Friday, May 18, 2018


Local Author Fair Saturday, May 19, 1-3pm Library's Feather Hill site (formerly Elmer's Amish Furniture) We hope to see you at our Local Author Fair! Authors will introduce themselves and their work. Get your favorite books signed by the author. Books will be available for purchase.

LI Author Rosemary McKinley will talk about her latest novel, Captain Henry Green, a whaler @ Cutchogue Library today @ 3:00. Henry was an ordinary man who led an extraordinary life in the 1800's as a whaler from Sag Harbor.    wwwrosemarymckinley.com

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

The Emerald Isle

Just returned from a trip to Ireland, a hauntingly beautiful, natural wonder. I saw the Cliffs of Moher in the pouring, cold, pelting rain. It was well worth it but I was soaked through and through because of the time it took to walk up the many steps to the top.
The Ring of Kerry was worth seeing from the tour bus as it runs round a large area. Every part of the land was very green, as I expected. What I didn't expect were the many hues of verdant fields. A sight to behold.
Best of all were the sights of Blarney Castle on a sunny, fairly warm day. Hiking up the seventy-eight circular, stone steps was well worth the effort to be at the Blarney stone. The view of the grounds and garden brought me back to what the lord of the manor would have seen. Spectacular.
I didn't kiss the famous stone but I did touch it. All part of the experience.
The Irish people were very friendly and proud of their nation. All in all an upbeat feeling, even though the tour guide was telling us many sad stories of the Irish past.

Thursday, March 22, 2018

The Wampum Exchange

Great news----The Wampum Exchange is now an audio book and available on audible.com.

https://dreamlady-rosemarymckinley.blogspot.com/2018/03/great-news-wampum-exchange-is-now-audio.html

The narrator has a very pleasing voice and the story comes alive listening to it. I have promo codes for people interested----just go to my website: www.rosemarymckinley.com and find my email. Contact me for the free book.

Daniel is a twelve-year-old settler's son who accidentally meets up with a Corchaug boy of the same age. Daniel finds a wampum necklace and is not sure what it is. He spends much of the story trying to find out how to return it to Ambusco. Along the way, he spies on the settlement and sees how the Corchaugs live. The reader learns how both the English settlers and Native peoples lived back in 1650 Colonial America.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Family Nostalgia

Maybe it's the time of year or maybe I have been looking at too many old photo albums lately but I sometimes smile and other times feel sad when I look at my family's lives from the 1950's and 60's. Yes, it was a simpler time and yes, we spent a lot of time with family. We always felt loved even when we were disciplined.
The holidays brought so much cooking activity to the kitchen with plans for what had to be done each day in preparation. My grandmother did much of the Italian cooking at home. She would bring these huge pots on Sunday with the gravy and meat. We children were expected to help out with cleaning chores beforehand and then setting the table for the big day, serving our aunts and uncles and then washing all the dishes and pots. Our house was the center of most of the activity, since my parents had the most children, five to be exact. I always marvel that our home wasn't the largest, nor the most beautiful but it was the gathering place.
I have to say I did not like all the work but I enjoyed the fact that we would all be together.
My mother, who was ahead of her time, bought a dishwasher in the 60's , when no one had one. Her motive was to lessen the load for my sister and me as we were the dishwashers on holidays and every Sunday. It was a big help to us.
Those get-togethers were full of laughter and family talk. We children were expected to keep silent about what the adults spoke about. Always the eavesdropper, I listened intently and did keep it to myself. We were too busy anyway to say too much as we were the oldest of all the cousins and working in the kitchen serving and cleaning up.
Still, I have fond memories of these meals. Some sort of pasta was the first course along with meat balls and bracciole. Then a roast and potatoes was served with a large salad. Mom always made her own dressing of a mixture of olive oil and wine vinegar, sometimes too strong. Then the desserts and coffee were laid on the table, usually from a bakery that one of my aunts and uncles brought. Espresso was brewed on holidays in those tiny cups and served with zambucca.
The other interesting picture in the albums were of birthday sheet cake. It seems that in a big family there were almost always a birthday to be celebrated. No one was ever forgotten.
When I was in the later years of high school, I kept asking my mother if we could change the time of these dinners so I could go to the beach with my friends. My grandfather had a strict rule that dinner was always @ 1:00 PM on Sunday after Mass. He did not want to budge but my mother prevailed and it was changed during the summer. I felt blessed because my grandfather set certain rules so this was a small victory and I don't know how my mother was able to persuade him! But it worked.

Friday, October 6, 2017

Captain Henry Green, a Whaler

Happy to announce a book signing at the Dolphin Book Store in Port Washington soon. Captain Henry Green was an ordinary man who let an extraordinary life. He grew up in Sag Harbor, a very active whaling town in the 1800's. He worked his way up from a lowly "green" hand to a sea captain. Later, he became a dairy farmer in Peconic. What happened along the way is amazing.
www.rosemarymckinley.com    books available on amazon and b&n.com

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Inline image 1Southold Town has a 4th of July parade every year for the past 22 years. It is a lovely tradition and two different years, we have      had one of our granddaughters pose as Lady Liberty. The girls were thrilled to be that character. It is wonderful to see so many people line the streets of the town and wave flags and smile. This is small town America and one I am truly proud of.