About My Blog—

You're probably wondering what happened on this, my anchor blog. I was using it to promote a client's book (GIBBO) and abandoned it for my own posting temporarily. I have now opened a new blog for him, and I am back to my OLD FAMILIAR PLACE. I will be posting here as well as my other two blogs, AS THY DAYS and PASSIONS AND SPLENDOR. 

Thanks for dropping by.




Jane Bennett Gaddy
Trinity, Florida

House Not Made With Hands
The Mississippi Boys
Isaac's House 


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