Sunday, March 5, 2017

"Volunteer Gap" --The Novel--Published March 1, 2017

Two Mennonite communities separated by thousands of miles must come together to protect the lives of an innocent Mother and Daughter caught in the cross-hairs of a violent struggle...
Hope and Hannah Showalter witness a violent drug related horrific killing that sets in motion a search by the killers for these two innocent souls in southwest Virginia that ends in the bucolic Mennonite community called Blue Creek nestled far off the beaten path in remote Belize.

If you enjoyed the 1985 movie thriller “Witness”, this modern-day struggle between good and evil will take you through the peaks and valleys of love and pure unmitigated hatred that challenges the very core of our existence.

While called upon again to find the truth, Quinn McSpain and Louisa Hawke are targeted by a maniac who will do whatever it takes…to kill them both!

C. David Gelly is the acclaimed author who has brought the “Gap” series to life. The first two selections, “Fancy Gap and Orchard Gap” have won well deserved critical acclaim. Follow him on Twitter at “FancyGap” and the “Fancy Gap and Orchard Gap” pages on Facebook. The author lives in North Carolina as well as the mountains of southwest Virginia.    


Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Charlie used Flash to wash his hands...

Charlie used Flash to wash his hands…..

My Dad, Charlie was born in 1901 and died in 1998. At the age of twenty he left Canada to pursue a better life for himself in the United States. He came to a new place where nothing was guaranteed…or expected. He didn’t speak the language as he only knew French. He knew he would have to work hard to earn a living. And work hard he did.

Charlie used Flash to wash his hands….

He married late in life to my wonderful Mother…Betty. When I was born Charlie was all of forty-six years old. I joined my sisters Louise and Claire. Early in my life I soon realized that Charlie worked very hard…every day. I watched him get out of his truck in the driveway and take his dirty bib overalls off in the shed. He then went right to the hallway bathroom and looked into the mirror. He saw the dirt and soot and grease on his face.

He then reached for the can of Flash on the cupboard and twisted the top off. For the next few minutes the used that gritty paste to scrub his hands clean. In that moment all his hard work that day was washed down the drain. I saw all of it go away yet I never heard him...complain about it.

Charlie used Flash to wash his hands.

Both Charlie and Betty did all they could to provide what they could for me and my sisters. We all knew that whatever we wanted above what we needed we had to work for…ourselves. I might not at times been happy with all of that but I knew that in order to succeed I needed to work hard. And that we did.

During one of my final years in high school, I needed a summer job. Charlie at time in his life was the maintenance manager at a local brass and iron foundry. I was fortunate to get a job there and it paid well. Now there was a reason it paid well. Summer months working in a brass and iron foundry are the closest thing to hell that a human being can experience.

At the end of each day I rode home with Charlie in his pickup truck. I was sopping wet from sweat and filthy. Charlie looked at me and smiled. The lessons I learned that summer in the foundry were never forgotten. Hard work taught me to appreciate the fact that you earn what…you work for.

Charlie and I used his Flash to was our hands.

Now Flash is long forgotten by many and never known by so many. This great country was built by men and women who used Flash to wash...their hands. Now at this very point in time, I believe we must never wash our hands of our country. Our hands need to come together and work to build the future…together. it may be hard and we may get...our hands dirty.

Charlie used Flash to was his hands. 

Wednesday, April 29, 2015


Happy Wine & Words Month of May!

First and foremost a LARGE shout out to the hundreds of readers & fans who attended the “Words & Wine” book signings we had in April! Y’all are awesome!  So much fun to meet new Fancy Gap/Orchard Gap fans who now have signed copies of both novels! A sincere "Thank You" to Wine Merchants, JOLO Winery & Olde Mill & Maples for being such gracious hosts!
So what is in store for the next few months? These are some of the gatherings that we will be attending:
May 13th—6:00pm “Women & Wine” at Maple Chase Golf Club in Winston-Salem.
May 23rd--The Ridge on Sedona Golf Resort in Sedona, Arizona

June 6th—11:00 am to 2:00pm—Grand Opening of new Carolyne's Crafts & Gifts Shop in Fancy Gap at 52 & the Blue Ridge Parkway.
June 12/13th—Galax Leaf & String Festival---downtown Galax, Virginia at Chapters Bookstore
July 11th---Chateau Morrisette---Black Dog Arts Festival.

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Friday, October 3, 2014

Orchard Gap-The Novel

“A rogue biotech scientist secretly nurtures her deadly GMO corn seed while America sleeps…”


Sally Barber is a young Ph.D. working for a global biotech firm in Research Triangle Park North Carolina who is about to be honored as the youngest recipient of the World Food Prize.  Her new GMO corn seed will revolutionize milk production. 

What the world doesn’t know is of her sinister plot to use her “secret” GMO corn seed to kill and destabilize the United States.

An adrenaline producing thriller to capture this mysterious scientist before it is too late takes the reader through the slums of Karachi to the GMO Research fields of Kauai and finds it’s ending in tiny Orchard Gap.

Quinn McSpain and Louisa Hawke are called upon again to capture this rogue geneticist who holds the deadliest of secrets and must be stopped before she brings America to…its knees!
Chapter 1
The traffic on Interstate-40 West out of Research Triangle Park was lighter than usual and she was thankful for that.
She still had second thoughts about whether she should even be taking a few days off from her projects in her laboratory in the biotech complex.  Yet she was frustrated that certain parts of her latest project were not working out as she had planned.
She was not at all pleased. Sally Barber was accustomed to have her projects work as planned.
Yet she decided that a change of scenery would probably give her a new prospective. One of her laboratory technicians had suggested that she should drive north through Winston-Salem and explore the Blue Ridge Parkway.
The late summer sun felt good as she drove with her windows open. She didn’t have any particular destination in mind and liked the notion that she could do as she pleased—at least for a day or two.
Her extremely structured life left little time for any frivolous activities. Her work was her life…her mission…her only reason to exist.
She soon saw the exit sign on Highway 52 to Mt. Airy. She was told that this place was the model for the favorite American television series the Andy Griffith show. She knew that this show depicted an idyllic American life for all to emulate.
She cringed as she drove past the exit. Fuck the American dream, she thought.
As she drove past the state line in Virginia the road began to curve left and right through the switchbacks up the mountain. She accelerated as she liked to challenge herself on dangerous roads.
The traffic up the mountain was light and didn’t pose any problems.
What soon did present a problem was the fine mist she soon found herself driving in. She slowed as the mist quickly got thicker and thicker to the point where she turned the fog lights on.
She didn’t notice that her grip on the steering wheel tightened.
Soon she found herself completely focused on the solid white line on the road going left to right. The twilight turned to darkness as the cloud deck settled in at twenty six hundred feet and was as thick as pea soup.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight on the Blue Ridge Parkway entrance sign in Fancy Gap. She pulled the steering wheel hard to the right and barely made it to the Stop sign at the Parkway entrance.
Her choices were limited to two…left or right.
She chose to go right and proceeded to creep along this new road. Her Google search had enlightened her on the history and facts surrounding this highway that was a national park for all of four hundred and sixty-nine miles.
She continued to drive cautiously as she strained to see though the thick blanket of white she was in.
Suddenly and without warning the cloud deck lifted and the road opened up into fields of farmland and small homesteads that dotted the rolling landscape. She accelerated to the posted speed of forty-five miles–per-hour.
A large sign on the right hand side of road the indicated that she was now in Orchard Gap.
A small paved road intersected with the Parkway that caught her attention. Off in the distance she saw a For Sale sign. She stopped and quickly backed up enough to take a left on this new road.
The sign got closer and closer until she realized that an arrow was pointing further down the road.
She drove for another five miles before another arrow pointed right to a dirt road. She turned on the dirt road and drove for another mile until she came upon the property. What she saw not at all pretty but still brought a smile to her face. The dilapidated farm house appeared to be coming apart at the seams. 
The sun was slowly setting as she parked in the driveway and got out of her car. She walked to the side of the house and noticed a small pasture. The other side of the house was reserved for what was, at one time, a garden. 
Perfect she thought.
The sounds of children at play soon crested over the small earthen berm to the rear of the property. Two young girls soon bounded over the berm and ran in her direction. They stopped just short of her car and smiled.
“Are you going to buy the Isenhour homestead,” the taller of the two girls asked? She smiled before she answered, “Well I don’t know I just got here and I need to find out more about this place.” 
The smaller of the two replied, “well we sure hope you do cause no one has lived here for at least five years.”  The taller took a few steps closer and held out her hand, my name is Sandra and this is my sister Jane. What is your name?” 
She took Sandra’s hand, “good to meet the two of you my name is Sally. Do you live nearby?”
“We do”, Jane replied, “we live on a little farm on the other side of the bump. We have three milk cows and chickens on our farm. Our Mommy and Daddy are not working right now but we sure hope that they do soon.”
She was taken back with the little girl’s forthright fullness. Sandra took Jane’s hand and turned as she spoke, “we have to go now cause it’s suppertime.” 
“Nice to meet you girls and I hope to see you again at some time.”
They disappeared over the berm as she turned to take a harder look at the property. She looked into the ground floor windows and saw broken cabinets in the kitchen as she suspected that the place had been vandalized in more than a few occasions.
The front door came open as she gave it a tug.
Her quick walkthrough only confirmed what she suspected.  The house was a dump. Perfect she thought. She left the house and turned to what was the garden area. She knew she didn’t need much space to plant what she would plant.
No indeed…her GMO seed of death needed very little space at all.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Untitled by makedustoreatdust at Garmin Connect - Details

Great 36 miler from Fancy gap to Meadows of Dan this morning on a picture perfect day on the Blue Ridge Parkway--great cadence & speed--awesome workout!!! Untitled by makedustoreatdust at Garmin Connect - Details