Saturday, October 07, 2006

Excerpt from A Gathering of Diamonds

After washing away trail grim from our garments, we spread them to dry on the bank and eased up to our necks in the hot water.  When Amber switched off the lamp to save batteries, we got another surprise in a day already abundant with surprises.  Lichen, growing everywhere on surrounding limestone, lighted the area around us with multi-colored phosphorescence.

 

       "Magnificent," Amber said.

 

       "It's like a fairy land," Mary Ann said.

 

       Their words understated how I felt.  Languishing in the luxury of the moment I reclined until only my eyes and tip of my nose protruded from hot water.  My muscles relaxed as I breathed the lusty mixture of sulfur and orchids.  Sometime later, Amber aroused me from the lethargy of my relaxation.

 

            "I just had a bad thought.  What if the whole valley is foggy like this?  What happens if we can't find the trail and our way back up the mountain?  It could happen, even if we go no further than we are right now."

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Saturday, September 09, 2006

Newest Eric Wilder Novel



When Tom Logan receives a package from his missing brother, he drags himself out of his malaise and travels north to Arkansas to search for him. The package contains a large, uncut diamond – a cryptic message that quickly involves Logan in suspense, romance, and adventure. The novel is presently available only at http://www.lulu.com/content/418025 but will soon be available worldwide. Please give it a look on the Lulu website. http://www.ericwilder.com

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Muscadines

Growing up in northwest Louisiana, I have memories of the vacant lot next to my family’s house.  The remains of an old fence bordered our yard and the adjacent lot, and a thick muscadine vine, covered much of the fence.  I don’t recall the time of year the vine bore fruit, but I remember vividly my brother and I picking the thick-skinned berries for my mother, eating one for every five that we collected.

 

We didn’t worry about washing pesticides off the muscadines before we ate them because there were no pesticides at the time – at least none that we knew of.  As I recall, the purple skin was too sour to eat so you simply popped it open and ate the pulp inside, less the seeds of course.

 

A blackberry bush grew adjacent to the muscadine vine and we collected and sampled them when they were ripe.  My mother made jam and jelly with all the various berries my brother and I gathered - jam and jelly devoid of preservatives.  The vines and bushes provided a bit of shelter from hot Louisiana sun – shelter for critters such as grass snakes, stink bugs and stinging scorpions.  My brother and I collected them as well.

 

Today, there is a new fence between my parent’s house, and the newer house that occupies the once-vacant lot next door.  Gone are the muscadines and blackberries, replaced now by mown grass, brick and concrete - at least for the outward world to see.  The muscadines still grow on that vine, their thick purple skin still as sour as their insides sweet.  There they will remain till the last remnant of my vivid childhood memories waft away like wispy Louisiana clouds racing from the sun.

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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Eric's Mayhaw Jelly

If you are lucky enough to find a mayhaw bush loaded with luscious red berries, pick a batch of the very nicest ones.  Take them home and wash them up.  About six cups of water are needed to cover two quarts of mayhaws.  Put them in a large pot, add the water, bring to a boil and cook for thirty minutes, or so.  Press the berries in a colander using a big wooden spoon, and then strain the juice through damp cheesecloth.  Now you are ready to make the jelly.

 

5 cups of the mayhaw juice you just extracted

7 cups sugar, preferably cane

1 box of pectin, powered

 

Mix the juice in a large saucepan with the pectin until it is completely dissolved then place on the fire.  When the juice reaches a rolling boil, add the sugar, return to a boil and continue boiling for five minutes.  Remove from heat and skim the foam with a metal spoon.  Skim again after placing juice in clean, sterilized jars.  Seal jars and place in boiling water for fifteen minutes.  When you finish, you will have eight or so jars of the best jelly you ever tasted.

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Wild Louisiana Mayhaws


Growing up in northwest Louisiana, I recall trekking to Jeems Bayou in search of wild mayhaws so my mother could make mayhaw jelly. Although I didn’t know it at the time, this is the fruit of a variety of Hawthorne bush that grows profusely throughout the south, especially in swampy environments. Jeems Bayou, near Caddo Lake is a perfect spot for the elusive mayhaw.

Mayhaw jelly is thought by many to be the finest jelly in the world. I can’t argue with that sentiment. If you can find a jar, buy it and try it. You won’t be disappointed.

Mayhaws grow ripe in May and June, a time of abundant vegetation and wildlife, including snakes, in the area around Jeems Bayou. Once, far from the car and deep in the heavily vegetated area where mayhaws abound, my mother crossed paths with a snake – probably a harmless grass snake. It didn’t matter. It may as well have been a boa constrictor. My mother screamed bloody murder and didn’t stop running until she reached our brown and tan 1950 Ford.

My brother and I found the scene pretty funny but we didn’t laugh when we learned that we had also missed out on mayhaw jelly for the rest of the summer.
Tomorrow – a recipe for mayhaw jelly
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Saturday, June 24, 2006

Book Signing Murder Etouffee


Here is the ad about my book signing:

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Sunday, June 18, 2006

Murder Etouffee Book Signing

Eric Wilder will host a book signing at Emerson Biggin’s in Oklahoma City on June 26 at 6:30 pm.  The public, and all of Eric’s friends are invited.  Emerson Biggin’s is located on Memorial Road just east of Western Avenue.  http://www.ericwilder.com  http://www.justeastofeden.blogharbor.com  http://energyissues.blogharbor.com

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Tulsa, Oklahoma

When I was a student at the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville, my former wife and I would often drive to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Tulsa is the nearest City to Fayetteville and we would go there to sample their shopping and many Mexican, Chinese and other great ethnic restaurants.Tulsa is located in the rolling foothills of the Ozarks. Unlike much of Oklahoma, the area around Tulsa is green and lush. The Arkansas River abuts the City, and Tulsa was one of the first municipalities in the United States to offer jogging and cycling paths along this scenic attraction.

Tulsa was a cow town in Indian Territory when oil was discovered in 1901. It quickly grew into a boomtown, complete with grand hotels, restaurants and more than its fair share of millionaires. Conoco, Phillips and Cities Service Oil, among others, all maintained headquarters in Tulsa until the oil bust of the 80s. Because of the commerce drawn to the city, Tulsa, to this day, boasts many fine hospitals and nationally recognized museums.

Not all of Tulsa’s history is exemplary. It is the site of the Tulsa Race Riot of 1921 which is still described as one of the most heinous acts of racial hatred in U.S. history. Like most of the country, Tulsa has changed with the times and it is now home of Oral Roberts University that preaches universal peace. http://www.ericwilder.com http://www.lulu.com/pangaeaex

Monday, May 15, 2006

Lake Stratford Ghost Dog


Growing up in north Louisiana, there were times with little else to do except scare each other with ghost stories. Here is one that may have some basis in fact. This happened many years ago, so forgive me if my facts – as I remember them - aren’t 100 % correct.

Cass County, Texas and Caddo Parish, Louisiana are adjacent to each other. The Cass County line is about four miles from the town of Vivian, Louisiana. Not far west of Vivian there is a small lake – Stratford Lake. Years ago, there were trailers and fishing camps around the lake. The area has since been developed and now there are many expensive homes near there.

I suspect there was a community in the vicinity, perhaps called Stratford, prior to the Civil War. I don’t know this, but a grave there suggests the connection. As I remember the inscription, it said:

Benjamin Franklin Brown (I don’t remember the actual last name)
Hanged as an abolitionist
18?? – 18??

The story goes that BFB had a large wolf-like dog. Supposedly, the dog continues to guard his master’s grave and is often spotted on moonlit nights roaming the area. I never saw the dog myself, although others have, but I did see the grave and yes, I did read the inscription. I have searched the Web for info about the Lake Stratford Ghost Dog but have found nothing. If you have any information, please let me know and I will update this story for those as curious as I. http://www.ericwilder.com http://justeastofeden.blogharbor.com

Sunday, May 14, 2006


Prairie Sunset is a novel I wrote ten years ago. After recently reading it again, I decided to self-publish it at Lulu Publishing. The book is presently available on the Lulu website in both soft and hardback editions, and e-book, but will soon be listed at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, etc. I had thought that Murder Etouffee would be my next book in print but it is still two weeks away from publication.

I hope that you will visit the Lulu website - they are a quality publisher of all types of print media - and give Prairie Sunset a look. I think you will like it. Thanks, Eric Wilder. http://www.lulu.com

Friday, May 12, 2006

Prairie Sunset

Eric Wilder's new book, Prairie Sunset, is published and available for purchase, but presently only at http://www.lulu.com. Please check it out as I think you will like it.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

New Madrid Earthquake



Yesterday was the 100th anniversary of the San Francisco earthquake that destroyed the City. While that particular earthquake may have been the most devastating, it was far from the most intense quake felt in recent times in the United States. The three largest earthquakes ever to occur in the U.S. happened in the Winter of 1811–1812, near the small town of New Madrid, Missouri. Based on damage reports and eye-witness accounts, the earthquakes were of a magnitude of 8.0 on the Richter Scale. The earthquakes caused a great buckling of the earth, and the Mississippi River to flow backwards.
The New Orleans, the first riverboat to ply the Mississippi River, was on its maiden voyage. Having moored at an island overnight, the crew awoke to find the island had disappeared.
Legend has it that Caddo Lake in East Texas and Northwest Louisiana was formed by the New Madrid Earthquake. A Caddo Indian village supposedly sat near what is now the center of the Lake. The Chief of the village had a premonition. He alerted everyone in the middle of the night and had them move, at once, to higher ground, his premonition saving the village from destruction.
The New Madrid Earthquake formed what is now known as the New Madrid Fault Zone. Many small earthquakes occur along this fault zone every year, but nothing in comparison to the Winter of 1811–1812. http://www.ericwilder.com/ http://justeastofeden.blogharbor.com/ http://energyissues.blogharbor.com/

Monday, April 17, 2006

Mysterious Monterrey Lake

I received this email from Jill today. Thanks, Jill. Everything we learn about Monterrey is like adding another piece to the jigsaw puzzle of east Texas and northwest Louisiana. Jill's email - "I have a friend that has a lake house on Monterrey Lake. Monterrey Lake is in Marion County, TX , The East side of the lake is only assessible from the Louisiana side but is still in Texas. The west side of Monterrey Lake is off State Line Rd and is only about 6 miles from the Louisiana state line. Thanks again Jill. I am still hungry for more information. Please, submit what you know about Monterrey. Eric

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Trip to North Lousiana



Here are a few pics I took today during a trip to north Louisiana. The redbuds and wisteria are wildly colorful, the wisteria climbing to the very tops of many trees. Also, a couple of Black Bayou pics.
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Friday, January 27, 2006

Old Boat Dock, Caddo Lake



Image of an old boat dock located in Caddo Lake. This picture was taken near Pelican Lodge in Louisiana.

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Saturday, January 21, 2006

Route 66

Growing up, my favorite television series was Route 66.  I never really knew where Route 66 went but I rarely missed an episode, and never on purpose.  All I had to do was listen to the Theme From Route 66 to get into the mood for adventure.  Todd Stiles and Buzz Murdoch were my heroes.  Buzz always got the girl and Todd always got a broken heart but whatever happened they faced it with a sense of adventure and elan.

Todd and Buzz were Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.  I’m not sure who was which (or maybe which was whom).  One thing I do know, that lusty red Corvette was their faithful steed that carried them into battle.

Tonight I was in a restaurant in Edmond, Oklahoma with Marilyn.  Two men came in and sat across from us at the oblong-shaped bar.  They asked the bartender about Route 66.  He pointed them to a wall in back where they had a few pictures but proclaimed to know little about the subject himself.  It dawned on me that neither did I.

Although I’m originally from Louisiana I’ve lived in Oklahoma for many years.  Route 66 goes directly through Edmond.  I wondered briefly if the two men were sons of Todd and Buzz.  I don’t know but when Marilyn and I left the restaurant we saw the back of a gorgeous 1960 Corvette disappear around a darkened corner.  Yes, it was fire engine red.

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Thursday, January 19, 2006

Rustic Tree House on Caddo Lake


Here is a picture of a tree house built over Caddo Lake between several cypress trees.
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Saturday, January 14, 2006

Ghost of a Chance Excerpt

"Here I am!"

The boat's approaching wail sounded vaguely familiar to Buck but it was too late to worry about it. As it streaked past, it's wake lifted his boat almost out of the water. The little craft remained afloat but rocked dangerously. Then he heard the other boat turning for another pass.

Buck held on, waiting for the swell to subside. The wake had swamped the motor, stalling it. When the boat stopped rocking he yanked the starter cord but the motor only sputtered and died with a sick sounding thump. He had little time to worry about the stalled engine.

The marauding boat's headlight blazed through the fog, powering directly toward him. With little time to react he abandoned ship, diving overboard before the speeding boat plowed into his own craft with a tremendous crash and an ensuing explosion of wood. The wake of the collision sucked him to the bottom of the shallow lake, pinioning him in the murky ooze for a long, terrifying moment. When the wake passed, releasing the suction, he tried to kick toward the surface, his arms flailing against swirling muck and slimy vegetation. But something had his foot in it's clammy grasp and refused to let go.

The crooked branch of a submerged tree, part of the rotting mass of vegetation at the bottom of the lake, had trapped Buck's foot. He struggled but his futile attempt served only to deplete what little oxygen was left in his lungs. Despite his efforts, he gained no leverage against the algae-covered stump.

Buck's eyes bulged, his head threatening to explode, his lungs desperate to gasp something, even blood-warm water, into them. Just before losing consciousness he felt icy fingers encircle his ankle. Ephemeral hands freed his ankle from the sunken tree and pushed him toward the lake’s surface. Stroking upward in near panic, he belched foul liquid from his lungs as he burst from the black water.

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Friday, January 13, 2006

Triskaidekaphobia

Triskaidekaphobia is defined as an abnormal fear of the number 13.  Hope no one has that fear today.  Happy Friday the 13th.

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New Orleans Whiskey Sauce

Here is a recipe for New Orleans whiskey sauce that goes great with bread pudding and many other desserts.

1 cup heavy cream

1/2 tbsp corn starch

3 tbsp sugar

1/4 cup bourbon

Bring cream to a boil in a small saucepan over medium heat.  Combine the corn starch, sugar and bourbon, then add heated cream while whisking.  Bring to a boil and be careful not to burn the mixture.  Whisk and let sit just a bit before removing from heat.

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Thursday, January 12, 2006

East Texas Mardi Gras

Jefferson, Texas is a sleepy East Texas town not far from Caddo Lake.  The town is historically significant because it was once the largest port in Texas, even larger at the time then Houston.  Michener devoted an interesting chapter to Jefferson in his book TEXAS.  During the 1800’s as many as 35 riverboats a day brought goods from New Orleans and returned with Texas cotton.  In addition, they brought along the celebration of Mardi Gras.

During a recent trip to Jefferson, I kept noticing Mardi Gras posters in many of the myriad curio, souvenir and antique shops (all dated, and collector’s items, I presume).  I soon learned the town celebrates Mardi Gras every year the weekend before Fat Tuesday.  It even has its own local krewe, the Krewe of Hebe. 

The water level along the route to Jefferson is no longer deep enough to support large boat travel, but more than 100 buildings are still recognized as historically significant.  Tourism is the main gig and the town reminds me of Branson, Missouri before it was converted by country music into a mega-tourist attraction.  The same could happen someday to Jefferson and I heartily recommend you check it out before then.  At least if you’re in the neighborhood.

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Sunday, January 08, 2006

How to Cook Perfect Louisiana Rice

Rice wasn’t introduced as a Louisiana staple until after the Civil War. Today it is an integral part of New Orleans cuisine. My Mother tells a story of a distant cousin that married a man from south Louisiana and was soon divorced because she couldn’t properly prepare a pan of rice. While I don’t know if the story is true, I do know that rice is an important addition to almost every south Louisiana dish.

Most rice grown in the United States is the long grain white variety. The kind used by many New Orleans cooks is long grain white rice that is regular milled. This means the milling process has removed hulls, germ and outer bran layer producing distinct and fluffy grains when properly cooked. For those of you contemplating marriage to someone from New Orleans, here are simple instructions for preparing perfect rice every time.

Do not wash the rice before cooking or rinse it after cooking. Doing so will only wash away nutrients on the grains. Many cooks in New Orleans always use the same brand of rice. This is because the most important step in cooking perfect rice is using the correct amount of water and this may vary slightly from miller to miller. Too much water makes the cooked rice soggy and too little water leaves it dry. As a rule of thumb, use 2 1/4 cups of water for every cup of long grain rice. One cup of rice serves about four people.

The volume of rice triples in size so it is important to use a pan that is large enough to accommodate the desired final amount. Bring water to a boil on the stove top then stir in the rice, salt (about ½ teaspoon per cup of rice) and butter (about 2 teaspoons per cup of rice). Cover tightly and simmer for twenty minutes. Finally, remove the pan from the heat and uncover until the rice soaks up the remaining water. This usually takes about five minutes.

Once you cover the rice, don’t open the lid until you are ready to take it off the heat. Peeking is a definite no no. Doing so lets the steam escape and lowers the temperature. Don’t stir the rice after it comes to a boil. If you stir it, you’re going to have gummy rice - also a no no. Finally, don’t let the rice stay in the pan that you cooked it in for more than five to ten minutes. Doing so will cause the grains to pack. Got all that? If you do, your marriage is safe. Well, at least from the rice cooking aspect.

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Friday, January 06, 2006

Disco Days

In 1977, I was freshly divorced and working in a high-stress job as a geologist - "A new drilling prospect every week or you’re fired!" Nights would find me in a disco called Clementine’s located in the basement of Oklahoma City’s Penn Square Mall. The place was dark, the music loud, the drinks and women loose. I was usually inebriated, or well on way to getting there.
Yes, it was in the post-Vietnam, pre-AIDS era. Practically every night I would spend hours line dancing to the anthems of Gloria Gaynor, Donna Summer and KC and the Sunshine Band. 1977 was the year I first saw the movie Saturday Night Fever and fell in love with the music of the BeeGees.

There were two ways to enter Clementine’s. You could walk down a narrow flight of stairs or slide down a chute. Either way you’d wind up in a huge open room that was illuminated only by a rotating disco ball, colored strobe lights that warped your reality even if you weren’t drunk or stoned, and a few discreetly placed floor lamps that provided little more than a dim haze. Most of all there was a pressing multitude of warm bodies and the sounds of disco, belting out the message of freedom, expression and free love.

A huge bar extended across the front of the room where three bartenders served drinks as fast as they could pour them. The dance floor of diamond-shaped black and white tiles was rarely empty, the occasional cooling fingers of vapor rising from grids in the floor making the swaying dancers feel like uninhibited creatures from Hell’s nether regions.

The dance floor was like hypnosis, insanity and blasting sound. Bodies crushed together amid the beat of drums as ancient as Africa. Once, across the crowded dance floor, I saw a beautiful young woman staring at me. Our eyes locked. We danced toward each other. She passed me a note with her phone number and when I called her the next day she invited me for spaghetti that night at her apartment. I showed up with flowers and a bottle of wine.

Marti was her name. A single mother, she had a five year old son named Chris. We ate our spaghetti and drank wine by candlelight. When we finished, I helped her with the dishes and then she put Chris to bed. Afterward, we made love in her bedroom.

"I want to thank you so much," was her unexpected reply as we lay beside each other in her little bed..

"My pleasure," I said.

"You don’t understand," she explained, sensing the flippant tone of my voice. "I’m in remission from cervical cancer. You are the first man I’ve slept with. I’ve been so worried that I would never have the feelings of a woman ever again. You proved to me tonight that I’m okay and I thank you."

Confused and too young or too stupid to understand the depths of Marti’s feelings, I contributed little more than small talk before saying good bye and disappearing into the night. I never saw her again and I don’t think she needed me to.

Those were the days of disco. My days of disco, for whatever that means. Some people have even suggested that disco isn’t cool and people that liked it were somehow less than intelligent. I don’t think so. I think we were all just as young, human and vulnerable as any youth today.

And I do know this. Whenever I hear Gloria Gaynor, Donna Summer or the BeeGees, I find myself back on that same dark dance floor with wisps of vapor cooling the sweat dripping from my neck and forehead as I pulsate to a hypnotic beat and message of love and coming together. It makes me feel young again.

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Sunday, January 01, 2006

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Happy New Year from Ghost of a Chance and Eric Wilder. http://www.ericwilder.com