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In "Sniffing Out The Truth," join the spirited Private Investigator Nala and her canine companion, Max, on a twisted journey through deception and danger. When an unexpected corpse surfaces at her friend's vegetarian eatery, Nala must navigate a maze of lies and betrayal to prove her friend's innocence. As suspicions rise and tensions flare, Nala's loyalty is tested as she unravels a web of secrets that implicates even those closest to her. With a clever dog by her side and a determined spirit, Nala races against time to expose the real killer, even if it means challenging her own beliefs and putting her  romantic relationship with an officer at risk. A riveting tale of mystery and friendship, "Sniffing Out The Truth" is a thrilling ride through a world where the truth is the most elusive catch of all.

The Senior Sleuths are back in action working on a case of a missing assistant baker and her dog, too in Late for the Bus Tour. Along the way, they board a bus for Memphis for a Graceland tour, and as you expect, shenanigans ensue. So, the real question is why a Memphis bus tour, or even Graceland?

I chose Graceland, Elvis’ home, because he’s such an icon that people of all ages would recognize his name. Even my daughter is a fan! Lots of Elvis trivia out there for Eunice to spout, too. Research is not only easy, but fun. I’m gradually working my way through the Elvis movies.

Bus tours are an easy way to travel with someone else making the arrangements and doing the driving. Greener Pastures Center would want a self-contained unit like a bus to keep their residents together—wishful thinking on their part. Being the first bus trip, they don’t want to travel too far. The normal distance between Greener Pastures and Graceland is only six hours if everything goes smoothly—I have feeling that their trip time will be much longer.
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Graceland isn’t the easiest place to visit because of its popularity, which means most of the time you can’t show up and buy tickets that day. However, bus tours will buy the tickets weeks, even months ahead, that way their riders are guaranteed to see Graceland on the day they wanted. There are several museums within Graceland, along with one of his planes, car, and two restaurants. This makes it a great place for a tour. Some trips even go to Graceland, and then drive straight back without any overnight stays. Not so for our gang—who cause a little havoc in their pursuit of justice.
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Something’s not quite right in Emerson. Old secrets bubble to surface, exposing uncomfortable truths. Reference Librarian Tenny Taylor is determined to uncover the facts of an age-old scandal. Only she might not like what she finds or at what cost.

Will Tenny find out the truth about her mother? Will someone replace Grandpa Willis as Santa?  What unlikely person turns out to be a mean girl of decades past? How does Ethel the dog unravel a long time mystery? This and much, much more.

​I looked forward to sipping tea and exploring Mark’s ancestral roots in Ireland, but oh, what a twist of fate!

My life as owner of The Painted Lady Inn hardly prepared me for this. With my detective husband by my side, we embark on a journey filled with mayhem, murder, and mischief.

As I savor every bite of Irish stew and soak in the breathtaking scenery, little do I know that our vacation will turn into a whirlwind of sleuthing.

Who could have imagined the secrets hidden behind Mark’s family tree? And what dark secrets lurk in this picturesque village, threatening to shatter the tranquility?

The jig is up, and it’s up to us to untangle the web of intrigue.

Notice most of the fairgoers are men. Note the fashions. There's no sideshows anymore.

I have to admit the tram hasn't changed in over fifity years, except the tractiors now run on soy biodiesel fuel.

We still have a fair queen every year, but I don't think they have a swimsuit contest. Each county sends their own 4-H Fair Contest Queen to compete. Often the competitors participate in a fashion show of clothes they designed and sewed 
themselves.

In 1964, the Beatles arrived to play at the Indiana State Fair. Many bands play at the state fair every year.

Each year my daughter and I attend the fair. It's great fun seeing the animals, exhibits, feeding the animals at the petting zoo, cheering on the racing pigs this year,  fair food, photo opps, and meandering through the flea market.

The Midway is a big draw with its various rides and games of chance. On my first visit to the fair with my now husband, he won a dragon and unicorn for me, which made me the envy of many children. :) I still have both stuffed animals. I can see my characters Tenny and Blue from The Tenacious Librarian Series wandering the fair grounds. Blue would definitely hang out with the dairy cows. Hope you enjoyed your visit to the Indiana State Fair.

Photos from Indianapolis Star, self-taken, or from the Glass Barn.

​Tagline: When legends come to life, a librarian's detective skills are put to the test.
I never thought my quiet little town would become the center of attention, but here we are. A low-budget movie production company has descended upon us, determined to resurrect a local legendary monster. As the town librarian and amateur sleuth extraordinaire, I couldn't resist digging deeper into their suspicious activities.
 
My best bud Blue, always up for an adventure, joins me in unraveling the secrets behind the movie crew. There's something fishy about them, and I suspect they're up to more than just making a film. But that's not the only challenge I face.
 
Rita, my nemesis, has escaped from prison, and she blames me for her incarceration. It seems she hasn't forgotten our last encounter when she tried to end my life. With her lurking in the shadows, I have to stay one step ahead and protect myself and my loved ones.
 
Oh, and did I mention Precious, the mischievous raccoon? He's always by my side, getting into trouble and helping me crack the case in her own unique way. Together, we'll uncover the truth behind the movie production and the legend it aims to resurrect.
 
In a town where everyone is busy perfecting their acting skills, we're about to discover that some performances are too real for comfort. Join me on this thrilling adventure as we navigate through movie dreams, dormant fears, and a town buzzing with excitement. When legends come to life, a librarian's detective skills are put to the test. Will I solve the mystery before it's too late?
 

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 Ireland is the land of lakes, standing stone circles, myths, and sheep. Because we went in the spring, there were plenty of lambs. The  sheep are often sprayed  with paint as a form of identification. Soon after the lambs are born they get a dab of color, too.

The fields are usually divided by hedge groves  or ancient stone fences. There are a few wood and wire fences to keep both lambs and cows contained.

Lamb meat while expensive in the United States is an affordable dish in Ireland. Woolen stores are everywhere and sell the most beautifully woven merino wool scarves.

This is a Hawthorne tree and is considered a fairy tree. Roads and building projects  have been planned around in such trees in Ireland. Our guide told us a story where a road was either built around or cut down the Hawthorne tree and wrecks kept happening there. They eventually changed the road and offered an apology to the fairies.

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Ireland is an island surrounded by the Alantic ocean, but inside the mountains, you have magnificent lakes. A good part of Ireland is National Parks land including the lakes. The parks are open for all to visit. Boats and kayaks are available for rent. We chose a boat tour with a guide who not only had a motor on his boat, but knew all the tales that go along with the magnicient, scenery.

One of our day trips was to Innisfallen Island, which is now deserted, except for the deer. It had been once a monastery. In ancient times, it was believed to be a place of learning for both men and women. There's a possibility it could have served as a leper colony, too. Now it is a park belonging to Killarney. People often picnic on this peaceful place while exploring the ruins. It is only acessible by boat.

There was a whimisical atmosphere about my Irish sojurn. There were swings everywhere and I did stop for a few pumps of the legs. Some of the swings were over water testing my resolve. I tried out those swings, too and didn't end up in the chilly water.

Here I am crawling out of OWEYNAGAT , which is sometimes called the entrance to the Irish Underworld or the Cave of Cats. It is dark, muddy, and amazing. It gets bigger once you get inside. I You'll have to try it out for yourself.
Find out more about Irish Caves.

It is fitting we end our visit to Ireland with sunset over the Killarney countryside.

I think I believed in Santa longer than most children.  The reason is that he called me!  This was in the early 1950s, before kids were disillusioned through modern technology.  Mom answered the phone and, after listening a minute, held the handset out saying, "It's for you." 

Probably the first time that had happened to me.  I tentatively said, "Hello?"  and a gravelly voice replied, "Ho, ho, ho!  Merry Christmas, Robin!" 

I could hear jingle bells and Santa turned away from the phone to call one of the reindeer from wandering off.  Then he told me that he was calling the children on his "Nice" list to check what they wanted for Christmas.  We had a lovely, but short, discussion (he had a lot of children to check on) and then, with more jingle bells and commands to elves and reindeer, he hung up. 

​ I found out years later that it was "Uncle" Charlie Brophy, a friend of my parents'.  They had been as surprised as I was when he called.  It was just something he had decided to do for the younger kids of his friends and neighbors.

Morgan here. What a sweet thing for Uncle Charlie to do.

My favorite Christmas memory is from when I was a lot younger. My mom wanted to bake sugar cookies with us and we needed a few ingredients from the store (flour, sugar, salt, etc). She sent me into the store with a sandwich baggy full of loose coins.

Thinking back… she was probably embarrassed to do it herself. I faithfully grabbed all of the ingredients on the list she had given me and set them on the conveyer belt to check out. When the cashier rang everything up and I counted out each coin from my bag, I didn’t have enough. The cashier asked me to choose an item to put back. I tried telling her that my mom had sent me into the store to buy all of the necessary ingredients we needed to make cookies for Santa and I needed it all. I was devastated. Everything was vital to making the cookies.

Finally, I chose the salt. The woman in line behind me told the cashier that she would take the salt. My young pride was upset. How dare she take MY salt. The salt that I couldn’t pay for. I slowly walked out of the store to my mom, who was waiting in the car for me. How was I going to tell her that I couldn’t get everything she’d asked for? I failed the job she had given me. Now, we wouldn’t be able to make cookies.

As I was just about to exit the store, the woman who was behind me in line called out to me. I turned around and she had the salt container in her outstretched hands. She told me that she wanted me to have it. She remembered being a struggling single mom and that she wanted me to tell my mom Merry Christmas. Through my tears, I thanked her and gave her a hug.

 When I got back into the car with my mom, I told her everything. How I didn’t have enough money for everything and that I had to return an item and I’d chosen the salt. How the woman behind me in line said that she would buy the salt and how upset I was. Then, I told her what that same woman had done, she’d purchased the salt for us and that she’d asked me to tell my mom that she was doing great and to have a Merry Christmas. My mom and I sat in our car crying for a few minutes before she turned to me and said, “That is the true meaning of Christmas.”

Now that I’m older and have a family of my own, I still cannot make sugar cookies without thinking of that nameless woman and silently thanking her for her kindness.
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What an incredible tale of compassion. Thanks for sharing it, Shelby.

One of my favorite Christmas’s took place in 1975. My father was in the U.S. Air Force and we had recently returned to the United States from living abroad in West Germany. In December of 1975 my father decided he would drive the family to Washington State so my mother could visit with her Uncle Bob and her grandparents.

It was quite an experience for us. We had our school work to do but we also visited so many new historical places .
We participated in a Christmas Boat Parade. We went to Mount Rainier and Northwest Trek. We went up in the Space Needle in Seattle, Washington.

It was so much fun.

It sounds like a wonderful time. Happy memories.