I was blown away by the creativity and energy put into my latest book signing by friends Diane and Vicki. They took their theme from the Black Pole Tavern in Wixumlee Is My Salvation and ran with it.
When I walked into Diane’s home it smelled like my grandma’s house–and that’s a good thing! Vicki, who I discovered several months ago hails from the same southeast side of Cleveland I do, prepared an ethnic banquet of cabbage rolls, pierogis, Polish sausage, pickled eggs, potato pancakes, butterfly cookies (I can’t spell the Polish name) and kolachki (sp?). Of course, Diane whipped up some “wadki”–vodka drinks she called I Dream of Beany and August Moon after two of my characters.
And the displays! Diane hunted for pictures of canal boats, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Harriet Tubman, Frederick Douglass and also found Underground Railroad prints. She made a poster announcing “Tuesday–Polish Night at the Black Pole Tavern” and another poster promoting my book review in the Wilmington Star News.
Thank you, Diane and Vicki. Your generosity astounds me!
These friends went way beyond the standard book signing fare, both in promotion and refreshments. The book signing was my most successful to date. Our guests were beyond receptive–they were eager! I explained the two books and read two short excerpts. Each guest sat to chat a bit while I signed and all went home smiling.
I went home with a container of sauerkraut pierogis, which I swallowed before midnight, topping off a most pleasurable evening.