Welcome, step right in and visit for a moment or so, and I will tell you a few things about myself. I see you have reached this page and hopefully you liked what you saw about the cover of my book and are interested in what features it contains. First and foremost, I am a “Southern Belle”, and of course the only name they could come up with was Clara. My marriage has lasted for 42 years, (I don’t know how he has put up with me) to a very patient and loving man. We were blessed with 4 children who are scattered throughout the United States. Our first child is a beautiful daughter, who is the only one that lives in the same town with us. She blessed us with 3 grandchildren, and her children blessed us with three great-grandchildren. Then there came 3 sons and all of my sons has blessed us with a total of 9 grandchildren, some of them you will see in my photo gallery. Some of the things I enjoy doing, is of course the computer (they tell me I am addicted to it), next would be gardening (when I have the chance) and last but not least is traveling. Come back often as I will be making changes and will frequently post a “Thought To Live By”, which is shown on my first page, the cover to my book. Hope you will enjoy this site. "Those Elusive Golden Years" Some mention I've heard of the Golden Years, Those sunset phases of life That promise both peace and happiness Devoid of toil and strife But as I ventured into these years, I found they may be akin To the pot of gold that's awaiting you To be found at rainbow's end. I feel that earthbound Golden Years Are but an illusion of mind And those who seek this as an end Will Fools Gold only find. The image they have of the golden years Would in essence Utopia be, A heaven-like presence that while on earth We mortals will never see Life is a scene of vicissitudes, A mixture of evil and good, Of happiness and sadness, which Never fully will be understood. From birth until we're grave enclosed, And our souls are free to roam, Can we seek those elusive golden years Beyond our earthly home. Poem by Shelby Forrest