Please help me welcome Mags as today's Wednesday's Guest. She is the central character in Nancy Lynn Jarvis's novel, Mags & The AARP Gang. I reviewed the book on Sunday, so you can check that out if you want to. While Mags is entertaining us here, I am over at The Blood Red Pencil with a post about working as a script doctor. So hop on over if you have a moment and see the trailer for one of the films I worked on with director, Stephen Marro. But do visit with Mags first.
Mags does love her coffee, so let's grab a cup and see what she has to say...
My name is Margaret Sybil Broadly Benson, née Spencer, but
you can call me Mags. I told my biographer, Nancy Lynn Jarvis, that I was going
to be on Maryann’s blog today and asked if she would write something for me to
say, but did she? No, she did not. I’d like to think it’s because she’s
involved getting publicity for the cozy mystery writers’ cookbook she edited
recently, but the truth is, I think she’s forgotten about me. I’m not
complaining, though. In my eighty-three years I’ve learned there are advantages
to being overlooked.
Sometimes people make assumptions about the elderly; imagine
they know how we think, what we’re capable of, and more importantly what we
aren’t capable of. Take me and the AARP Gang, for example. Our mobile home park
was about to be foreclosed and we were about to be kicked out of our homes, all
political and underhanded what was going on…oh, don’t get me started. Bottom
line is it was assumed that at our ages we wouldn’t have any fight left; that
we’d just be nice little old ladies and gents and go off quietly to live with
family.
What people didn’t realize is we were already a family, and that
after a lifetime of living and reaching our eighties, none of us were quitters.
No wonder we decided to rob the bank that held our note and pay off our
mortgage with the proceeds. We liked the irony of that, besides, the bank was
within walking distance, which was handy because most of us no longer drive.
We devised a masterful plan that made the most of our
assets. My cohorts disguised themselves as old people (yes, I know we are all
already old people, but they still needed disguises) making the most of the
unobtrusiveness of age, while I used my rather
formidable-if-never-used-on-stage acting talents to become our distraction,
keeping people’s eyes busy so they wouldn’t see what was going on behind their
backs.
I was doing my award-worthy impression of a dear old lady
who had lost her wallet and pleading with the people in the bank to help me
find it when Melvin, who managed to bring along a rifle that none of us knew he
had, got upset with a teller, brandished it, lost his balance, and fired the
weapon, accidentally shooting one of the overhead fire sprinklers. That
happenstance caused all the other sprinklers to spurt in sympathy and
automatically call the fire department. Oh my! So much for our carefully
rehearsed plan.
Did we get away with it, you ask? Well, I am writing from
home instead of from a jail cell, but it took quite a bit of complicated
maneuvering, a whole novel’s worth in fact, to get from being soggy in the bank
to where I am today. Melvin—oh, he’s a hard man to control—in drag didn’t help
my case much, not to mention all the trouble Batty Betty with her early onset
Alzheimer’s caused what with remembering exactly what she should have
forgotten. You can read all about what happened in Mags and the AARP Gang.
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Nancy Lynn Jarvis was a Santa Cruz, California, Realtor® for more than twenty years and is still licensed but she’s enjoying writing so much, she may never sell another house.
After earning a BA in behavioral science from San Jose State
University, she worked in the advertising department of the San Jose
Mercury News. A move to Santa Cruz meant a new job as a librarian and
later a stint as the business manager for Shakespeare Santa Cruz at
UCSC. Nancy’s work history reflects her philosophy: people should try
something radically different every few years. Mags and the AARP Gang represents a new direction in her writing adventure. After four Regan McHenry Real Estate Mysteries, Nancy put her characters, Regan, Tom, and Dave, on hiatus so she could let Mags and her gang, characters who had been forming in her mind for the past year, tell you their story.
