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La Bella Donna

Updated on January 21, 2012
My daughter Michele and grandson, Collier with the Jag.
My daughter Michele and grandson, Collier with the Jag.
My 1978 Puch Free Spirit
My 1978 Puch Free Spirit

This is what my daughter calls my Jag. One meaning I read of the Italian phrase said "femme fatale" and sometimes I think that might be true of my old girl because at being 29 years old and the always capricious mechanical Jaguar, the car fits all meanings of La Bella Donna.
All I know is that I put up with the old girl's oddities and remain faithful to it. It always truly feels like a bit of home when I drive it since it is from New Orleans and the car has seen her years but she is holding her looks pretty well.
Spring has hit full hilt in the last couple of days and it is too beautiful to stay constantly in the house so Kroger and its Starbucks coffee shop and free wi-fi is an enticing escape.
I have progressed a lot on my genealogy family tree and found out amazing things but no one else seems to be enthused for it as I do; perhaps because my namesake grandmother has always been such a mystery for me. I have written so much of New Orleans because I knew it and also have made a few attempts writing about the odd hill people in Tennessee but not having grown up there and only by hearing stories and researching that time periods, I want to write something with a sense of reality. I want to write of my grandmother, Annis who had a really short and hard life but from everyone I have talked to who knew her said she was such a caring and loving person. She died at the age of 41 with pneumonia but my father was her oldest child and he adored her.
New Orleans has been my home since the age of fourteen but I still feel the pull of the roots of my birth state. My attempts at writing about Tennessee such as IN THE OWL LIGHT and THE RIGHT'EN are decent but still need a sense of reality. Thank goodness for this netbook and La Bella Donna. Plus I am still writng the THREE EDGED SWORD.

Meanwhile I have taken up biking again but this time with 34 year old pedal moped. When I get tired of pedaling, I just kick in the motor. It is such fun


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