There Is Magic All Around Us!

Thanks so much to Bradley Sides and Alabama Writers' Cooperative for this interview on the AWC Blog!

https://alabamawriterscooperative.org/news/2022/4/25/there-is-magic-all-around-us-a-conversation-with-ramey-channell

Fun Times on Moonlight Ridge!

I once lived on a mountain called Moonlight Ridge, and it seemed like a mystical place then. Looking back, I still think there was more than a little bit of enchantment there. We lived and played like wild children of the woods, and we never imagined that there was any life or any home more desirable than our own.

Share the fun, surprises, and magic on Moonlight Ridge, just east of Eden!

Book Launch * The Treasure of Moonlight Ridge *

I'm so excited to announce the long-awaited arrival of book three of The Moonlight Ridge series, The Treasure of Moonlight Ridge, a surprising, almost true story, just in time for the holiday season! After rescuing a lost infant in book one, Sweet Music on Moonlight Ridge, and meeting witches on the mountain in book two, The Witches of Moonlight Ridge, in The Treasure of Moonlight Ridge the two protagonists meet a mysterious visitor in the middle of a snow storm, discover a secret code message that leads to a treasure map, and evade kidnappers as they search for hidden treasure at Christmastime on the mountain. And their intrepid fourth grade teacher, Erskine Batson, is right there with Lily Claire and Willie T. on this 'Christmas on the Mountain' adventure, along with beloved brown dog, Witch Boy, and a surprise larger-than-life visitor! Join the fun and adventure in the search for The Treasure of Moonlight Ridge. Paperback available from Amazon, or request it from your favorite local bookstore.

New Sweet Music on Moonlight Ridge book trailer!

I'm so happy to share my new Sweet Music on Moonlight Ridge book trailer! Many thanks to Barrel Rider Productions for this awesome video. Thanks to Roy Burkett and Nancy Veldman for the Sweet Music!

Sweet Music on Moonlight Ridge

Great-granddaddy W.T. Greenberry purely doted on possums. My great-grandmother, however, hated, abhorred, and despised possums, with their little beady eyes and their long old tails scraping around through the house. W.T. brought so many possums into the house that great-grandmother would open the back door and call Rich Man and Poor Man, the hunting dogs, into the house to chase the possums out, and they’d raise a ruckus all through the house, chasing possums up the draperies and under tables and up the bed posts. And Great-granddaddy W.T.? He’d grab anything he could find, a broom or a rifle or an umbrella, and go chasing the dogs and leaping over chairs and devonettes and yelling. “Run, possums, run! Run, little possums!” W.T. implored the scattering possums as he tore through the house in a state of mad panic. “Ye bastards! Ye cursed bastards! Great sons of bitches!” he bawled at the hounds, warping at the big old clumsy dogs, whacking them across their heads until they ran back out the door, whining and yelping. Then W.T. would yell out the back door, “Hounds from Hell! Murderous mongrels! Keep away from my marsupials!”

Happy 4th of July Birthday to My Dad

July 4, 1911

The Cornerstone: Gordy’s Poem

Written for My Father after His Death

"Then what is the meaning of that which is written:

The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone?”

Beneath the birding sky, cold-blue and safe,

bricks laid one to another, timeless bond and true,

by hands long learned and destined to this trade:

a world of walls and beauty, shelters made.

Unlost, unvanished, close beneath blue skies,

and yet somewhere a’wandered, biding still,

he built a hearth within our hearts held strong

in patterns made of mortar, brick, and song.

© Ramey Channell  

Childhood Is The One Story That Stands By Itself In Every Soul