A Father’s Day Celebration in Shady Pines Filled with Love and Kindness

A Father’s Day Celebration in Shady Pines Filled with Love and Kindness

Father Knows Best

Dear Readers, Father’s Day in Shady Pines Story Town always falls on a Sunday, This year it’ll be Sunday, June 21st. But for Harold Sanders, the real celebration begins on a Saturday morning before that date, at the Nuts ‘N Bolts hardware store on Main Street.

Harold has owned the downtown landmark for ages. Inside the weathered building the air smells of cedar shavings, fresh oil, and the sweet, fizzy nostalgia of the soda fountain located smack in the middle of the store.

By 10:00 AM, the place is packed—not just with people looking for nails or twine, but with folks stopping by to hear Harold’s latest tall tale.

One thing about Harold, the man loves to share stories. When he isn’t selling, he can be found telling. “Hey Bobby. Did I ever tell you about the mysterious giant bird I saw down by the McCaw River last week?”

Harold’s Australian Shepherd dog, Boomerang, is acting as the store’s unofficial “Greeter” today. He moves from customer to customer, offering a friendly nudge of his nose to anyone who looks like they need a smile.

Meanwhile, high above the action, on a custom-built, cushiony window seat that catches the morning light, sits Halley’s Comet. The couple’s silver streak of a cat is the store’s silent supervisor. She keeps an eye on the front door, blinking slowly at the regulars she recognizes.

Around noon, the bell above the door chimed with a specific rhythm—three quick tings. Harold looks up, a grin spreading across his face. It’s his wife, Edna.

She isn’t just bringing lunch. Edna is leading a small, heartfelt parade. Boomerang trots to the front to meet her, while Halley’s Comet leaps gracefully from her perch to meet them at the counter, winding figure-eights through Edna’s ankles.

I thought the ‘hardware store mayor’ might need a break from his admirers,” Edna teases, setting down a picnic basket on the sturdy oak soda fountain counter.”

Edna pulls out a thermos of Harold’s favorite iced coffee and a sandwich wrapped in brown paper. Then she reaches into her bag and pulls something more.

It’s a sign—hand-painted by Edna—that reads: “Reserved for the Best Dad in Shady Pines.”

She places the sign on the counter right next to Harold’s stool.

“The kids helped,” Edna says with a wink. She points to the sign.

At the bottom of the colorful message, are two distinct marks: a large, firm paw print from Boomerang, and a delicate, feline toe-print from Halley.

The store goes quiet as the customers realize what’s happening. Harold looks at his wife, then at his two faithful companions. Boomerang is leaning against his leg, while Halley purrs loudly on the counter beside the root beer taps.

“You know,” Harold said, his voice a little thicker than usual, “I’ve sold a lot of things in this store. Hammers, nails, bolts—things to fix houses. But these two?” He gestured to the dog and the cat. “They’re the ones who fixed our house and made it a home.”

Boomerang let out a soft “woof” of agreement, and Halley bumped her head firmly against Harold’s hand.

“Hey, Halley. You wanna know something?” asks Boomer. “When dad walks me to the shop like he did today, He lets me stop and sniff stuff. He’s really patient. And he talks to me like I’m very important.”

Halley shakes her head. “Well even dad can get stuff wrong once in a while.”

Boomer growls at her.

“I think he’s a good listener. I like telling him all about the neighborhood news like who’s planting new flowers or which squirrel is acting suspicious. He nods and says, ‘Is that so, Halley?’ Dad always makes me feel like he really hears me.”

Boomer cocks his head. “You know he doesn’t really hear you, right?”

Halley looks down. “I know. But still…”

Boomer has a thought. “One thing’s for sure. When he tells stories to kids, he makes them feel like they’re the heroes of that adventure.”

Halley nods. “Yeah. I like it when he tells them that being kind is the most important tool you can have in your belt—even more important than a wrench!”

For the rest of the afternoon, Harold doesn’t just tell stories about the town. He tells stories about his family. And every time a new customer walks in, they see the sign, and they notice the happy dog and the regal cat.

Maybe more importantly, they know exactly why this hardware store, and this respected father, is the heart of Shady Pines.

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Parting thoughts?

“I want to tell you all this,” says Edna. “Harold is the anchor of our little family. Whether he’s fixing a leaky faucet for a neighbor or just sitting there with us while the sun goes down, he makes everything feel settled and safe.”

And from Harold? “I feel like the luckiest man on earth. I have the most wonderful woman in the world to share my life with every day. And even though we never had children of our own, Boomer and Halley fill our lives with joy. And, they give me material for endless stories!

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY EVERYONE



This Mother’s Day in Shady Pines Edna Sanders Shares the Joy of Becoming Mom

This Mother’s Day in Shady Pines Edna Sanders Shares the Joy of Becoming Mom

And So It Begins

Dear Readers, in honor of Mother’s Day I thought you’d like to hear from one of our neighbors who became a mom when she least expected it. Yes I’m talking about Edna Sanders. The day she and Harold adopted those two four-legged rascals her life changed forever. I’ll let her tell you.

“Oh, for heaven’s sakes,” says Edna. “If you’d told me I’d be getting teary eyed over a dog slobbering on my good apron or a cat slung over my shoulder, I would’ve laughed right out loud. But here we are, just before another Mother’s Day, and I can’t help reflecting on the sweetest surprise life ever handed me and my Harold: the day we became fur parents.”

“To say that adopting these two critters came as a complete surprise would be the understatement of the year. Or, any year for that matter! I won’t get into exactly how it happened because my author friend, Mary Jane McKittrick, talks all about that in her second book, “Boomer and Halley Lost and Found -Learning to Live in a Blended Family.” I’ll just say it was a life changing experience for all of us.”

“One evening, not long ago, I was sitting out on the back porch in my favorite big wooden chair that rocks a bit. I was admiring my garden of flowers that took such care to get to bloom. Boomer was lying on the ground gnawing on his favorite rawhide bone with his head on my feet. Halley was perched on the armrest. And that’s when it hit me. I never had children of my own. Life just didn’t work out that way for us. But in that moment, with the late sun painting everything in a warm glow and these two babies looking up at me like I hung the moon, my heart swelled so big I thought it might burst.”

I was a mama after all.

“Being a fur mom isn’t always glamorous. There are muddy paw prints on my clean floors, early-morning zoomies that sound like a herd of elephants, and the occasional “gift” of a half-dead lizard from Halley.

But there’s also the way Boomer leans against my leg when I’m feeling blue, like he can sense it. And the way Halley curls into the exact shape of my neck when I’m reading in bed, purring her little heart out.

There’s the laughter when Harold tries to teach Boomer to fetch. Sure as shootin’ he ends up chasing the ball himself while Boom sits there grinning like, “You do it, Dad. They healed something in me I didn’t even know was aching.”

“This Mother’s Day, I want every woman who’s loved a four-legged child to know this: your love counts. The late-night worry when they’re sick, the silly songs you make up for them, the way your heart lights up when they run to greet you—it’s all real mothering. The kindness, caring and love you show them is real. Fur babies don’t replace anything, but they sure do fill up spaces you never knew were empty.”

Adults reading a book

“To my Boomerang and my Halley’s Comet: thank you for choosing us. Not sure who was most lost at the time, but I’m sure glad we found one another. You made my Southern heart a mama’s heart.”

“And to every fur mom reading this—whether you’ve got horses, dogs, cats, birds, bunnies, or all the above—happy Mother’s Day. May your treats be plentiful, your lint rollers never run out, and your fur babies always know how deeply they are loved.

With sweet tea and even sweeter love, Edna Sanders, in the small Southern town of Shady Pines.”



May Day Arrives with Excitement at The Writers Residency in the Real Shady Pines

May Day Arrives with Excitement at The Writers Residency in the Real Shady Pines

And So It Begins

Dear Readers, in honor of Mother’s Day I thought you’d like to hear from one of our neighbors who became a mom when she least expected it. Yes I’m talking about Edna Sanders. The day she and Harold adopted those two four-legged rascals her life changed forever. I’ll let her tell you.

“Oh, for heaven’s sakes,” says Edna. “If you’d told me I’d be getting teary eyed over a dog slobbering on my good apron or a cat slung over my shoulder, I would’ve laughed right out loud. But here we are, just before another Mother’s Day, and I can’t help reflecting on the sweetest surprise life ever handed me and my Harold: the day we became fur parents.”

“To say that adopting these two critters came as a complete surprise would be the understatement of the year. Or, any year for that matter! I won’t get into exactly how it happened because my author friend, Mary Jane McKittrick, talks all about that in her second book, “Boomer and Halley Lost and Found -Learning to Live in a Blended Family.” I’ll just say it was a life changing experience for all of us.”

“One evening, not long ago, I was sitting out on the back porch in my favorite big wooden chair that rocks a bit. I was admiring my garden of flowers that took such care to get to bloom. Boomer was lying on the ground gnawing on his favorite rawhide bone with his head on my feet. Halley was perched on the armrest. And that’s when it hit me. I never had children of my own. Life just didn’t work out that way for us. But in that moment, with the late sun painting everything in a warm glow and these two babies looking up at me like I hung the moon, my heart swelled so big I thought it might burst.”

I was a mama after all.

“Being a fur mom isn’t always glamorous. There are muddy paw prints on my clean floors, early-morning zoomies that sound like a herd of elephants, and the occasional “gift” of a half-dead lizard from Halley.

But there’s also the way Boomer leans against my leg when I’m feeling blue, like he can sense it. And the way Halley curls into the exact shape of my neck when I’m reading in bed, purring her little heart out.

There’s the laughter when Harold tries to teach Boomer to fetch. Sure as shootin’ he ends up chasing the ball himself while Boom sits there grinning like, “You do it, Dad. They healed something in me I didn’t even know was aching.”

“This Mother’s Day, I want every woman who’s loved a four-legged child to know this: your love counts. The late-night worry when they’re sick, the silly songs you make up for them, the way your heart lights up when they run to greet you—it’s all real mothering. The kindness, caring and love you show them is real. Fur babies don’t replace anything, but they sure do fill up spaces you never knew were empty.”

Adults reading a book

“To my Boomerang and my Halley’s Comet: thank you for choosing us. Not sure who was most lost at the time, but I’m sure glad we found one another. You made my Southern heart a mama’s heart.”

“And to every fur mom reading this—whether you’ve got horses, dogs, cats, birds, bunnies, or all the above—happy Mother’s Day. May your treats be plentiful, your lint rollers never run out, and your fur babies always know how deeply they are loved.

With sweet tea and even sweeter love, Edna Sanders, in the small Southern town of Shady Pines.”



Exciting News Straight From the Founder of Shady Pines Story town

Exciting News Straight From the Founder of Shady Pines Story town

And So It Begins

Dear Readers, in honor of Mother’s Day I thought you’d like to hear from one of our neighbors who became a mom when she least expected it. Yes I’m talking about Edna Sanders. The day she and Harold adopted those two four-legged rascals her life changed forever. I’ll let her tell you.

“Oh, for heaven’s sakes,” says Edna. “If you’d told me I’d be getting teary eyed over a dog slobbering on my good apron or a cat slung over my shoulder, I would’ve laughed right out loud. But here we are, just before another Mother’s Day, and I can’t help reflecting on the sweetest surprise life ever handed me and my Harold: the day we became fur parents.”

“To say that adopting these two critters came as a complete surprise would be the understatement of the year. Or, any year for that matter! I won’t get into exactly how it happened because my author friend, Mary Jane McKittrick, talks all about that in her second book, “Boomer and Halley Lost and Found -Learning to Live in a Blended Family.” I’ll just say it was a life changing experience for all of us.”

“One evening, not long ago, I was sitting out on the back porch in my favorite big wooden chair that rocks a bit. I was admiring my garden of flowers that took such care to get to bloom. Boomer was lying on the ground gnawing on his favorite rawhide bone with his head on my feet. Halley was perched on the armrest. And that’s when it hit me. I never had children of my own. Life just didn’t work out that way for us. But in that moment, with the late sun painting everything in a warm glow and these two babies looking up at me like I hung the moon, my heart swelled so big I thought it might burst.”

I was a mama after all.

“Being a fur mom isn’t always glamorous. There are muddy paw prints on my clean floors, early-morning zoomies that sound like a herd of elephants, and the occasional “gift” of a half-dead lizard from Halley.

But there’s also the way Boomer leans against my leg when I’m feeling blue, like he can sense it. And the way Halley curls into the exact shape of my neck when I’m reading in bed, purring her little heart out.

There’s the laughter when Harold tries to teach Boomer to fetch. Sure as shootin’ he ends up chasing the ball himself while Boom sits there grinning like, “You do it, Dad. They healed something in me I didn’t even know was aching.”

“This Mother’s Day, I want every woman who’s loved a four-legged child to know this: your love counts. The late-night worry when they’re sick, the silly songs you make up for them, the way your heart lights up when they run to greet you—it’s all real mothering. The kindness, caring and love you show them is real. Fur babies don’t replace anything, but they sure do fill up spaces you never knew were empty.”

Adults reading a book

“To my Boomerang and my Halley’s Comet: thank you for choosing us. Not sure who was most lost at the time, but I’m sure glad we found one another. You made my Southern heart a mama’s heart.”

“And to every fur mom reading this—whether you’ve got horses, dogs, cats, birds, bunnies, or all the above—happy Mother’s Day. May your treats be plentiful, your lint rollers never run out, and your fur babies always know how deeply they are loved.

With sweet tea and even sweeter love, Edna Sanders, in the small Southern town of Shady Pines.”



An Easter ‘Who Dunnit’ Mystery Happening Now in Shady Pines Story Town

An Easter ‘Who Dunnit’ Mystery Happening Now in Shady Pines Story Town

Ah, Dear Readers, we could use your help. You see, last year’s Easter event didn’t go as planned. And that’s why we’re trying to get to the bottom of what really happened during the Great Egg-Saster of 2025 and who caused it.

Here in Shady Pines Story Town we’re used to the normal way the annual hunt for colorful eggs is run. You know, kids, baskets, lots of giggles.

Unfortunately folks are still finding sticky brown stuff and neon-pink glitter in their lawns from the one last year. It was supposed to be the town’s most sophisticated Easter Egg Hunt ever, but in Shady Pines, “sophisticated” is usually code for “get ready for chaos.”

The Incident: The Melting Masterpieces

We’ll let The Shady Pines Gazette Editor, Zulah Talmadge and Scoop the Cub Reporter tell you what happened. After all they would report on that very memorable news event.

Sunlight streams through the stately windows of the newspaper office. Zulah plops down on her desk chair. On the other side of the room, she sees Scoop typing away.

“Scoop we gotta talk about what happened at last year’s Hunt.”

Scoop glances her way with a painful look on his face. “Do we have to?”

Zulah nods. “We do. You must admit the plan was ambitious. I think all of us were surprised when Mayor Fibbs announced that instead of plastic eggs, the town would use “Ever-Lasting Artisan Chocolate Eggs.”

Scoop pushes back a shock of red hair from his forehead. “Yeah. I’m still not sure what that meant. Then, we found out he was getting those special eggs from some fancy chocolate maker from up north. Why?”

Zulah shakes her head. “Beats me. I just remember hearing that an army of volunteers would be hiding the darn things before dawn all around Stonewall Park.”

Here’s what you need to know Dear Readers, by 10:00 AM on that fateful Saturday morning, the temperature hit an unseasonable 85°F. By the time the children were released with their baskets, the “Ever-Lasting” eggs had turned into puddles of brown goo.

Scoop covers his face with his hands. “I remember that awful scene of melted chocolate everywhere. Oh. And it attracted every bee and ant within a three-county radius.”

Zulah winces at the thought. “Oh, boy. At that point it wasn’t a hunt. It was a rescue mission for sticky toddlers.”


To find the culprit, we have to look at the three main players:

1. Mayor Fibbs (The “Visionary”)

The Mayor is the prime suspect. In his desire to outshine the neighboring town of River City and its Easter Egg Hunt, he insisted on the fancy chocolate eggs.

The Motive: A purely political reason. He wanted a photo op with the person who found the “Golden Chocolate Egg” to boost his popularity. He does come up for re-election next year.

The Evidence: Fibbs ignored the weather report from the local expert, claiming, “A little sunshine never hurt a Fibbs!”

2. Scoop the Cub Reporter (The “Witness”)

Scoop was assigned by Zulah to be on scene and act as the “Eyes and Ears” of the event.

The Motive: Lately he’s been entering his photos into competitions. He wanted the “Photo of the Year” more than anything..

The Evidence: Scoop got to the park early that morning and actually saw the eggs melting at 8:30am. What did the teenager do? Instead of reporting it or telling the organizers, he spent forty minutes trying to get the perfect “shot” of a melting egg.

Zulah Talmadge (The “Puppet Master”)

As the Editor of the Shady Pines Gazette, Zulah had a feeling things would go sideways. She saw the forecast and she knew about the chocolate eggs.

The Motive: Zulah believes the old saying, “A successful event sells ten newspapers, but a disastrous event sells a thousand.” In other words, if things went wrong, that story would boost sales of her newspaper.

Did she knowingly let the train wreck happen for the sake of the Monday morning headline: “SHADY PINES Easter Egg Hunt STUCK IN STICKY SITUATION?”

The Verdict: Who Is To Blame?

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After much investigation, and a whole lot of rumors flying faster than kite in a strong wind, we have a possible answer. It’s as close to Breaking News as we get around here.

While Mayor Fibbs came up with a new approach that clearly got out of hand, and Scoop failed to do the right thing when he saw the situation unravelling, most of our neighbors think Zulah Talmadge is ultimately to blame.

As the gatekeeper of information in Shady Pines, she could have tried to talk some sense into Mayor Fibbs, especially when she found out about the overheated forecast. Did the excitement of a big selling story cloud her judgement?

But wait. Wasn’t it our postal gal Kim Dunworthy who saw an ad about those incredibly beautiful Easter Eggs? It was right there in the mail she was delivering. Someone who works at City Hall says they saw that same ad on the Mayor’s desk. Is Kim the one who planted the seed? Oh, my!

One thing you learn when you live in Shady Pines, it can be a long and winding road to the truth. And we all know jumping to conclusions without knowing all the facts is not a kind thing to do. And this is, after all, a place known for its kind and caring neighbors.

So for now the mystery remains unsolved. We’ll hope all will go smoothly as we gather for this year’s Easter Egg Hunt (with plastic eggs) in our small Southern town. Wish us luck!

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As a National Holiday Approaches Shady Pines Wonders What Would Martin Say?

As a National Holiday Approaches Shady Pines Wonders What Would Martin Say?

Get Ready For an Important Day

I don’t know what January is like where you live dear reader, but here in Shady Pines Story Town this first month of the year can be really cold. Sometimes we even get snow.

Today is one of those dark, dreary days. You need a bright outfit and a buddy to find a palyful activity to keep you busy.

Or maybe, a cup of hot chocolate helps you beat back the winter blues.

I like to sit by the fire in a comfy chair and read stories on days like this. What about you?

Well. Would you lookey there. It seems that’s just what Edna is doing at the Sanders’ house. With her husband, Harold by her side, she delights in reading out loud to her four legged children.

Of course Boomerang, the Australian Shepherd dog and Halley’s Comet, a silver streak of a cat, have no idea what she’s saying. Or do they?

“Hey Halley,” says Boomer. “Who’s this Martin guy?”

Halley yawns. “I have no idea. Mom’s making him seem important.”

Boomer stretches from the tip of his bobbed tail to the top of his floppy ears. “Sounds like he was a really big deal.”

Halley tilts her elegant gray head. “What’s a national holiday?”

Why, of course. Edna is reading to the kids about Martin Luther King. That national holiday they’re talking about is in his honor. This year it falls on Monday, January 19th.

Who Is Martin Luther King, Jr?

Born in Atlanta, Georgia, on January 15, 1929,  Martin Luther King Jr. made it his life’s work to bring compassion, fairness and equality to all Americans.

The truth is, not everyone believed the way he did in the 1950’s and ’60’s. To bring about change, Dr. King became a social activist and civil rights leader.

He lived in the South. Back then, he saw that Black (Colored) people did not have the same rights as White people.

King led peaceful marches and nonviolent protests chanting, “We Shall Overcome.”

Guided By Family, Faith and The Constitution

Martin became a Baptist minister. His faith guided him to believe in justice and the United States Constitution.

That one-of-a-kind document says that all people in this country have the same rights no matter the color of their hair, skin, religion, age, disability or nationality.

Dr.King was married to Coretta Scott King.   She helped him lead the way during the civil rights movement. They were married nearly 15 years.

Together they devoted their lives to his Dream of Equality for All.

Thousands of people crowded together for his famous speech on the mall in Washington DC where he declared that dream.

Sadly, not long after that, Dr. King was shot to death by an assasin on April 4, 1968, at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee.

The Dream Lives On

Monday at the Shady Pines Community Center our Director, Rita Mallena, will lead our celebration of Martin Luther King Day.

Children will be asked to think about their dreams. What inspires them? Or who?

They’ll also be asked to share their ideas about ways we should treat people with kindness and respect.

Ray Robinson will be there. He’s been learning about Dr. King in school. He’ll talk about ways kids and their families can make the world a better place through peaceful change, just like Dr. King did.

What Would Martin Say?

As we look around at our country today, what do you think Martin Luther King would say to us if he were here? Would he be happy about the way we act around people who are different from us?

Just something to think about this Monday, January 19th as we celebrate a man who tried to make positive change for us all!

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