In the Fishbowl With… Tamera Alexander! (from Lisa Wingate)

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Today in the BelleView Fishbowl, the incomparable Tamera Alexander has stopped by for a bit of Civil War tea. I’m glad you’ve joined us for the party, too! I know you’ll enjoy sitting in on the visit with this sweet and talented writer!

Lisa: As a kid, my favorite place to dream up stories was on the back of a pony (who, no doubt, would’ve preferred to be lolling around the pasture minus one knobby-legged little girl). That pony probably never realized all the places our travels took us in my mind. Most of our stories were westerns, which is probably why I loved working on the Civil War Texas thread in Wildwood CreekTamera, did you have a favorite dreaming place as a child? What did it inspire in you? Did you ever “dream” yourself back in time?

Tamera: Since a very young age, I’ve been a big reader, Lisa, and my bedroom was my haven. The desk in my room was right by a window that overlooked a woodsy area behind our house and no telling how many hours I spent sitting and daydreaming, imagining other worlds and far away places.

A favorite childhood memory is when my family went to Germany. Here I am at age 9 boarding a boat that would take us on a tour down the Rhine River in Germany to see the castles along the hillside. Talk about a memory that stayed with me.

I can still remember running my hand along the castle walls, wondering who had lived there and what kind of life they’d had. My love for––and fascination with––history started young.

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Lisa: Our porch friends around BelleView know that this is the empty nest year for me. Life is changing, and I feel myself sifting through what was — working to find a new sense of order that doesn’t include sweating and freezing and sports stadiums, washing endless loads of laundry, and running off to prom-mom meetings. I’ll admit, it has definitely taken some getting used to. Tamera, what’s new in your corner of the world? Where is life taking you this year? Anything unexpected?

Tamera: What a great time in your life, Lisa! I’ve been there, done that with the empty nest. And while my husband and I adore our two kids (Kelsey, 26, and Kurt, 24, who live not far from us), we also enjoy the time alone again too. You have a lot to look forward to!

As for this year… Life is in high gear with back-to-back books and lots of travel. I’ll be keeping the roads––and skies––hot with upcoming book signings and speaking engagements through the summer, including a Germany/Switzerland book tour in June along with my daughter, Kelsey (my Marketing Assistant Extraordinaire), and author buddies Lynn Austin and Elizabeth Musser. I’m a major extrovert, so I love it when they let me out of my cage!

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Lisa: One of the hardest things for me in writing Wildwood was the research for the historical thread, and in particular sorting out Bonnie Rose’s riverboat travel west. Texas has some riverboat history, but it’s complicated. The research was fun though, because it gave me a chance to awaken my inner steampunk. Tamera: A Beauty So Rare is set in the incredible Belmont mansion. Any secret dreams you had the chance to live out while working on the book? Did you know the ending of the book ahead of time or did it surprise you?

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Tamera: Yes, to the secret dream! I had always wanted to go underground at the Belmont Mansion, beneath the spot where the 2,000 square foot glass conservatory (green house) once stood, to the labyrinth of chambers beneath. Here’s a picture of the green house circa 1850s.

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And I got the chance to go “spelunking” one day last year with Linda Patrick, a docent at Belmont Mansion.

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Here are the original stairs leading down to the chamber beneath where the green house used to stand. One of my favorite scenes from A Beauty So Rare takes place in this underground area.

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Notice the arches throughout the construction down here…

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The arches served as a support to the brick floors just above in the conservatory itself. There were cast iron stoves in this basement area, and it was the responsibility of the under gardener’s assistants to tend these fires round the clock during cold months. The conservatory had grates in the floor and the hot air would rise and warm the plants. Wish I could travel back in time and view all that first hand!

Regarding the ending of the book, I knew what was going to happen, I simply wasn’t certain how I was going to get there––until I got there! Then everything fell into place.

Lisa: If I had the opportunity to go back in time, I think I would look forward to the quieter nature of past eras (no TVs, no cars, no jet trails overhead, no computers) and the beauty of the clothing, but I have a feeling the novelty of hoops and corsets would wear off in… say… about a day and a half. Tamera, If you could step into your novel, what would you be looking forward to and what would you be dreading?
 
Tamera: Oh…yes to the quiet! I was thinking about that just recently. How quiet it would be. I’d also love to go back in time and experience the different relational qualities between people. They were much more formal with each other back then (think Downton Abbey and how they talk “around an issue” instead of addressing it head-on like we do today). Yet, like you, girlfriend, I think I’d tire of that pretty quickly because one of the things I prize most in my relationships is straightforwardness.

As far as what I’d be dreading… No air-conditioning or refrigeration! The sheer thought of that, considering the hot, humid Southern summers and how easily food would spoil––not to mention that there were no iPhones in 1868––makes me grateful to live in this day and age.

One thing I do love are some of the recipes from this era. A Beauty So Rare has over 30 recipe references in the story, and I’ve got several on my website (click HERE to see them). And enjoy! To learn more about Tamer, visit her website here:www.TameraAlexander.com

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To celebrate Tamera’s visit, we’re having a giveaway. One lucky winner will receive autographed copies of Wildwood Creek and A Beauty So Rare (book and autographed bookplate to arrive separately for A Beauty So Rare).  To enter, leave a comment at the bottom of this post, answering the question of the day. The contest ends Friday, and we’ll announce the winner on Saturday.  If you’d like us to contact you (if you win) leave an email address in your comment.

Question of the day: Where were your favorite childhood “dreaming places?”  What dreams did you dream there?

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Selected among BOOKLIST'S Top 10 of 2012 and Top 10 of 2013, Lisa Wingate weaves Southern settings with elements of women's fiction, history, and mystery to create stories that Publisher's Weekly calls "Masterful" and Library Journal refers to as "Lyrical and beautiful." She is a seven-time Carol Award nominee, and a two-time Carol Award winner. She once dreamed of making the Olympics and winning the National Finals Rodeo, but was thwarted by an inability to do a back flip on the balance beam and parents who wouldn't finance a rodeo career, so she took her first-grade teacher's advice and became a writer instead ;)

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  1. says

    There were two large Summac trees outside my bedroom window, and one was perfect for climbing. Being a little tomboy, I loved to climb this tree and rest between the branches to read and dream. .This was no small feat for a very small built girl, but dream of the Emerald Isle I did. All I ever wanted to do was visit the land of my ancestors, see the castles and the Celtic crosses, walk the moors, and hear Irish spoken the way it should be spoken…so similar to the way my Appalachian born and raised Granny talked. That dream stayed with me for many years as I left my childhood behind. I went to college, married, and had children of my own. Eventually, I too, became a empty-nester. Then, in retirement, the opportunity came for travel. Of course, I went to Ireland, and I have returned twice since that first trip. It was everything I expected it to be and more. I don’t know how often a person’s childhood dreams are fulfilled, but mine certainly have been. I have no regrets, but I can still dream. Let’s see….where shall I go next? Maybe Alaska?

    • Lisa Wingate says

      I love it! When we were kids, we used to make our “forts” and playhouses in the sumac at my grandparents’ farm. We made good use of what nature provided!

      • says

        Hi Lisa, I would have loved being able to build a fort, but these were the large variety of Sumac trees, not the small Sumac bushes. I had to grab the first branch and swing myself up into the tree in order to climb the tree. It was worth the effort once I was up in the tree and resting there to dream. What memories.

        • Lisa Wingate says

          Hi Rhonda! Ours were definitely Sumac bushes, although we had many climbing trees that were our tree castles. Years later, after my grandparents funeral, all the grandkids went back to the farm and the owners were kind enough to let us walk around. Of course, we went looking for all the trees with our names carved in them from the good old days ;)

      • says

        Ireland is everything you have heard about the country. It is go green, especially County Clare and County Kerry. There is an old castle ruin around every turn in the road, or a church or monastery ruin. The rugged coastline is amazing, and the people are so friendly. We have been to the Republic of Ireland three times and Northern Ireland once. Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland is one of the most spectacular natural formations I have seen, not to be missed. The thatched roof houses in Adare are exactly what you think you should see when you picture Ireland. Go, go, go! You will never regret the trip.

    • Lisa Wingate says

      We loved nosing around construction sites when we were kids. It was always fun to play and dream and imagine our tiny kingdoms. It would’ve been more fun if the houses were our future homes!

    • says

      Melody, I’m right there with you as far as daydreaming as I read books. I became the character I was reading, and still do to a large extent. I climb into their skin and experience the world through their eyes. What a gift the imagination is! Thanks for visiting today.

  2. says

    Welcome to the porch, Tamera! Your books are such a treat and definitely transport readers to a time and place worth dreaming about. Good luck, everyone . . . winning Lisa and Tamera’s books will start your week off right! (love the photos, girls)

  3. karenk says

    a wonderful posting…I loved ‘dreaming’ in my bedroom…fairy-tale dreams.

    thanks for the opportunity to read these fabulous novels, ladies :)

      • says

        KarenK, It’s amazing how such a “routine place,” a bedroom, became such a magical place when reading and dreaming when we were younger. I’m so grateful for parents who encouraged a love of reading and for lots of books at our local library. We kept those roads hot.

  4. Beverly Lytle says

    Reading always takes me to another place. I can dream my way into a story from anywhere. No special chair, no special swing, no special shade tree–just me and a book!

    • Lisa Wingate says

      Isn’t that the great thing about books? No matter where you are the story takes you someplace else :-)

    • says

      I was in a doctor’s office the other day, Beverly, waiting to be called in for my mammogram and I was totally gone in a book. On my iPhone! yes, we can truly read and be “transported” to anywhere…from anywhere! Thanks for sharing.

  5. Sandra G says

    I spent a lot of time in my bedroom, reading and day dreaming of being the heroine of the story … beautiful, strong and loved by a handsome man, LOL! I also did a lot of dreaming of my life in the future … meeting that special someone, having a grand wedding and becoming a mommy. :D

  6. Lisa Medeiros says

    The creek in our backyard and the tree house…. I went on many adventures with my books and day dreams there :)

    • Lisa Wingate says

      So many of our best childhood adventures took place along the creek in the backyard. It always seemed that there were endless things to imagine there. One of my greatest joys was watching my boys discover a creek of their own as they were growing up.

  7. chris granville says

    Dreaming spot would be up in the mountains on a hiking trip..
    All of you please have a terrific day…….God bless you Chrs

    • says

      Hey Chris, our 17+ years in Colorado really taught me to love the mountains. (It also taught me that what we Southerners call mountains are really hills, but I digress…) Such beautiful vistas really inspire dreaming!

  8. Becky S. says

    In second grade, my friend and I would take the globe to the back corner of the classroom during free time and dream of all the places we would visit when we grew up…fun times!

  9. Melony Teague says

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    I was constantly dreaming, my whole life was one wild ride of my imagination! I loved to pretend I was a school teacher though….and so my soft toys would be lined up and I would “teach” them, more like “boss” them!

    As I got a little older I would pretend I was one of the “Charlie’s Angels” and be hiding around corners, leaping out and pointing an imaginary fire arm at some unsuspecting target.

    Whether teacher or spy, I felt invincible.

    And I don’t see why we have to leave that behind when we grow up, in fact I think it essential that we don’t!

    Thanks ladies for sharing your stories with us!

    • Lisa Wingate says

      “my whole life was one wild ride of my imagination!” Amen to that, and why should we leave that behind as we grow up. You’re so right!

    • says

      Ha, loved reading that, Melony. I did the same thing with my dolls and animals, lining them up and teaching the day away. I wonder where all those dolls and animals are now, and if those stern stares and long detention halls made any difference. ; )

  10. Katrina says

    On our front porch with the trees hanging overhead was the best place for dreaming or reading when I was a child. Today it’s the swing in my front yard. Would love to win the books. Blessings

  11. Julie Cantrell says

    Welcome to our porch, Tamera! What an honor to have you visit with us today, and thanks for sharing your “Behind the scenes” stories and photos. A European tour?! Wowza! Talk about “letting you out of your cage!” And I love that your daughter is now your marketing expert. HOW FUN!
    Cheers,
    julie

    • says

      Hey Julie! It’s my honor to pull up a rocker and join you gals. Is it all right if I bring my white sangria (that’s mostly fruit juice, I just can’t seem to acquire a taste for wine…) and settle in for a while? : ) Sure do love and appreciate you gals. And yes, this summer will be fun! But first, another book to finish before I board that flight! Thanks for the warm welcome.

    • Lisa Wingate says

      A cottage on a lake would be a great place for dreaming. We didn’t have a Lakehouse when I was a kid, but we spent many hours pretending alongside a pasture pond, which is the next best thing :-)

    • says

      Oh Christine, a cottage on a lake. So dreamy. I bought a sign recently that says “Heaven is a little closer in a home by the water.” I currently have it propped by my bathtub since we don’t live near a lake. Yet! ; )

  12. Rachel Hauck says

    Great interview Lisa. So awesome to have the amazing Tamera Alexander on the porch talking all-things-southern.

    Love you, Tammy!

    Rachel

  13. Trella Hughes says

    Hi Lisa and Tamara. My favorite dreaming spot was a swing that hung from a ancient Liveoak tree. My dad hung the swing back in the late 50′s and it’s still there today. Now my grand kids swing on that same dreaming swing. I swang in that swing everyday as long as it was a sunny day all year round. Oh the daydreams took me to such happy places. I wouldn’t have traded that tree for anything. I had such a sweet time there. And most of those daydreams came through in such amazing ways. Thank you for reminding me to remember those long ago times.

    • Lisa Wingate says

      Hi Trella! How wonderful to think that the branches of that tree have held the dreams of several generations and will continue to! Isn’t it remarkable to think of all the things that tree may have seen?

    • Lisa Wingate says

      LOL! When we were kids, our mothers kicked us out the door after breakfast and didn’t expect to see us until dusk :-)

    • says

      True, Candice and Lisa! We spent SO much time outdoors. There were no video games or even VCRs yet in those days. Gracious, those were great days. Thanks for remembering with us, Candice.

  14. nat says

    My fav. childhood dreaming place was walking down gravel roads looking for agots and dreaming of living in the country, having my own fort, reading, reading, reading! Of course tea time too!

    • Lisa Wingate says

      Oh, a rock hound! I loved the fact that my boys were rockhounds. We had a lot of fun looking for treasures and imagining where they may have come from.

  15. apple blossom says

    I don’t know that I had any childhood dreaming places. But I sure would love to win this giveaway thanks

    ABreading4fun [at] gmail [dot] com

  16. kylee says

    Great when author s get together. They sharpen each other giving us the reader more to look forward to with their next books.

    • Lisa Wingate says

      Thank you, Kylee. I’m always fascinated with learning how other authors work and where their love of stories came from.

  17. Lindsey says

    We had a trampoline, under some beautiful trees in our front yard. I would sit out looking through the trees into the sky, finding the different shapes in the clouds.
    We also had a tree swing, and I would swing as high as possible, pretending to fly.

  18. Linda Rydberg says

    Just finished Wildwood this weekend… awesome as usual. I’ve read all of your books, what would you suggest to read while waiting for your newest novel?

  19. Tina Turpin says

    One of my favorite places as a child was on my Gram’s front porch. Was a very happy place and time. Thanks for the giveaway!

    • Lisa Wingate says

      I always loved spending time at my grandparents house. Something about all their old things around us seemed perfect for dreaming and let’s pretend.

  20. Fran LeCount says

    My favorite dreaming place was the bedroom I shared with my 2 sisters. Knotty pine walls and windows on 3 sides; the south windows looked out on the woods behind the house. Those windows were in an alcove with bookcases on the right and the left. That was a great spot for reading and dreaming. And I think my favorite dream was being a teacher of young children, imagining myself in the front of a classroom.

    • Lisa Wingate says

      I can picture that bedroom the way you describe it. What a perfect place for dreaming and for playing school. I wonder if every little girl imagined herself as a teacher when she was young? That was one of our favorite games!

  21. Rachel Cannon says

    We had a “secret room” in my favorite childhood house. It was just a little loft area with a half sized door, but my brothers and I loved it!

  22. says

    My favorite childhood dreaming place was a cold water stream that fed the pond. I would sit there for hours beside a rock with little gullies from where the Native Americans had ground their corn and just dream and make up stories in my head. Such priceless memories–thanks for taking me back there today!

    • Doris Schraeder says

      My favorite spots for dreaming and escape were on the little creek where I sailed my ship (#2 washtub!) and made dams to trap the little minnows. Many fun days were spent there.

    • Lisa Wingate says

      Your childhood dreaming place sounds a lot like mine, Jolina. If we found an arrowhead or a grinding stone, that was a special treasure!

  23. says

    I did most my dreaming while walking up the rural country road we lived on in Cato, Cayuga County NY. I dreamed of being an artist one day. Today, I am an artist in many ways ! I do draw still on occasion but I love quilting, crocheting, fiber arts, sewing, I love interior decorating and I use to write poetry and now I am writing a book ! I am so like Lisa, loving the country and quiet. Tamera I can’t imagine anyone being formal in TN, every one is so friendly and smiles. We lived in Perry County TN south of Linden for 5 years. Hoping to go back again soon. Miss it in TN.
    So so want to read your books.
    Blessings
    Linda Marie Finn
    Faithful Acres Books
    http://www.faithfulacres.net
    faithfulacresbooks@gmail.com

  24. Camille says

    I would dream everywhere, I was often in my own little world and if no there I was stuck in a book. My dreams were ever changing. but were often of my own prince charming and my incredible future to come.
    csaunderson123@gmail.com

  25. Shelley Kirkpatrick says

    When I was young there was a large space under our basement stairs that made a perfect “room.” I set up a little playhouse there and spent hours playing make believe.

    • Lisa Wingate says

      Isn’t it funny how kids adopt little nooks in the house? One of our favorite spots was on top of the neighbors well house. It wasn’t even very far from the back door, but we thought we were a million miles away :-)

  26. says

    When I was still at home, we had a huge weeping willow tree out back. Dad let the branches cascade down until they almost touched the ground before trimming them. I had a Collie named Sputnik and I’d crawl under the branches, Sputnik at my side, a book in my hand and I’d dream away as to what my future held for me.

  27. Janet Estridge says

    My favorite place to dream and read was in the crook of a very old oak tree in the front of my Aunt Jeanette’s house.
    I was too busy reading to dream of anything but I sure had fun.

  28. Melissa Grace says

    My favorite dreaming place was my bedroom. Or when my nose was buried in a book. I always dreamed of being a famous author or traveling to see the world.

  29. Heidi says

    My favorite dreaming place was flying through the foothills on my horse. I can’t say exactly what I dreamed of other than I felt restless and knew there was something more than what I had. I wasn’t unhappy or unloved, but quite the opposite. There was a sense of reaching for that something more that was missing. Something beyond what I had. I do believe I found it. It is called growing up and seeing things with maturity and with the perspective of adulthood. Now as a mother I strive to give my children that perspective, that there is more, but there is also the now. Maturity is not something that is valued in our society right now, and one goal in my life is to show my children the value of maturity. And I still have that horse. He is 29 and it is such a joy to watch my children with him. He has taught them more than I think any other animal we own. Horses are just incredible creatures and are good for a girl and her family, both inside and out.

    • Lisa Wingate says

      What a sweet story! I wish I’d had my childhood horse for my kiddos to enjoy. they did have one of their own and he was a treasure.

    • says

      Wow, Heidi, I loved reading about your journey. Bless you for sharing that and I wish I could see your horse. Bet he’s a sweetheart. And I love that God, in essence, gave you the desires of your heart. Maturity and wisdom are things to be sought. And treasured!

  30. Kathryn says

    My “dreaming place” was along the lanes of my Dad’s farm. It’s go on walks through the fields and cow paths, pondering life, writing stories in my head, and imagining all sorts of possibilities.

  31. Cyndi Wilson says

    I did most of my reading in my bedroom so I suppose that would be my “dreaming place”. I guess my dreams would have then, and would now, have to include traveling… anywhere and everywhere. As I grew up, I also fell in love with history so historical fiction is a particular favorite of mine! These two books are at the top of my TBR list! Thanks for the giveaway!

  32. Dawn says

    When younger and not outside playing reading was done on my porch or my room. Now when it’s nice I’m on the back deck on the.porch swing or in the house.if not nice.out and love curling up with a cup of tea and a good book..real or ebook :)

  33. says

    Hey Tamara and Lisa,
    Thank you for this post. I loved hearing the stories of your now and you thens…And seeing how God has woven it all to make you the beautiful story tellers and ladies that you are….

    Now for lessons on spelunking!

  34. Jennifer Bretsch says

    Wow! What a great question! I guess for me my “dreaming place” as a child was probably my bedroom. I would spend hours either sitting on my bed or at my desk reading tons of books (my parents were both librarians so our family did A LOT of reading!) or writing story after story in my spiral notebooks. I dreamed of someday getting married and having 12 kids and being the next Beverly Cleary.

  35. Jaquelyn S says

    My dreaming place would have to be a trampoline in my parents backyard. I would lay on it at night and look at the stars. It was the perfect place! Thanks!

    • Lisa Wingate says

      We loved lying on the trampoline after dark and watching the fireflies come out. Such sweet memories!

    • says

      We didn’t have a trampoline when younger but we’d spread out my granny’s blankets and do the very same thing. I still have those blankets. So special! Lightening bugs make the night viewing all the better.

  36. Melanie Backus says

    My dreams as well as my dreaming places were always simple. Under the chinaberry tree in the backyard making mudpies, I always dreamed of marrying and having children. I always knew that I wanted to me a mother and it was always my dream until the day I looked into precious baby eyes. That dream became a reality.

    • says

      So grateful God gave you the desires of your heart, Melanie. And you and I were similar chefs at heart with those mud pies. I used to pull up those wild onions and crunch those in just for some aroma. LOL!

    • Lisa Wingate says

      Aren’t chinaberry trees wonderful? Nobody gives them any respect, but they will grow practically anywhere. Sounds like a perfect dreaming place!

  37. says

    In our neighbor’s wheat field ~ I can’t imagine it now ~ what a dear man, Mr. Kinney, never mentioned the paths I left through it. I would ride my stick horse, Gayleen ~ rhyming with my name ~ and saying, “Giddy-up.” Kathleen ~ Lane Hill House
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  38. Kim Tuten says

    My favorite dreaming place was in my bedroom, just being by myself with the door closed, reading. I would dream about being the characters in the books in different places around the world. Kimtuten2001@gmail.com

  39. Lani says

    It’s been so fun reading about everyone’s dreaming place. Mine was my bedroom. If I wasn’t out playing (all over town) then I had my “nose in a book once again” as my mom always said. I still get lost in books and becoming the characters.

    • says

      Oh, Sharma, love the aromas that your post brought to mind. I was out at Belle Meade Plantation in Nashville (the setting of my Belle Meade Plantation novels) not long ago and stepped into that old 19th century, and oh…it still has that scent.

    • Lisa Wingate says

      Farms are filled with perfect dreaming places. One of mine was the loft at my grandmother’s farm. I could play up there for hours!

  40. Sharon Moore says

    My favorite dreaming place the tire swing in the backyard. I grew up on a small horse farm in rural Minnesota. Before the highway was built out front, it was quiet except for the birds, horses, dogs and cats. I would take my Donna Parker book and read (or re-read) while swinging. I would daydream about being a sleuth. Always liked being the one to solve problems.
    Sharon
    South Sub Bookclub
    smoore at tcq dot net

      • Lisa Wingate says

        Hi Sharon! So glad to see you here. My horse and I were often supersleuth’s as well. Farms are perfect for imaginary adventures ;)

  41. Janette Foreman says

    When I was young, really anywhere that I was alone was my dreaming place. I think I lived with my head in the clouds! Maybe that’s why I want to be a writer. :) I’d love to win these books! E mail – jy.foreman (@) Hotmail (dot) com

    Thanks!

  42. steph j says

    i liked to dream many places, but my favorite was in my room. my room had access to the attic, so i liked to sit on the attic steps and dream. also, in my backyard on my swing set.

  43. Patsye says

    I agree with the very first poster. A tree perch is a wonderful and lofty place to read and dream. My special tree was a pecan tree in the back yard with large sturdy branches spreading out just low enough for me to grab on and climb up. They branched out making a nice flat spot for me, and I would ascend with my book and an apple to munch on. There I would spend happy hours whenever the weather permitted.

  44. Teresa says

    I never really thought about it…but, guess I would dream a lot after reading….which was usually on the front porch swing. I loved to read and it sparked my imagination to dream of future travels, relationships, etc.

    • says

      Teresa, I think the world would be a better place if we all had porch swings, don’t you? Thanks for visiting.

      And to all, thanks for making me feel so welcome here. Lisa, it was fun to “chat” with you, lady. And to revisit our childhood dreams!

      Hugs and love from Nashville, TN,
      Tamera

  45. Lindsey says

    Hey Tamera,
    I looked at your recipes on your site. And I wanted to say thank you for posting them. Alot of times I’m reading a book and the recipes sound wonderful, but I don’t know how to make them. Now I have the chance!

    • says

      That made my day, Lindsey. I LOVE sharing recipes. Please be sure and let me know what you end up making. In fact, post a pic on my FB Page. I’d love it! I’ll be sending out two new Eleanor recipes in my newsletter next week, too. I’ll be sure and post them on my recipe page as well. A Beauty So Rare is chock-full of delicious “19th century” Southern food. Thanks again!

  46. Mippy/Sabrina says

    My favorite dreamin’ spot as a child was under the front yard HUGE tree. It’s leaves became taco shells at times, many a times was it climbed (until I couldn’t reach up to a branch anymore) it was quiet, it was safe, it was a magical place I could hide and pretend to be or do anything I wanted to be. I was 51/2-7 yrs old w/that tree as my friend. Thank you for reminding me of some great memories. :)

  47. Claire Anderson says

    One of my favorite childhood dreaming places was behind my best friend’s house, it was one of the only undeveloped lots in my neighborhood and it backed up to a beach. It had trails and climbing trees where I spent a lot of time “hanging out” in their branches as well as a shallow ravine that fed into a small pond. I used to think about all kinds of things in those trails and discuss them with her, and the two of us imagined hundreds of ways we might grow up. Few of those imaginings have come true, but the ones that matter — finishing college, falling in love, have happened for each of us and the dreams were important then, it gave us something to reach for.

    • says

      What a beautiful recollection, Claire. The setting sounds idyllic. Are you and that friend still in touch after all these years? I certainly hope so. Bless you and thanks for sharing.

    • Lisa Wingate says

      What a beautiful picture you paint. We had names for all the vacant lots in our neighborhood. I don’t think it ever occurred to us that those pieces of land belonged to someone else.

  48. Holly says

    My favorite childhood place was the lake with my dad fishing. It was peaceful and quite. I loved going with him, my grandpa, and my brother. We would all load up in the boat and have enough food for lunch. We would talk but only when necessary. You could lose yourself in that lake till you caught a fish. Still can we now take my kids. My dad and I, my brother and grandfather have past away but their legacy is carried on.

    • Lisa Wingate says

      As a mom who has raised an avid fisherman, this is a sweet, sweet version of a dreaming place!

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