Sunday, May 15, 2016

Birthday Guest: Caraway Carter

Please welcome my birthday guest - Caraway Carter!

A funny thing about my family: my Fathers (That's my childhood name for my mother's dad.), my Mom and I are all twenty years apart in age. And our birthdays are December, January, & February respectively.

The year, I turned twenty, my mother would have already turned forty and Fathers would have had his sixtieth, so we celebrated all of them on the weekend of my mom's birthday. We each got to invite our own friends.

His mobile home park had a large community center, where over a hundred people wandered in and out through the day. We play music from each of our eras. My college friends made jokes with my Fathers’ friends and my mom's friends danced with everyone. It was a wild, long day of our favorite foods & music, laughter and friends and gifts that were opened throughout the day.

Sadly, my Fathers is no longer with us. He past several years ago, though I might see a fifty-five, seventy-five, ninety-five party in the future. We'll remember the man who made our lives a wonderful. We'll celebrate our past youth and our future ahead and laugh and love and eat with new friends and old family.

Thank you Nicole for giving me space to remember my Fathers and my Mom.

Origin of Fathers: When I was a little kid, my mother's mom insisted I call them grandmother and grandfather. Well, that's an awfully tall order for a kid. I ended up calling them Gran and Fathers.

She'd spend time when we visited teaching me and training me to call her grandmother. She'd say, I'm your grandmother, she's your grandma. And I'd eventually learn to say it correctly, but Fathers stuck. And the best thing of all, is that he'd sign anything to me as Fathers. There was never a question, they were my Grandmother and Fathers.

I really miss him, Fathers was this tall man with German ancestry. He was born on Christmas day, and his name was almost Jesus... but he ended up being named Irving, nicknamed Fritz. But, he'll always be Fathers.

The Scarlet Lock

Brandon Marshall, in Paris for his twin sister’s wedding, has a fling before the big day. At the end of a whirlwind week of discovering each other, Brandon and his lover place a scarlet lock on the Love Lock Bridge.

Follow Brandon through six years of letters – to the citizens of Paris, on everything from how to make love, to eating passionate fruit – and to the lover, who is now his brother-in-law.

The locks are being removed, the bridge refitted… What will be the fate of The Scarlet Lock?

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A story from Love Unlocked – a collection of seven short stories and novellas – unique LGBTQ romances inspired by the Love Lock Bridge. 

Caraway Carter:

Hi, my name is Caraway Carter, and I am creating characters and worlds that I hope you love as much as I do. Welcome!

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  1. I enjoyed your post it's funny my sister is 20 years younger than my mum so whenever I'm asked mum's age like this week when she had to go to the hospital I always remember that my sister is two years older than me then just add 20 years.


  2. Thank you for sharing your family story with us, as it reminds me of the special name we also had for my grandfather based on my interpretation of granddad when I was a toddler <3 happy memories