Annamaria on Monday
I’ve been on the move.
A week ago in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania:
This historic village is where, during the American Civil
war, the Confederate Army made its northernmost incursion—a two-day event. Charming and well loved by its inhabitants,
it is now also the home of the Mechanicsburg Mystery Bookshop, run by the
remarkable Debbie Beamer. Debbie is
passionate about the genre she sells and imaginative about the way she promotes
her business and the authors who are lucky enough to visit her.
On this recent trip, I learned about other businesses run by
women in the town, and as an entrepreneur myself, I am impressed by their attitude of mutual support and their success at pooling their talents. In addition to
the bookstore, Mechanicsburg has a tea parlor, a spice and herb store and
garden, and a flower shop. The women who
run these four separate enterprises have found synergies among their businesses
that benefit them all. Last week, I was the
beneficiary of three of them.
Once a year, Susanna Reppert, owner of The Rosemary House, herb
and spice shope and garden, arranges for an author to present at a themed tea
party. This year I had the privilege of being that writer on Sunday the 12th
at a ‘Traveling to Africa Tea.” Susanna
did all the organizing and coordinating.
Debbie and some of her helpers scheduled a book signing in
the early afternoon.
Folks showed up in
Susanna’s beautiful garden, where the tables were covered with lovely African
cloths. Debbie sold books at one. I signed at another. Susanna's son—Cedar—dressed in his
safari outfit, escorted the guests to us.
Susanna’s sister Nancy runs the tearoom next door and is
skilled and imaginative to a nth degree.
Here is her menu for my event:
The servers were dressed in African print dresses. Here are tables they decorated:
And some of the dishes:
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| The menu says, "Keep a Watchful Eye Out for the Zebra?" |
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| And, "Do You See the Cheetah? Brownie" |
A word about the Scottish scones—they were like delicious
clouds. Nancy could give lessons to all the
lesser-talented bakers who made all the (a thousand by now) scones I have ever
eaten.
Delighted, I spent the night with Susanna and her
family. And the next morning, on a drive
to the train station in Harrisburg, I got to talk the book biz with
Debbie—informative, funny conversation—with a great deal of mutual agreement.
On Monday evening, I made a cameo appearance in my New York
apartment and headed out the next morning to JFK and a flight to Minneapolis.
Minneapolis, Minnesota:
—where Stan and I have a ton of work to do on the anthology
of short crime fiction Sunshine Noir. We have been
editing up a storm. We have made great
progress, despite the occasional tiff over the definition of an independent
clause.
And there has also been some of this each afternoon. Yum.
And to delight you all, here is something we saw on the PBS News Hour, while we were sipping some of that nice bubbly.
