I like to drive,unless its raining really hard or when there is ice on the road. I dont talk on the my cell or text while driving. Even tho I have hands free blu tooth(who I tend to fuss at, I know its not human, but give me a break, I hate that lady jetsons-robot voice) and I have a app that tells me where the cops are, not that I would speed or anything like that. I dont get that many calls anyway, unless someone wants something( you know what I mean?) It is a 45 minute drive more or less that I commute in the morning and I do that again in the afternoon. Its the morning that I get these ideas. I have small rough drafts of stories that I entertain myself sort-of and thats when I find out that someone either lives(in my stories), or a song comes on the radio, and I find out a certain character decided to break up with her husband,or even Ive had a brand new person come into a story, and I would think to myself, 'Where did you come from?' To me, writing a story, it comes alive somewhere, and it kinda 'cooks',or bubbles,ferments, it kinda sits there, in your mind, heart and soul, and these characters have a mind of their own, and most of the time, I the writer dont even know what my 'people' are going to do. On one story which is really intense, I let the characters have full reign, yeah, I know, but they are like children, you give birth, but they have their own personality and individuality,but simular to children, they are free, the mother of the creation of them holds her breath, and hope they fly because they are free to start with, you the mother hope for the best, ruin or be acomplished and you want everything great for that child (a story). I joke to my friends and family that when I get up @ 4 in the morning, its a clean slate, fresh, ready to write, but when I drive, that slate is hot-on-the-press, ready to go, creative juices still flowing. I have pulled into the parking lot at my job, and jot down what I had been thinking about. I have dreamed of an idea also. I havent been driving too long in my adult life, like 6 yrs now, still learning, but with the combination of driving and crafting my universe forever blooms and I hope it never ceases. Drive happy and be Safe, with love, Dee Guthrey
The Blackburn family was a closely-knit , hardy courageous group. They had 
Once again, this is a big part of my family tree. I had help from my Mom to help me to get the story of WAR EAGLE. I remember sitting beside my mother in libraries looking up the really old records off the Microfilm. I asked her if it was exciting to find ancestors and how they lived, she said "YES!!"
Photograph of Cassie Giles, wearing a dark uniform with a white collar and shoes and dark hat, sitting in a massive pile of riveters. She is sitting cross-legged and holding a riveter in her hand.(This is my Fav...I can tell she got a 'kick' taking this photo.) 
Photograph of Cassie Giles, in high-wasted pants, riding a saddled horse on a dirt road. In the background are bushes, a fence and trees.( I loved to visit my Aunt Cassie and Uncle Roger in Texas, they seemed like movie stars to me, well, I guess they still are. Kudos Aunt Cassie!)
