pricy cup of coffee at Starbucks or how when I was a kid I can only think of one family who owned a microwave oven. Now, who doesn’t?

So, maybe the cost of living hasn’t gone up as much as you might think. Perhaps it would be possible to live on one income as your grandparents did, providing you are willing to live as they did—often with only one car in the family, no dryer (use the clothes line), forget the microwave, cancel cable, install an antenna, get rid of the cellphones…

What? Get rid of the cellphones?

Nevermind.

Real life ghost stories, do you have one?

Coming July 17!

One of the more interesting comments I get in Haunting Danielle reviews, is when a reviewer says the stories are realistic. That’s a high compliment for stories many would consider fantasy as opposed to reality.

Of course, many people believe in ghosts. Do you?

Personally, I have never seen a ghost. Yet, I’ve spoken to people who claim to—including one person whom I deeply trust. She doesn’t broadcast her several encounters, fearing others will simply think she is nutty. But, I believe her.

I did have one sorta ghostly encounter—which will explain why the ghosts in my stories, especially those who haven’t mastered harnessing their energy—can usually screw with electricity.

After my father passed away, our family was living at Havasu Palms. Havasu Palms, a resort located on Lake Havasu, consisted of a mobile home park, marina, store, and restaurant. For some thirty years my parents (then just Mom after Dad died) were major shareholders, and for the last almost decade of owning the park, my husband and I were its general managers.

We were living in a mobile home down the road from my parent’s. Dad had recently died, and my mother was visiting my sister in Bishop, California. My husband, kids, and I had just returned from our house in Wrightood, California.

The first thing I did, was check on my parent’s—well technically it was just Mom’s—mobile home, to make sure everything was okay. I did a walk through, and everything was just as we left it.

About an hour or so later, we decided to go back over there—so my husband could sit in the spa and the kids could watch TV.

The minute we walked into my parent’s mobile home, the kids yelled, “Hello Grandpa” and I yelled “Hello Dad.” Yes, we were weird like that. Dad had not been gone long, and we felt compelled to say hello…just in case.

In the next moment—right after we shouted our greeting—the VERY next moment—the hall light (which I had turned on when I went over there earlier) literally exploded, and the clock radio in the master bedroom went off—and the music started to blare. Did I mention, no one ever used that clock radio as an alarm? And no one had been home to set it.

It was a little freaky. But we all laughed, and I asked, “Dad, did you have to break the light?”

Do you have a real life ghost story? If you do, please share it here!

(What does the image have to do with the blog post on ghosts? Nothing really!)

Countdown: 20 days until live!

Girl reading a book on the beach. Flat vector.
In 20 days the ninth book in the Haunting Danielle series, The Ghost and the Mystery Writer, goes live! If you purchase your eBooks at Amazon, you can pre-order now, and it will be automatically delivered to your Kindle on the day it goes live.

Readers have asked, will there be a Book 10? Yes!  As long as I have more stories to tell about Danielle, Walt, and the rest of the Frederickport gang–and as long as my readers continue to want the stories, I will keep on writing!

I was hoping to get up to Oregon this summer to visit our son and daughter-in-law, and to visit the coast for some inspiration, but it looks like that will have to wait. Yet, we will be visiting up around Morro Bay in October. Not exactly the Oregon coast, but at least it gets me to the ocean!

Hope everyone is enjoying their summer and getting in some good summer reads.