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Robansuefarm Fanfic Update May 2018

May 23, 2018

I finally had time to go back and update my links to my fanfic. I wanted to make sure everyone had a chance to see it so I’m publishing it as a post too.

I started writing Manny fanfic about the time I started this website. I’ve added this page as an added benefit to myself for doing all the work on the index, I decided to add an easy way to just find mine if you’re interested. My philosophy of fanfic is to make the characters as true to what we found on screen as possible.

  • I had a big gap in publishing fanfic last year. I haven’t given up, but I was just too busy. My main Manny New Year’s Resolution is to return to posting fanfic.
  • I know I need Story Index update.  The good news is I’m still finding some stories and chapters I didn’t have located before,  but I’m about out of places to look. I also need to add most of my republished fanfic chapters. I hope to work on this over the winter, but republishing is going to continue to take precedence over it.
  • More good news is that there is still interest in Manny fanfic. WordPress lets you see what search terms people are using to find your blog and I’m getting a hit based on a Manny fanfic search at least every other day and usually more often as new people find the story index and start to follow the links to Manny fanfic. So if there are any writers reading this, there is still a group of people who want to read your stuff even if it isn’t as large or vocal a group as it once was. If anybody is wavering please publish it or republish it, if it isn’t on my Story Index.
  • I’m still working on my original set of Manny New Year’s Resolutions, to write one for each of my categories. If you anybody out there wants to take it as a challenge and try to do a story for each category or even some of the categories, consider the challenge issued. I’d love some company posting fanfic.

Manny in California

My first series were the all stories about Manny’s life in California between when they left the show and when they came back. These are not supposed to be AU in anyway, but to show what we would have seen on screen, if they’d let us.

A Typical House – My very first fanfic offers a peek inside their lives in California.
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Just Another Fundraiser – Manny attends a fundraiser for Ed’s clinic during their time in California.

Springfield Bound – A series of lost scenes in and around the Guiding Light Finale

Happiest Place on Earth – The final Manny in California story.
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Manny in Springfield….and Others

Stories that take place in timeline past the show’s finale.

Springfield Thanksgiving 2009 – As the show came to an end the storyline was clearing progressing to a climax around Thanksgiving 2009. They dropped mentions of it all summer and then…they skipped over it entirely? It inspired me to a fanfic, but sadly I must admit I only got a couple of bit done and unless a miracle happens so I can watch that year this will probably be it. (Background Info) (Chapter 1)

Bauer BBQ 2014 – Although this story is set at the BBQ, it’s primarily a Manny focused story. (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4)

Bauer BBQ 2017 – My most ambitious attempt at a Bauer BBQ to date, the whole town gathers for a lot of crossing storylines. This is the year that they had an art auction….


Here is as far as I’ve gotten in my attempt to write a Manny fanfic for each one of my categories.

A Season of New Beginnings: A Continuation


Continued Storyline


Dietz – pass

The Lighthouse Princess – A fairytale based on the marvelous story The Light Princess by George MacDonald.

General A.U. -When I got hung up on Have Manny, Will Travel, I started another continuation for this category, The Journal: A Continuation (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8)

High School

Historicals – (Posted on GLManny – Change Links)
A version of Have Gun, Will Travel – Have Manny, Will Travel now being published a chapter on the Mannyac board. (Background) (Theme Song) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10) (Chapter 11)

Lost Scenes
Legend of the Water Glass: A Manny Prequel

Having a Ball: A Manny Prequel

Making Love
French Kiss – It seems to open in a French manor house with Lord Daniel and upstairs maid Michelle, but there is a twist.

Solemn Vows – A variation on the set up from Sacred Vows where Danny pretends to be a priest in training, staying at the rectory with novice Michelle Bauer.

Poems and Song Lyrics
She Kissed Me Back: A Poem in Free Verse

Song Fic
In a Different Light – Taken from the words of a song made popular by Doug Stone, it provided a unique opportunity to have Danny and Michelle in a business setting and the song really set up the story by itself with just a little bit of background.

Fourth Wall Breaking
This one really doesn’t fit in any category. It breaks the 4th Wall in a funny Halloween Horror Story.

Last updated: May 22, 2018

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Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.


Michelle Plays Princess Bride

May 19, 2018

And to finish up our posts on princess style weddings this week in honor of the royal wedding, we of course have to do Manny’s. Although Manny married quite a few times, the most elaborate was the first on-screen which is known to Mannyacs as the Church wedding — even though technically it was held in the Santos Casa rather than in a church – because it was the Catholic ceremony where a priest blessed the marriage. As there was no further action with the church, according to them Manny never divorced at all and this is the one and only Manny wedding with a bunch of vow renewals — so let’s go with that. 🙂

Revisiting the Manny Church Wedding

Tues., Feb. 16, 1999 – Michelle and Drew are talking, when Michelle tells her that she doubts that she will be able to go through with the wedding, much less the wedding night. Drew pushes her to re-marry Danny as planned for all of their sakes. Danny is busy greeting his guests, as his cousin Ray arrives. Ray is Danny’s best man and the two catch up a little. Ray tells his Aunt Carmen “My cousin is a man in love.” Danny asks his mother about Abuela who has been ill since Mick’s death. Carmen and Danny talk and she tells him that she will not stand in his way if Michelle is what he really wants. Meta, Rick and Abby show up looking upset and out of place. They are totally unable to understand Michelle’s recent behavior. Meta reflects on a conversation she once had with Michelle about what kind of wedding Michelle wanted, it was nothing like this. As Rick prepares to walk Michelle down the aisle, he tells her he would do anything for her and that he loves her, and hints if she wants to leave Danny he’ll help her. She tells him it’s time to give her away. He gives her away to Danny and the priest begins. Just then Jesse walks in and stays at the back of the room, hidden. Drew (Michelle’s maid of honor) spots him, but doesn’t say anything. At the moment, when the priest asks, “speak now or forever hold your peace”, Jesse daydreams about saying something and Michelle running to him and out of the house. He comes to, however and the wedding was continuing. As they begin their vows, Michelle nervously drops the note cards with her vows, and Danny after reassuring her to just look in his eyes and she’ll be fine, touching her chin, he offers to go first and says, “You know sometimes people meet each other under very unusual circumstances. We did. Who knows why God puts a particular person into your life? I certainly didn’t expect to meet someone like you and I know you didn’t plan on meeting a guy like me, but by divine providence or fate or just plain luck, we were thrown together and I knew, I knew that you were a treasure to be cherished and to be revered. Michelle, I — I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe and to make you happy. And what we have between us will grow with you as my wife and I as your husband.” With her vows still tucked in Danny’s pocket, she says simply that she puts her life in his hands. When the minister directs, they kiss, a passionate and very mutual kiss. After the ceremony, Danny can’t quit smiling and Michelle is nearly as bad as they go through all the wedding traditions.
Michelle: You know, you can stop smiling now. (To photographer) We’re on a break. We’re on a break. (overlapping)
Danny: Sorry, I just can’t stop smiling.
Michelle: Hey listen, I want to thank you for kind of saving my vows, that stuff you said about being so devoted and giving of yourself was really good. Thank you.
Danny: You’re welcome. I meant every word.” 
They enjoy the reception and even Rick realizes Michelle is truly happy. After the ceremony, they take photos as Jesse leaves the house. Drew thanks Michelle for saving her life and marrying Danny and not saying anything about her part in Mick’s death, she also promises to be her go between with the FBI. She says she will help her any way she can.

Check other videos. These are the most complete of the wedding, but there are some audio problems.

Wed., Feb. 17, 1999 – As Danny dances with his new bride, Rick admits to Abby that seeing Michelle so happy he now thinks this marriage is for real. He makes a toast, “May my sister’s smile light up her husband’s life, the way it lit up this room today.” Hearing Danny announce their upcoming honeymoon plans, Michelle realizes that she has to go to bed with Danny. Her face shows array of emotions from nervousness to a genuine smile.

Thurs., Feb. 18, 1999 – They newlyweds return to their bedroom and are nervous and awkward together. When Danny asks if there’s anything special Michelle wants to do, she says there is and drops her wedding dress to the floor and steps toward Danny in her underskirt and bodice. Michelle starts to offer herself to Danny, but pulls back once from nerves and guilt. He tells her it’s OK and then leads her to the bed where he gently lets down her hair and starts to massage her back. He talks about his feelings and their relationship. “I won’t do anything to rush you, okay? We’ve all the time in the world, this is just the beginning for us as husband and wife. Hey, remember that … that day when we had to go meet with Father Tomas, for our Pre-Cana, to talk about all the things we want in marriage….You looked so miserable. You practically had your fingers crossed and your toes…. You know, you thought that you hated me, I know. And then you realized that we want the same things, that our dreams are pretty much the same….  You know, I thought, I was starting to think that we were not gonna make it — that together there was no way we were gonna have the kind of marriage we both wanted with us at each other’s throats all the time. I figured we were just doomed, you know, doomed to go through the motions for the rest of our lives. But today — today something changed. We said our vows. I don’t know, I saw something different in you. I felt it, I think you did, too. And when we kissed, you kissed me back and it was real and I thought, you know, maybe we’re gonna be okay. You know, maybe things are gonna work out and maybe our dreams can really come true.” As he slowly massages her and kisses her back, she feels herself responding for real and pulls back with a start. When Michelle stops Danny is confused and hurt, but assures her of his feelings for her but then doesn’t press her to consummate their marriage. Thanks to a call from Drew, the FBI raids the Santos home in an effort to give Michelle the distraction she needs.

Fri., Feb. 19, 1999 – When the FBI interrupts her wedding night, Michelle privately agrees to work with them to bring down the Santos family. Agent Conklin warns her that Carmen already suspects her which could spell even more danger for her. He also warns that if they take out Carmen, they are going to arrest Danny too. Michelle resists, insisting Danny isn’t like his mother, but then decides it’s a case of him or me and she has to save herself.

My Comments:

The whole sequence showed the current administration’s devotion to Manny. A 3 day wedding with all those extras was a big commitment.

Everyone else is wearing white and bright colors and Carmen’s wearing this honking huge black mantilla, showing what she really feels about the marriage. Danny seems so happy. He’s especially thrilled that Ray is there for his wedding. They really seem to have a cousin connection. It kind of makes you wonder what Danny’s life was like before Mick died and Danny fell in love with Michelle. I think pretty empty, but full of activity, trying to show himself that it wasn’t. It’s ironic that Ray thinks it’s Carmen pushing for the marriage at first.  This Abuela is very much in favor of Michelle and understands just how much Danny loves Michelle. I wish she had kept being Abuela. The other Abuela could have been Carmen’s mother if they wanted a more deceitful character. What stands out here is everybody that is missing from Michelle’s side on this wedding, but as I pointed out in my Manny isolation post, they are all involved in their own troubles just now. I guess it balances out because almost no one from Danny’s side attends weddings 4-6.

Church Wedding 1

Drew and Ray really hit it off. I think it’s too bad he was soooo firm in his commitment to God. It would have been nice to see him tempted with Drew. I think he definitely respected her more than Jesse ever does. The flower girl is cute, but it would be nice to have sort of a clue who at least some of these people were supposed to be. Are they distant family? Business associates? People from St. Michael’s? Is that uncle who runs the restaurant in California there with his 4 daughters?

Michelle later brings up this up this moment she has with Rick when Rick’s heart is failing and Danny is trying to show her that whether or not he made it, he would still be an important part of her life. It’s funny they play “Here Comes the Bride.” My grandfather’s family was Catholic, so my grandparents were married in the church and 63 years later, my grandmother is still furious that “The Church” wouldn’t let her have “Here Comes the Bride” because it wasn’t done in the Catholic Church.

Jesse’s fantasy is lame. Legally, the service didn’t matter, Danny and Michelle were already married and running off with Jesse wouldn’t make it untrue. It isn’t like this was legally a wedding. Legally it was a vow renewal. I love Jesse’s answer to Drew why he didn’t really try to stop the marriage. I don’t have the clip, but he says something like, “She was happy and in love.” If Jesse thought she was happy at the wedding, if Rick thought she was happy at the wedding, if Drew thought it was getting too real, I think it’s pretty plain that Michelle was happy about the wedding.  Where Michelle was kind of shell shocked before, when they actually face each other to say their vows, I think Michelle is really there in the moment with Danny and nothing else matters. The kiss is terrific, but then what happens? Danny and Michelle should have walked together up the aisle. Did the director think her skirt was taking up too much room?

Why aren’t Meta, Rick, and Abby in any of the wedding photos? I wish they would have released some taken on set. The ones you saw were against a plain colored background and featured Michelle, Danny, and Carmen. The line about “Smile your secret smile” was a hit with fans and appears in a lot of posts and fanfics.

It’s really too bad Ray wasn’t more conflicted about his vows, Drew and Ray could have been an interesting spoiler and I think Ray treats Drew with more respect than Jesse ever does. “I’ll have you know this is my mysterious look.”

Michelle and Danny look so happy during Rick’s toast and Carmen looks so green. “We’re feeling a little tired….and we’re going to spend some time alone together before we head off to our honeymoon in Marojca.” This is a resort area in Spain, popular with both Spaniards and retreating from their sunless homelands, people from Great Britain and the Nordic countries.

Ray really should have explained his job, but the writers were great at putting lines that make sense from a priest or a gangster. Drew really is quicker on the uptake here about Danny and Michelle than Michelle herself and I love her lines. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think this whole thing was real….You’re laughing and smiling all over the place…. [Did you have to kiss him] like that?”
Did Michelle really expect Drew to call the FBI from the Santos house? Drew said she’d do it once, why keep asking? They sure hang around a long time after Danny says they are going to leave. I’m a little disappointed Danny didn’t get them a hotel room for the night anyway. You usually don’t spend your wedding night in the house with your family, especially with the party continuing downstairs. Notice Michelle’s dress is already unfastened when they enter the bedroom. I don’t think she could really unfasten it herself and they needed it pre-done so she could drop it smoothly. They should have watched the camera angles a little bit though, or put a scene cut in, it’s kind of obvious.
I always thought their first night home from the San Cristobel honeymoon, they should have re-enacted this night with the right ending. What Danny doesn’t get here isn’t that she’s pulling away because she doesn’t feel anything and she doesn’t want him, she pulls away because she DOES feel something for him and she DOES want him and it SCARES her to death. She has no idea how to handle it. Danny lets his fears take over, he won’t listen to what she’s saying.
So much for repulsion, Michelle is hanging all over Danny. Carmen breaks one of the rules of the family when she shows division within the family to the Feds. I guess Gus hadn’t been assigned to the case yet. They don’t really ever mention her offer to the Feds or that she gave them a tip was in the  file once Gus comes on. You’d have thought Gus would have thrown it up in her face. Danny feels so guilty about this intrusion with the FBI, it must make Michelle feel awful. I can’t believe they did an actual bust off her first tip. I mean is this team in the business of burning their sources? The FBI should have watched and photographed from a distance at most this first time, unless they genuinely didn’t believe she’d go through with it and figured this information was a one shot deal.
I wonder if this warning about Danny “not being like the rest of the family…yet” plays in Michelle’s head and later feeds into some of her bad decisions and fears. Maybe that’s why her reaction to seeing Danny hit Tony and to knowing he permitted (didn’t even order, but permitted) a hit to take place on the person he was told killed Carmen. I really don’t see what good the FBI think specifically taking Danny out would do. Tony was waiting in the wings to take over and he wasn’t currently connected with the family’s dealings, so there is no way anything Michelle told them could take him out.
Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

The Happiest Place on Earth by Robansuefarm

May 2, 2018

As part of my project of copying over my fanfic into Word I realized that I hadn’t published this story on the blog, I had just linked to it on the Discussion Group page. Time to remedy that.

This story is part of my Manny in California series. It was a brief series of stories that answered the question what did Manny do between the time we saw them leave for Louisiana and they moved back from California. They are mostly day in the life sketches, except for Springfield Bound which filled in some places left very noticeably blank in the show. This particular story involves a weekend when Ed has agreed to take the kids to Disneyland….or is that another story altogether???

The Happiest Place on Earth by Robansuefarm

The young woman stared at herself in the large mirror. Her thoughts ran quickly. It was so large and so clear you could tell it could only be hanging in the emperor’s palace. She was dressed in a short skirted toga and a golden circlet around her head. She looked every inch what she was, a subject of the Roman Empire. She’d been selected by her city-state of Springfield to be a virginal offering, a tribute to serve the needs of the Emperor. Now she was to meet him.

Her heart quickened as she turned the corner and entered the lavish room. Columns ringed the space. Large pieces of overstuffed Romanesque furniture and Roman vases filled the room. To one side was a fountain continually pouring into a large square fountain whose water bubbled. Michelle could see things on the other side, a king size bed with a column on each corner, forming a four poster bed.

But more breathtaking still was the gorgeous man reclining on the overstuffed chaise lounge, crowned by a head of chocolate curls. He was beautiful than she ever imagined a man could be.  Clearly by his regal bearing he was the Emperor. She felt her breath quicken at the thought that he was to take her
virginity. That she was to become physically one with this man took her breath and for the first time with excitement as much as fear.

Then he opened his eyes and he saw her and he smiled. A tingle of excitement ran through her. Those eyes, those eyes seemed to pierce into her very soul. Then he smiled at her and she felt her knees grow weak. She swallowed hard and weakly smiled back.

“Hello, there.” His voice was beautiful. Quite possibly the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard. His smile reflected his own excitement. This time he had been sent an angel. He didn’t want to do anything to frighten her. He reached over and patted the ornate stool right beside his lounge. “Come here.”

Michelle crossed the room that felt somehow as if she was crossing a coliseum it seemed so far. She was tense with fear and anticipation.

He saw the tension in her body and he knew to take it slowly. “Feed me some fruit.” He gestured at a carefully prepared attractive fruit tray. She looked for silverware. He caught her wrist and shook his head. “With your fingers,” he said.

Michelle picked up a piece of pineapple and feed it to him. He let her feed him for awhile as she began to relax. When he decided she’d relaxed enough he began to feed her as well.

“I want some grapes.”

Michelle tried to feed him a grape. He again stopped her. “Peel them.”

“How?” she asked puzzled.

“With your teeth.” He demonstrated and then popped the peeled grape into his mouth. “Now you.”

Michelle did as he had instructed and he seemed captivated by her movements as if he was imagining other things that her pearly white teeth could slide over. His breathing picked up pace and after only a few grapes he again caught her hand as she feed him a grape, but this time he pulled her hand forward into mouth. He gently began to suck on her fingers as his talented tongue caressed her fingers seeking every bit of juice from her fingers.
She involuntarily moved closer to him. She slide over onto the longue. She moved ever closer her mouth approaching his as a wave of anticipation shudder through them both . Closer….closer…..close…so close

Just then a loud chirrup, chirrup like a British phone ripped through the room.  The pair fell apart
and closed eyes for a moment as they both felt frustration. Michelle moved back to sit on the end of lounge as Danny pulled himself into a more upright position.

NOTE: In case you couldn’t figure this out, Danny and Michelle are on a weekend alone. They are at a theme hotel where each suite is decorated to a different theme. This one has a Roman theme. The square fountain is a hot tub, a common feature in many of these suites. I’ll let Danny explain what they are doing there in the next section.

“It’s home,” he said unnecessarily, she knew the ring tone he had programmed into his cell for their home phone as well as he did. He reached over to the covered box on the table near the lounge. He lifted the lid and fished among a handful of 21st century items they’d hidden there to better play the fantasy until he pulled his cell phone out of the hiding place.

“Hello?” he said into the phone. “Good Morning, Mrs. Jenkins. Is something wrong with the kids?”

(Mrs. Jenkins was a mature woman who served as one of their most frequent babysitters.)

“No?” he repeated aloud for Michelle’s benefit.” They’re both good?”  He nodded and the tension eased
back out of Michelle when she realized the children were fine as Danny continued to listen and process Mrs. Jenkin’s information. “Isn’t Ed there yet?”  He took the phone away from his ear and checked the time.

“Not yet? OK, let me talk to Robbie.”  Danny paused as he waited to hear his son’s voice. “Hey, Tiger, what’s the matter?….I’m sure Hope didn’t mean to break your truck. Look, Grandpa Ed will be there soon to take you to Disneyland. If he can’t fix your truck, I’m sure I’ll be able to when your mom and I get back.”
Danny took a moment to bless the wonders of mass production and the miracle that was Ebay that gave him the ability to replace toys with an identical one when they weren’t fixable. “Now take a deep breath and go enjoy your day. Oh, Grandpa Ed is there now? Let me talk to him.”

Again, Danny waited this time for his father-in-law’s voice.
“Ed, Hope broke one of Robbie’s toys. See if you can fix it.”

“OK Danny, I’ll see what I can do.”


“So are you guys enjoying your weekend away?”

“Yeah, we’re having a great time. Thanks again for taking the kids for the day.”

“Taking my favorite grandkids to Disneyland is definitely a hardship. Really I’m glad to get some one on one , well one on two anyway, time with them.”

“Well, I hope you’re still saying that AFTER the weekend.”
Danny had relaxed once Ed got on the phone and Michelle, having realized things were fine with the kids, was quickly growing impatient to continue their game. She innocently kept her eyes on her husband’s face, but slowly she reached out her right hand and started to trace circles on the inner ankle of her husband’s left leg.

Ed was saying, “I hear there are some great antique shops up there.”

“Yeah, Michelle was reading to me all about them out of the guidebook on the drive up. Maybe we’ll find something really unique for the house.”

Michelle slowly began to creep her circles higher up his leg.

Ed continued, “I hear they have some great restaurants, too.”

“Yeah, the food has been great.” Danny thought about the fruit that Michelle had been feeding him earlier and the now empty whipped cream containers out of sight in the bathroom waste basket from a previous game.
Michelle’s fingers had almost reached the hem of his toga and Danny’s need to get off the phone was rapidly increasing before he made a noise that would leave his father-in-law with no doubt to what was happening on this side of the phone. Danny was quickly growing desperate for a graceful way to end the call.

Suddenly Ed broke into his frenzied thoughts. “You two haven’t set foot out of the hotel room yet, have you?”

“Ed, do you seriously want an honest answer to that?”

Ed could almost hear his son-in-law’s eyebrow cock. “I guess not. I’ll see you when you get back.”

Michelle’s hand was now completely under his toga skirt.
“Hmmm-Mmmm” and then a hurried, “See you Ed” was the best he could do before hitting the off button and letting out the moan that had been building up in his throat.

Michelle withdrew her hand and gave him her best innocent smile. “So do you want to pick up where we left off or take it from the top?”

“Take it from the top.”

She smiled at her handsome husband. “All right.” She smiled again got up, went back to the bathroom door, and began to repeat her narration, to begin this particular game again.

While his appreciative eyes never left her form, this time he tuned out her narration.  Each time they
took a theme suite they took turns picking out which theme and coming up with three different scenarios that fit with it. He’d really loved the Indiana Jones inspired archeologist costume Michelle had worn for Scenario #1 this time and he knew whichever theme they picked next time he’d have to find a way to tie an archeologist into it to see that little number on her again. Scenario #3 Michelle had previewed for him was going to have him as a eunuch with Michelle attempting to “cure” him. She told him to practice self-control because if he “healed” too quickly they’d miss out on a lot of good stuff she had planned.

Michelle had reached the edge of the overstuffed chaise lounge and he leaned back as the current game began in earnest.


Ed, Robbie, and Hope were spending their day out at the happiest place on Earth. Robbie had put aside his earlier irritation with his sister over his broken toy, but as the day went on and both children got more tired. It started to come out again. They’d gone through Hope’s choices for rides, “It’s a Small World” and “Peter Pan’s Flight” and Robbie’s favorites “Pirates of the Caribbean,” “Haunted Mansion,” and “Buzz Lightyear’s AstroBlaster.”

Hope was walking through one of her favorite places at Disneyland, Sleeping Beauty’s Castle. While Hope was admiring herself in a mirrored surface, she was pretending that she was a princess with ladies in waiting to do her homework. She could see herself in a sparkly tiara and long silken gown. Hope lost herself in fantasy. After all nothing romantic or exciting ever happened to her family.

Ed pulled Robbie back, letting Hope float along in her fantasy. “So what was all this fuss with your sister about this morning, Robbie? It isn’t like you.”

“Nothing.” Robbie muttered, barely audible. Robbie looked down and shuffled non-existent dirt on the spotless Disney-esque floor.

Ed looked over at Hope and smiled, she had lost herself deep into a fantasy world, just as Michelle used to. She looked a lot like Michelle did when she was that age Ed thought. He sent a prayer up that Maureen and Eve were looking down on his family and that their lives would never fall apart as
his had.

A bench had opened up in the hallway and not letting Hope out of his sight, Ed could never be unmindful of who his grandchildren were on both sides of their family. Both families had extraordinary enemies. Ed looked at Hope, but only mindlessly monitored her movements. “Robbie….Robbie your Mom and Dad’s families, the Bauer family and the Santos family were very different when they were growing up in some ways. In other ways they were too much alike.” Ed sighed and Robbie looked up at his grandfather. “Both families have a tendency to keep things bottled up and the histories of both show just how badly that can end up. I’m hoping that you and Hope can learn not to do that. Now, what’s the matter?”

Robbie hesitated and then spoke. “I had a nightmare last night.”

Ed waited for Robbie to continue.

“Mom and Papa weren’t there.” Again Robbie hesitated, “I dreamed Mommy lost her memory again and she didn’t know me. She didn’t know me.” He let out a slight sob. “Tony came back and he was pulling her away and Marina had a hold of me and Papa and she wouldn’t let go and I couldn’t get Hope. I woke up, but it made me afraid it would happen for real. I wanted Mommy and she wasn’t there.” Robbie followed it up with a full sob.

“Robbie…” Ed began tipping his grandson’s face up so their eyes met. “That’s NOT going to happen. I must admit that I wasn’t always so sure about your mom and dad being together, but they’ve convinced me. There’s ABSOLUTELY NOTHING that is going to keep them apart for long. As good of reasons they’ve had to split up they just can’t do it. When they are apart they are missing part of themselves. There is no way they’re going to lose each other or you kids again. I’m 100 percent on that I can’t promise you nothing bad will ever happen to you or our family again, in fact given the history of both your parents, of our whole family, of me, the likelihood is that it will, but we’ll face anything that comes our way TOGETHER as a FAMILY. And the next time something happens like this, I want you to come to me or your mom or your papa or your Uncle Rick. You know my and Uncle Rick’s cell phone number by
heart, don’t you?” Robbie nodded. One of Papa’s rules was that he and Hope have memorized a list of safety numbers to call if anything bad ever happened and he and Mom weren’t available. Papa had
drilled them until even Hope could rattle off all the numbers on the list. “I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re alone because you’re not and you never will be. OK?” Ed hugged his grandson who tightly held him back.

“OK, Grandpa!” Robbie smiled, he felt much better. “I will.”

“Now, I think I know two little monkeys who need a Mickey Mouse ice cream bar. Why don’t you go get your sister?”

“You bet!” Even when he’d been upset Robbie had kept a watchful eye on Hope and now he happily ran over to her with the good ice cream news.

Ed watched his grandchildren happily talk to each other. He smiled as he shook his head thinking how amazing it was.  A tragedy had pushed his little Michelle to meet someone she never should have and somehow she had seen through all of what should have sent her running and while they had forced to deal with things no one should, they had fought their way through. Michelle had done what he, his brother Mike, his sister Hillary, his niece Hope, and even ultimately his own parents had failed at, building a strong marriage and raising full siblings in a single family unit with both parents. Michelle had been right and he had been wrong. They were all happy. Ed looked skyward and silently thought “Thank you, Maureen” before he was engulfed by the arms of his returning grandchildren. Taking one child by each hand, Ed said, “Let’s go!” and strangely a new song began to play on the Muzak system.

Everybody wants truth

Everybody wants hope

Everybody clings to sex like soap on a rope

Everybody gets low

Everybody gets high

Everybody’s feet are on the ground and head’s in the sky

Try letting go Try letting go

Only love can save the world Only love can save the world

Only love can save the world Only love can save the world

We know

Everybody feels good

Everybody feels bad

Nobody wants to lose what they’ve already had

Take it on faith

Take it on loan

Take it any way you get it

Who wants to be alone

Try letting go Try letting go

Only love can save the world Only love can save the world

Only love can save the world Only love can save the world

We know

You’ll never know till you try

Open your heart let your spirit fly

Only love can save the world Only love can save the world

Only love can save the world Only love can save the world

Bauer BBQ 2017 by Robansuefarm

April 27, 2018

To make it easier to direct people to this story I wanted to put all the chapter links in a single post, in other words do a link roundup. This story is in the Robansuefarm  fanfic category. This is a fic that I wrote and first published here continuing the story of Guiding Light.

Bauer BBQ 2017 by Robansuefarm

Danny and Michelle Santos, 2009

After a one night stop in March 2017, we pick up the story of our friends in Springfield on July 4, 2017 with the Bauer BBQ. It’s all hands on deck to have another successful Bauer BBQ. Danny is being strangely overprotective of Michelle. Vanilly are having a fight. Kat has brought her boys to town to visit. Rick and Mindy are having issues over their not having a child together. There is something strange going on with a mystery painting and a figure in black is headed towards Springfield.

Chapters (Children of Springfield – Background for the Story) (Prequel Chapter Set in March 2017) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (End Notes)

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A Typical House – A Story of Manny in California by Robansuefarm Redux

April 26, 2018

Tonight I had lots of things I should have been working on — working on prepping more blog posts being one of them — but I was having to copy A Typical House for one of said things I should have been working on and I fell into reading it. This was my second fanfic and I’m really pleased how good it actually is now when I reread it. So I decided to share it again.

A Typical House – A Story of Manny in California

DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters. I only love them. This is a peek into the lives of Danny, Michelle, Robbie and Hope Santos in California not too long before they returned to our screens at the Bauer BBQ in July 2009.

A Typical House: A  Story of Manny in California by Robansuefarm

It was a typical house on a typical street in a typical California town. It was never meant to be a dream house, a forever house. It was a some place to live house, a fresh start house and their finances had been up and down so much in the last 10 years before they’d bought it that they had to have her father co-sign the loan. He hadn’t wanted to take the help, but it was either that or touch her education trust fund and he absolutely refused to do that. He intended that eventually she’d go back and finish school and so he had taken the offered help with better grace than anyone who knew him would have expected. It still rankled though and he was now far ahead in the payments and had done a lot of work on the house both inside and out, much of it by himself, until it was something of a showplace in the neighborhood, to make it his own in spite of the help he had taken.

He had inherited enough of his parent’s taste that the house was showy but elegant with just a touch of new money. His masculine taste prevailed in the front room, the dining room, and his study, the rooms where they dealt with outsiders. Her taste prevailed in the rest of the house where the family lived. Everything was simple, quality, and homey, the sure sign of Maureen Bauer’s influence (except for a couple of drawers that were all their own in their bedroom that they kept locked away from little eyes and little fingers).

  • · * *

Young tow-haired Robbie Santos bustled into his father’s study. He thought the 3rd grade certainly was harder than 2nd. He had a project he wanted his Dad’s help with and he wanted to be all ready when he came in. He pushed up at the sleeves of his Cubs baseball shirt. It was just like his Dad’s and they always wore them to watch Cubs games together. Robbie carefully arranged his work space on the table Daddy had for him and Hope to the side of the room. He arranged the poster board, markers, etc. Mommy always told him that it was important to have a place for everything and everything in its place. He took his time, knowing it would be a bit before his dad got there.

Robbie had peeked into the kitchen on his way by and seen his dad with his arms wrapped around his mom from behind, kissing her neck and giving his throaty laugh, the one he saved just for Mommy. Some kids his age might object to their parents acting like that, but Robbie still had a dark memory of a time when they’d stopped and he wasn’t about to let that happen again. He was glad to see it now and he knew Mommy would kick Daddy out of the kitchen soon anyway so he could help him. She’d want to have supper waiting when Megan’s mom dropped off Hope from her play date and Mommy always said she never could get anything else done with him around once Daddy started that laugh. Robbie looked at the clock, Hope would be home in about 30 minutes. He always knew right where his younger sister Hope was. Mommy and Daddy had said it was his job to watch out for her and he took his duty very seriously.

  • · * *

“Hey, Tiger, Whatcha working on?” Danny looked down with pride at his son. “Blonde like Michelle, Aunt Meta,” he thought as he ruffled his hand in his son’s hair. He thought how when he was his son’s age he never could have imagined his life turning out as well as this, as happy as he was, and he shook his head thinking how he had almost let it slip through his fingers more than once, but never again, never again.

Robbie was talking. “I’m doing a project for school, Daddy, and I want your help.”

“Sure. What’s the project?”

Proudly he said, “I’m making a family tree.”

And there it was, just when he least expected it, the exceptionalism of his family hit him again. Sometimes it was exceptionally good, like when Ed took the kids and he and Michelle had the house to themselves and could unlock those special drawers and sometimes exceptionally bad, like this when he was suddenly faced with explaining his family history to his son.

“Buy time,” he thought. “Buy time.”

“Tiger, this looks like a lot of work. I think we ought to get your Mom’s help too and that means after supper. Why don’t you go help her finish up in the kitchen?”

Robbie looked up prepared to argue. He wanted to work on it now, but looking up, just for a second, he saw the steel flash in his father’s eyes and he knew from experience it didn’t pay to try to argue when Daddy looked like that or even to try to understand right then why he looked like that, you just did what he said. Robbie sighed. It would be nice to have both of his parents’ attention and help later. He got up and ran off to help his mother.

  • · * *

Danny took a second to admire how his son had laid out his equipment, everything exactly so. He smiled as pride came back upper most, thinking how Michelle’s habits from medical training showed up in their son. Then he scowled and picked up the assignment sheet. He walked over to his own desk and got out a legal pad out of the drawer and set it and the assignment sheet on the desk set blotting paper. He buried his face in his hands for a second and rubbed it. He barked out a short hollow laugh. He thought, “How can someone who aspired to a Masters Degree be so unnerved by a Third Grader’s homework.”

Scowling down with all his natural dark intensity at the sheet of paper on his desk, Danny looked every inch the young mob prince that he once had been. He rolled his head back against the headrest of his desk chair, arching his neck. Slowly he closed his eyes and opened them. He shook his head sending the almost long enough to curl again ringlets flying. He had learned the hard way that you couldn’t ignore your problems away and he’d better have something worked out before Robbie asked him to help again. He glanced at the clock, just under 30 minutes until Hope would be home and Michelle would want to eat dinner. Michelle and he liked to tell each other that they had gotten through the bad stuff and that they were just like a typical family now. Well, they were as typical as they were ever likely to get and as far as almost everyone in California knew they were just another typical boring suburban family. He remembered once when he was desperate to push her away, he’d told Michelle he’d be bored to tears in this kind of life. He’d known it was a lie then, but just how wonderful it was, how much he loved his life, and enjoyed it every day he couldn’t have imagined. Typical. Did most “Typical” fathers know exactly where their children were at all times because his basic faith that they would be OK had been shattered by both his children having been kidnapped before? Did most “Typical” fathers have to wonder just how old their children should be before he could explain the concept of rape to make the story of their lives together, how they started out, why Carmen had hated Michelle so much, make sense? Did most “Typical” fathers have to tell their children that someone as close as their grandmother, their uncle had tried to kill their mother? Yeah, they were “Typical” all right. Then he smiled his perfect smile. Were most “Typical” couples still in love as much as they were? Were most “Typical” families as happy as they were? The answer to those two questions was no, too, and it did make up for the rest.

He picked up a pencil and wrote Family Tree on the top of the page. Then falling back without thought on how his mother taught him to handle problems he turned the page and wrote Rules at the top. When you had a problem you didn’t know what to do about, you created rules to handle it. He flipped back to the first page and read through the assignment sheet. He wrote down Robbie’s name first and the day he was born. That was easy enough. That had been one of the best days in his life. He remembered holding his newborn son in his arms and swearing he’d never lie to him. He’d pretty much kept that promise and it was one of the things that made this so hard. He could pretty up a family tree to make it 3rd Grade and Teacher friendly easily enough, but he couldn’t lie to his son. Even if he wanted to, he knew soon, within a couple of years now, he’d have to tell him the complete story. Too many people knew, too much was in the public record. It was almost a dead certainty that eventually his children would find it all out and if they did, it had to come from their parents, not any of the dozens of worse ways that he had imagined them finding out. Whatever he told Robbie about the family past now had to match up with what he told him then. All of that history PLUS a realization that his father had lied to him over a stupid homework assignment would be too much. What he told him now had to be true, or it would only make it worse.

He drew a sibling line and put down Hope’s name. Her date of birth wasn’t nearly so happy. They’d thought they lost her forever and they very nearly had. Thank God for Dinah telling him the truth. That at least was a story he didn’t need to deal with now. He drew a line down and put down his and Michelle’s name. He loved writing her name, he loved saying her name, Michelle Santos. Michelle, how could one little word be filled up with everything so wonderful, so perfect? Then the first true poser came. He checked the sheet and he had to include it. Date of Marriage. Which marriage? Did he put down all 6 of them? He thought about Ray and how he said they’d always been married since that first church ceremony where Ray served as his best man. The legal manipulations didn’t count, in the eyes of the church that was their wedding date. Following the tenets of his faith wasn’t really lying, was it? He’d always felt married to Michelle from that day on, no matter what their legal status. He flipped to page 2 and under rules wrote 1. Follow Catholic tenets regarding marriage. He smiled pleased with how he’d handled that. He quickly wrote down the date of their first wedding, the justice of the peace, the one that had saved Michelle’s life, with a note “Civil.” Then he wrote down the date of the church wedding just over a month later and added “Church.” The others were really vow renewals anyway he reasoned. He could tell Robbie that with the explanation that there were also legal issues. The divorces were legal issues, he’d had to pay Ross Marler enough over the years for his legal services because of them. There, that looked very neat and tidy.
Danny drew another sibling line from Michelle’s name. He’d do her side first, it had to be easier. That was Rick. The next stumper for the neat little 3rd grade worksheet was Rick’s multiple marriages. He had to include Rick’s children, too. Well, that meant he’d definitely have to include Mel for Leah, and Harley for Jude. He’d use “Co-habitat” for Harley. Harley and Rick had lived together after all. It was after the fact, but it looked a heck of a lot better on a poster than drunken one-night stand. How many other times had Rick even been married? Most of them had been before he had met Michelle and he wasn’t sure he even had a firm fix on the count. “No wonder,” he thought wryly, “Rick believed that Michelle and I could find other spouses. He certainly always did.” He could leave it as it was, but then he thought about Abby. She had fallen out of their lives, busy with her work on behalf of the deaf, her new life in Washington, and they were too close to Rick in her heart for them to be easy together anymore. She still sent birthday cards and presents for the children and a nice newsy letter every Christmas, all of which he noted she still signed Abby Bloom Bauer. Abby had been like a sister to Michelle. Abby had been the one of Michelle’s family he had felt closest too. She had been great. Yes, Abby deserved to be remembered, even if it was only on poster board, but that was enough. He added to the rules.

  1. Listing 3 marriages is enough.

Another line and then he wrote Maureen’s name down. Maureen Reardon Bauer who would have loved me, he automatically added. Michelle was always saying that. He hoped it was true. He had grown to love Maureen as Michelle had slowly made her presence in their lives as real to him as she was to Michelle. He often thought the same thing about Papa, that he would have loved Michelle, but he never said it because he didn’t know if the belief would stand even being said aloud. How much did he really understand about his father? So many contradictions within the man and what he knew about him. He hoped that it was true and he enjoyed thinking that it was. He returned to his task, but then again he paused. Maureen’s siblings, the Reardons, it seemed to him that there had been dozens of them, most of whom he’d never even met, they’d take a whole poster board of their own. He checked the assignment sheet and added rule number 3. No siblings listed at grandparent level or beyond. He was leaving dates blank now, Michelle could help with that later. It was the framework he wanted down before he talked with Robbie, who and what to put in and who and what to leave out. On down from Maureen to her parents Bea and Tom and he was done with that line. He smiled maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Now for Ed. That line would be a little more complex. He had to include Rick’s mom, Leslie, of course, and he should include Holly. She sent Christmas presents too and she’d been so close to Michelle in her early teen years that as Hope got a little older, Holly would be slipping into Michelle’s stories of growing up more and more. He remembered standing outside of Holly’s house waiting to give Michelle his very first Christmas present. It was that creepy photo of her, he wished he could remember giving her something nicer than that as first present now. Maybe a new pink sweater, cashmere maybe, soft to the touch, he could see it on her, his hands on it, yes, a nice tight… none of that now, he had work to do. He shook his head clear of the sudden visions he’d created for himself and returned to thinking about Ed. He really had been great with the kids and everything. It had been a good choice to move close to him when they left Springfield. They had a fresh start, but they weren’t entirely alone and the kids had someone else they could entirely depend on. Any other of Ed’s wives he had to include? No, he didn’t think so and he had hit 3. He knew those rules would be helpful.

Suddenly he remembered Claire Ramsey. Michelle didn’t think of Claire as her mother and he certainly didn’t. She was more like a trouble causing distant relative. She had saved his life once, no matter how much worse she’d made things time and again since then. He suddenly realized with a start that Claire was the only grandmother his children might even have a chance to meet. Imagine that Claire Ramsey being your only image of a grandmother. He couldn’t fathom it. He thought back to how Maria had been when he was growing up, not knowing what was probably always spinning in the back of her mind even then, she had been warm and caring, the perfect grandmother. He felt sorry that his children would never know a grandmother like that, even if it all had been a lie. Maureen really would have been the perfect grandmother. He sighed. With their luck if he didn’t include Claire she’d pick that very night to suddenly show up again wanting to be supermom. He added Claire to his list with the notation birth mother.

Now he added Bert and Bill Bauer. Bill’s proclivities were left out with no siblings rule, no Ed’s half-sister Hillary, so no need for Hillary’s mom. Bert had been wonderful, though very unreal to him. Michelle hadn’t even really known her, just from old movies and photos and her Dad’s stories, oh, and the wing of Cedars named in her honor. Robbie was Bert’s namesake. He quickly made a note to that effect by her and Rick and Michelle’s side was done.

He sighed again and prepared to turn to his own family.

This was going to be more interesting. He drew a sibling line from his own name and wrote in Pilar. He loved his little sister. She was the best one of them and he wished he could see her more often. When she was running along ahead of him, from behind Hope looked exactly like Pilar used to. He remembered the time Pilar stood there asking him, begging him for the truth and he had lied to her, lied to her about the family as Mama had made him promise to do. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again with his own children. There were enough brand new mistakes to make in life without repeating the old ones. In his mind’s eye he saw the stack of old news articles Pilar had found on the microfilm back issues of the Springfield Journal. It would be so much easier for his children to find stuff like that with everything online now. He couldn’t keep them in the dark for too long and for once in his life he was glad his children’s teacher wasn’t the best. If she had been up on information literacy standards and collaborated with the school’s teacher librarian, they’d have been doing real research on this and lord knows what Robbie might have found about his family. His eye settled back down on his own name and with deliberation, he crossed out Danny and wrote in Daniel. He still thought of himself as Danny, but he was very careful now, especially in business, to introduce himself as Daniel, emphasizing it. It was enough of a difference to push all the old problems, everything that had happened in Springfield to at least the second page of Google results and nobody without a very strong interest really went past the first page. He grinned. It gave him a technological clean slate. Also, when a little ways into the new relationship, he gave them permission to call him Danny, it made them think they had really connected. He had stumbled accidently on to this business edge and he liked it. But he couldn’t avoid what came next any longer.

Mick. The next line should be for Mick. He thought for just a moment of creating a rule to avoid writing Mick down, something about deceased siblings maybe, he thought hopefully. No, he couldn’t pretend Mick out of existence. Mick was his brother and despite of everything, in spite of all the trouble he was always in, in spite of how if he was alive and no better he would NEVER have let him near his children with all his problems, in spite of what he had tried to do to Michelle, in spite of what Danny himself MIGHT have done to Mick if he had violated her and then Danny had found out about it (he’d seen women brought into the emergency room at Cedars after a rape, looking so shattered and the mere thought of seeing that look on Michelle’s face made him violently ill, he hadn’t know her then, but the way he felt the first time he even saw her, if he had seen that look on her face, he knew that was all it would have taken), in spite of all that and a dozen other good reasons he had to forget about Mick, he loved him. Mick was his brother. He drew the line, wrote Mick’s name for the first time in years, his date of birth, and with a sudden shake of the hand, his date of death. He suddenly heard his mother screaming at Michelle when they first met. She was shrieking about how not only Mick was gone, but so were the children he might have had, the wife he might have had. Mick’s name, only connected to his and Pilar’s, stood alone. With an effort he pushed his mind away from it. He drew a line down from his name and went on.

Miguel and Carmen came next. He quickly skipped ahead of himself and quickly wrote in his mother’s parents names. Carmen had never spoken much of her parents. When she spoke about family she almost inevitably meant the Santos family. She had cut herself off from most of her past when she married Papa and never looked back. Her will was iron, even now though she hadn’t improved, but she still clung on to life in the prison hospital, although the doctors said there was no chance she would recover. He still called once a week, just to check. He stared at his mother’s name, feeling the loss yet again, the woman she had become (though he hadn’t admitted it to himself until he saw her through Michelle’s eyes) was such a far cry from the woman who had taught him to ride a bike, had kissed his childhood tears away, who he had loved and called Mama. Losing her through life was much harder than losing her to death.

The line came down from Miguel. The no siblings rule applied again though he would have to mention Uncle Fedrico when he talked to Robbie. Robbie was his namesake, too, and Robbie knew and loved Ray and remembered Tony. He’d have to talk about their father, but he didn’t have to go on the chart. Then another line down Hernando and Maria and he was done. This would do for the chart and as they worked on it, he would have to talk to Robbie, explain who he had left out and why, tell him the rules he had made, but what was there wasn’t too bad. It made sense and it wasn’t lies. He grinned glad to be finished and glad the teacher hadn’t asked for occupations. That would have been much harder to finesse and would have looked a little unbalanced to say the least, mob bosses and trigger men on his side and doctors and lawyers and housewives on hers. He grinned more pleased with himself. He’d have to show Michelle before he talked to Robbie, but this would really work. He heard a noise in the hall as the front door opened.

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Hope Santos nearly fell back out the front door of her house as she stood in the doorway waving goodbye energetically to Megan and her mom. She loved, loved, loved Megan. She was her best forever friend, like Mommy and Aunt Drew, but she was glad to be home. (Aunt Drew always sent her the best clothes for presents from New York. She loved, loved, loved Aunt Drew.) She closed the front door and saw that the door to her father’s study was open. She called out, “Mommy, Daddy, I’m home.” She bounced inside and seeing her father she ran up to him and jumped into his arms. He hugged her tight. She was glad she didn’t have to pick who she loved more Mommy or Daddy because it was always whichever one she was with. She loved how safe she felt in her Daddy’s arms, how he called her his special girl, and how he smelled. She smelled him now as he easily swung her up and set her on the edge of his desk in front of him on top of some old papers he’d been working on. He did that whenever she came in so they could talk eye to eye. No other grown up did that and it always gave her a thrill how important it made her feel. “How’s my special girl today?” Daddy asked her. She put on her serious expression. She had business to attend to. Megan was getting horseback riding lessons this summer and she wanted them too.

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Danny looked at his daughter as she did her best to look serious and business like. He curled a strand of her long dark hair around his finger and released it. He completed his earlier thought, “Brunette like me, Aunt Meta” and again he was struck by what a lucky man he was. He knew what was coming next. Michelle had told him that Megan was getting horse riding lessons this summer and he knew Hope would have made up her mind by now that she wanted them too. Riding a horse was one of the few athletic skills that he had never learned himself, not having much call for it in his Chicago neighborhood or Springfield for that matter, outside the Spaulding Stables where he’d never been invited. He wasn’t sure if he trusted his little daughter on one of the big brutes. Michelle had pointed out that both Rick and Phillip rode beautifully, they’d learned at school, but Danny wasn’t convinced and they were still talking about it. He listened to his daughter present her case that she would just die if she couldn’t do what Megan did and if it had been anything he didn’t view as inherently dangerous he might have caved right then. As it was, he put her off saying Mommy and he would have to discuss it. She started to pout and then changing tactics, cocked her head to one side and smiled at him, just like her mother would have when she wheedled him. Despite the difference it coloring, she looked so much like her mother. A thought he had never had before suddenly struck him cold. It wouldn’t be too many years before she was trying that wheedling smile out on some young punk. For the first time ever, he felt sympathy for what he must have put Rick through when he fell in love with Michelle and he had a most uncomfortable feeling that whatever it was that Rick felt that had made him act out so would one day soon be paid back in spades.

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Michelle Santos came to the door of her husband’s study and looked in, wiping her hands on a dish towel. There he was at his desk, completely absorbed in their daughter. Hope was working him for riding lessons, she was sure. She recognized that tilt of the head and she idly wondered how long it would take Hope to overcome his resistance to the idea if she just let Hope work at him. He was hesitant about the idea of her riding, but he was so completely besotted by both their children, and herself she had to admit, that it was hard for him to deny any one of them something for very long if there was any way to get it for them. It was time for supper and she decided to break them up. “Hey, you two. Time for supper,” she said. “MOMMY!” he daughter called, true joy filling her voice. Danny quickly swung his daughter down from the desk as her feet were already moving to run over and hug her mother. Michelle hugged her daughter back, “Now scoot. Go wash up. Leave your father alone about the riding lessons until we’ve had a chance to discuss it.” She gave her daughter a pat on the backside to send her on the way as she danced off down the hall toward the stairs and her room. Michelle watched her go for a second and thought, “We’ll probably be treated to a tiara or a tutu for supper.” Hope’s theory was if it was worth washing up, it was worth changing her clothes.

She turned back to her husband and he was smiling at her with that sexy smile of his. It was a good thing she’d kicked him out of the kitchen earlier, she’d never finished supper on time with even the distraction of his looking like that and he’d been doing a lot more than looking. She had only meant to tell him to come to supper from the doorway, but it was too much to resist and she found herself across the room and settled on his lap before she could think. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him and thought all is right with the world. “How could I be any happier? How could I love him any more than I do now?” But if past experience was any guide, she would, she loved him more and more each day. She heard THEIR children coming down the hall with possessive pride and she took him by the hand and led him into supper, as she had once lead him over to a certain white bed with pink sheets and an arch of roses. Even more joy filled her heart now than then, and she knew she loved him much, much more now.

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Danny was pleased with the family tree. He’d give Michelle a chance to look it over and then they’d all work on it together after supper. He was looking forward to supper. Michelle had made Arroz con Pollo, his favorite dish and he’d been smelling it waft up the hall even as he had been thinking about less pleasant things. He let her lead him into supper, only pulling her up short next to him once to give her a whispered promise about “dessert” before they went  in and sat down at the table with their children, the next generation of Bauers, the next generation of Santos, an untypical family in a typical house.

Bauer BBQ 2017 End Notes

March 13, 2018

Well, how great was THAT!!!!!!

I hope you enjoyed this year’s Bauer BBQ. My plan was to create a story that was like a Bauer BBQ on the show over a couple of episodes with a group of characters that would be playing out stories. I tried to make it like we dropped in on important plot points within larger on-going storylines with some tied up and most leading into more. There are, of course, other storylines for other characters, but these are the ones we focused on during the Bauer BBQ.

  • Danny’s overprotectiveness towards Michelle makes sense now we know a baby is on the way, but Michelle will continue to chafe under it. He’s right to be concerned though with their history of miscarriage and Michelle’s inability to stay out of dangerous mysteries and there is definitely one of those around with the mystery painting.
  • The mystery painting is the key to something, something worth attacking people for. What is the story behind this painting? What will the woman whose hair is in a bun do to get her hands on it? Is she the only one interested? What will that mean for Vanilly who have ended up with the painting for now?
  • Mattessa fans got a brief ray of hope, but let’s all just admit Vanilly always were endgame. They were always fiery, but that’s all this was – not a serious fight. Vanessa is going to retire and step back from day to day at WSPR. WSPR has improved a lot since the days when interns where editing stories on laptops in restaurants, but since their network was stupid enough to cancel half their soaps things may not be all wine and roses at the station. With Vanessa retired a power vaccum will form and who will fill it? Will it be a character currently on the canvas, a returning old friend, or a brand new character? As they struggle to make their own mark on the station will Vanessa be able to stay out of it and admit she’s ended her professional life?
  • Alan-Michael and Lucy are solid, but their different opinions on how to best support Molly will continue to be a sore point. Alan-Michael’s concern for her safety and future, fed in part from his inability to protect his mother, will continue. He does make some progress there as Hope Bauer will be moving back to Springfield. Molly has set her eyes on Kevin Marler. He isn’t looking for something serious right now, having enough issues in his life, but Molly is providing a bright spot and considering just what her parents went through to get the one they wanted, just what might Molly do to keep Kevin by her side?
  • Mindy and Rick have both been struggling with regret about not having more kids, but Rick’s son with Annie isn’t really going to help. He’s there to get to know his father, but has no use for stepmother Mindy. Will this cause more turmoil for Mindy and Rick? Will Rusty be making some more visits to Springfield this year and what will be drawing him back? Also remember, Matthew Wilson is also Annie Dutton’s son. Does he have mental health and addictions issues, too? Has he been in contact with Annie?
  • Buzz and Lillian will be dealing with a return of their own now that Rocky has returned to town. He’s got a score to settle with his father. Just how does he intend to even things up?
  • Now we’ve met up with Kat again and met her sons will we be seeing more of them? What’s their dad like and will he be coming to Springfield if Kat returns?
  • Even though he has a new sudden son, Rick is going to continue in an honorary uncle role. Blake, as she often is, has been economical with the truth about the many scandals of when the twins were young and the twins have been away at school most of their lives so they don’t yet know about things like the paternity question with Ross and Rick and Rick and Phillip’s roles in Ross’ death. Now they are back in Springfield how long before they learn the whole messy story?

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Bauer BBQ 2017 by Robansuefarm Part 8

March 11, 2018

Author’s Note: Problems blew up at the Bauer BBQ.

Bauer BBQ 2017 by Robansuefarm Part 8

Scene 29

Jason Marler stood facing the Spaulding pond. He pitched a stone in it, as hard as he could, and then he picked up another, and another, and another….

Molly Spaulding watched from about 50 yards away. Slowly she walked up to Jason. “I saw you take off, what’s wrong?”

Jason gave a hollow laugh. “What isn’t wrong? What isn’t wrong in the entire freaking world?” He threw another stone.

Molly remained silent. So silent that with another person there it got akward. Words poured out of Jason to fill it. “I’m a Poly-Sci major. I really thought I could help save the world. I even had a Congressional internship, you know?” He broke off to throw another stone. “But after this last election, both sides, politics is broken, what can one person do? What’s the use of trying? Am I going to waste my life fighting a battle I can’t win?” Jason threw another rock.

Molly stared out at the pond, too. “You know I never met your dad. He was dead before we moved back here, but I’ve heard about him my whole life. He helped so many people in this town. He really made a difference you know. Michelle and Danny, they were talking right before you took off? He saved both of them from a phony murder charge. Maybe that’s the way to make a difference, not at the national level, but here in one place. Maybe if a whole bunch of people each in their own place make a difference, that’s how you change the whole country?”

“You know you’re pretty smart for a kid.”

Molly frowned. “I’m NOT a kid.”

Jason turned around and looked in her face. He really looked at her as if he hadn’t known her for years, as if he’d just seen for the first time in a class or across a bar. He lifted his hand to cup her cheek. “No, I guess you’re not.”

“Just what THE HELL do you think you’re doing? Get your hands OFF OF MY DAUGHTER!”

The immerative came out of nowhere and both Molly and Jason froze.

“I SAID get your hands off her!” Alan-Michael closed the rest of the distance between them and grabbed Jason’s arm pulling it off Molly and then shoved Jason whose reactions still slowed by shock fell to the ground.

“Daddy! What do you think you’re DOING?”

“Sweetheart, he’s so much older than you. I don’t want to take advantage of you and after what happened with your boyfriend Tom…..”

“God Dad! What part of back off, I’m a grown up now, aren’t you getting? Yes, there was an issue with Tom and I HANDLED IT. It’s what grown ups do! I know what I’m doing! I can make my own decisions and I can HANDLE whatever comes along. I’m so out of here.”

Molly sped off heading back across the Spaulding yard towards the Bauer house she nearly ran into Kat, Dylan, and Lillian on the way. Alan-Michael stared after her until she was almost out of sight. He shook himself, shot Jason a glare for good measure as he picked himself up, and took off after her calling, “Princess!”

Scene 30

Rick was talking on the phone in the Bauer Kitchen, “Yes, Dad. Everybody is missing you and Holly….No, nobody expects you here every year, but I’m glad you called. I hope you call tomorrow so you can talk to the grandkids they’re all scattered right now.” Rick puffed up with pride,”Yep, big success again this year. New record in number of hamburgers served, everyone loves them…..Give Holly my love, Dad, and Dad, don’t forget I love you too.” Rick ended the call.

Phillip walked in carrying a glass of iced tea. “There you are, buddy. I thought you’d be out there taking victory laps. It’s been a GREAT BBQ.”

Rick held up the phone, “I was talking to Dad.”

“How are Ed and Holly doing? I haven’t heard from them lately. The last time I heard they had just taken a cruise on the Queen Mary.”

“They loved it. I don’t know that we’ll ever gt them settled back here, but at least Dad hasn’t disappeared again. He’s sure to check in regularly now.”

“You know, it’s funny, this was so NOT Alan’s thing, but how many years did he’d say he wasn’t coming and then did? It’s almost been 10 years now…and you know…you know I STILL find myself expecting to find him somewhere here. I keep ranging around……all those years I was always trying to get away from him and I, and I’d give almost anything if he was still here.”

Buzz stuck his head in the door. “Rick, we’re out of Bauer Burgers and the crowd is getting restless.”

“OK, Buzz, I’m on it!” Rick opened the refrigerator, grabbed out a tray of prepped Bauer Burgers, and headed out to the patio.

Phillip stayed leaning up against the island and took a drink when suddenly his niece Molly came rushing blindly through. Phillip put down his glass and caught her by the arm. “Hey, what’s the trouble?”

Molly was vibrating with frustration. “Uncle Phillip…URRRGGHHHH! It’s Dad. He’s IMPOSSIBLE! He just totally humilated me in front of Jason Marler and everyone! Why can’t he see he’s a grown-up?”

“Well,” Phillip made a grimace and swallowed. “He can’t because he’s your dad and it’s a horrible thing for a dad to deal with. I’m sure you have every right to be mad, but I was just sitting here thinking that as crazy as my dad always drove me, I’d give just about anything to have him back. Be mad, but forgive him and keep that in mind.”

Alan-Michael came skidding into the kitchen. “Molly, stop let’s talk. I….”

“URRRGGGHH! Just give it a rest, DAD!” Molly pulled away from Phillip.

Lucy came in. “Molly, honey, come here. Dads, right? Come with me, let’s go talk about it.” Lucy put an arm around her shoulders and leading her off towards the living room. Alan-Michael started to follow.

“Hey,” Phillip wave Alan-Michael over, echoing Lucy by putting an arm around Alan-Michael’s shoulders. “Let the girls work on this.”

“Phillip, you just don’t understand, man! How am I supposed to NOT be there to protect her?”

“Peyton and Emma may not be there yet, but I went through all this and worse with Lizzie and Michelle. Look at them now. You WILL get through this. I didn’t handle it particularly well, but we’ll get through this. Together. That’s what family is for right?”

“I guess.” Alan-Michael walked over to the sunporch and stared out over to the garage apartment door where he’d once lived. “I certainly wouldn’t have guessed I’d have lived through all I have since I came back to Springfield at that Bauer BBQ. This is an anniversary of sorts I guess.”

“I know. Parachute into ONE party and people never forget it.”

Alan-Michael turned and found a geniune smile for his brother.

“I liked the piece of your mom’s you bought. How was your visit with Hope?”

Alan-Michael lost his smile and turned back to the window, but didn’t answer Phillip.

“How is she?”

Alan-Michael turned around again looking grim. “Not good. It’s been almost 10 years since Dad died, a lot longer since they were together, and she’s still not dealing with it. You saw that picture, sure it’s a beautiful piece, but it’s back to when they were on the island. All her art is about them. She still owns that island you know, Dad gave it to her as a present, put it in her name. She’s had a little cabin built on the island and she’s been spending time there. It’s dangerous, she’s fixated on it, and it’s so FRUSTRATING I can’t seem to help her move on.”

“You know I owe your mom a lot. Hope was always there to support me and to look out for me. I wouldn’t have known Justin and Jackie at all if it hadn’t been for her standing up for me. I wish I could do something.”

Alan-Michael turned suddenly furious. “Well, there isn’t! Not every thing in life can fall into place just because the GREAT Phillip Spaulding orders it to.”

“Whoa! Turn it down a notch. God if I could, (Phillip makes a click noise with his tongue) I’d change a lot of things. Don’t fall into the same trap I did. Don’t let your fear get control of your life. That cost me years! And it might cost you your daughter. (Click noise) I really meant I’d help if I could I’d be glad to visit Hope or you know, ask her to come and stay here. She can stay in the mansion or I’m sure Rick wouldn’t mind if she stayed here or in the garage apartment or we could buy her a condo. Being around family might be good for her.”

Alan-Michael looked for a minute like he might be willing to talk reasonably with Phillip, but then Danny came trotting in.

Danny asked, “Phillip, can I talk to you a minute?”

Alan-Michael flared up again. “Great! Just what we need. Another one of Dad’s pets. Have fun at your mutual admiration society. I’m out of here.” He stormed out looking for Lucy and Molly.

“What was that?”

“Alan-Michael. He’s all worked up. He just got back from a trip to see his mom, you know her Michelle’s cousin Hope. Apparently she’s not doing very well. She really hasn’t been overly well since Dad broke her heart. I think Alan-Michael is afraid he’ll lose her and he’s holding on too tight to Molly. I hope it works out. But you came in here for something.”

“Yes, I wanted to point out there is a woman here. She’s in a business suit with her hair pulled back. Have you seen her?”

“I’ve been busy, but I saw her a few times. Dressed like she was, she was pretty hard to miss. What about her?:

“Do you know who she is? Have you seen her before?”

“No, but that’s not unusual. You know today is an open house. There’s always people we don’t know.”

“I know, but there was something….off about her. I pointed her out to Frank and Ray, but I wanted to make sure you kept an eye on her, too.”

“OK, Danny. I trust your gut. Let’s take a look.” Phillip lead the way out to the patio.

Scene 31

The rider had one more stop before heading to the Bauers. He hadn’t been there in person since he was a toddler, but from the time Google Earth had come out he’d used it to go past this white church and into this cemetery. The clarity on Google Earth wasn’t good enough to pick out a particular grave, but his brother had told him where it was. He’d spent hours looking at it on various screens and now he was standing here in person. His eyes darted to the right and then he dropped to his knees. “Hello, Mom,” he whisphered.

Commercial Break

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Bauer BBQ 2017 by Robansuefarm Part 7

March 10, 2018

Author’s Note: It’s time for the Bauer BBQ speech.

Bauer BBQ 2017 by Robansuefarm Part 7

Scene 27

Rick took Phillip’s place on the dias and gave a loud whistle. Calling back together people’s attention after they had wandered off after the auction.

Rick began, “Can I have your attention? It’s time again for that time honored tradition. The Bauer BBQ speech where we take a minute to think about what we’re celebrating today instead of the celebration itself….You know it still feels funny for me to be the one giving the speech because I feel like it should be a grown up like my dad or Uncle Mike or Aunt Meta giving this speech. I still feel like I should be a kid trying to filch Grandma Bert’s apple pie off the dessert table — which is probably because I still do that.”

Everyone in the crowd chuckled.

“But then I look around and I see my kids, my nieces and nephew, all my friends and family, wonderful little sister, Michelle, her husband, Danny, and my beautiful wife, Mindy, and I realize I am a grown up who has built a pretty great life here in Springfield. Not just my family, but I have been instrumental in making Springfield better and keeping it a great place to live. Everyone here can say the same thing.”

“I’ve made my share of terrible mistakes, things I wish I could take back, and I’m sure that you all can say that. I turned my back on Springfield for awhile thinking it would make my problems go away, tried to live in other places for awhile, as some of you have done, but Springfield always calls us back home. We find our answers here among all of us, as part of the community because truly ‘no one goes his way alone.'”

“The community in Springfield IS extra special, but that sense of community is all across America from, New York to LA, and oh I don’t know, from Oakdale, Illinois to Genoa City, Wisconsin to Port Charles, New York. It’s that sense of individuals pulling together to form communities of respect, dignity, hard work and perseverance and then pulling together more to form one country is what makes this country great. It’s what made it possible for a man like my great-grandfather, whose name I proudly bear, to come to this land, and with the help of his wife to create a family and to help to build this town into what it is today.”

“So here’s to friends here and gone, to our children, and to Springfield may it continue to be the special place it is.”

Everyone lifted their glasses in toast, “To Springfield!”

As Rick was stepped off the box , Danny rushed up. “Michelle, Robbie, Hope, Danielle, come on up here….I can’t hope to top Rick’s speech, but I have something I need to say. I know some of you might have thought I was being rather short with Michelle lately, but those of us who know Michelle know how she can take risks and I’ve been especially worried about her lately. You see….”

Michelle interrupted, “We’re expecting a baby!….We wanted to wait until we passed the first trimester to tell people, but we want you all be the first to know!”

“So have a celebratory piece of watermelon or Bert’s apple pie that Michelle made. It’s time to get cutting.”

Everyone rushed over to give congratulations….Everyone that is except Jason Marler who stalked over disgustedly to the Spaulding Mansion yard. Molly Spaulding hesitated a moment and then jogged after him.

Scene 28

Vanessa was sitting by herself off to the side of the pool area. She caught Billy approaching out of the corner of her eye and she turned her back on him. Billy walked up carrying two plates of watermelon. “Here. I got you a piece of watermelon, too. It doesn’t seem like a summer day without watermelon, does it?”

“That’s quite alright. MATT went to get me some.”

“Well, I wouldn’t wait on Matt, darling. Maureen’s going to be keeping him busy for awhile.”

“Maureen?,” she turned to face him and took out the plate of watermelon he handed her.

“I might have asked her to keep him busy for me for a little bit. I MIGHT owe her a Chicago shopping trip with Mindy and my credit card.”


“Because I figured it was time I told you that you could quit trying to show me.”

“Show you what?”

“I think you got it in your head today that you had to show me that you were beautiful and vivacious and that you could have any man here today.”

Vanessa sniffed haughtily.

“Sugar, you don’t have to show me that. I know how gorgeous you are and hell, except for a few men too in love with their wives and few who bat for the other team, I already know you COULD get any man here if you wanted him. You don’t have to prove it to me with Matt. I know JUST how lucky I am; how lucky I was that I happened to stretch out in just that room at Quint and Nola’s engagement ball. Did you ever pay for that vase you broke?”

Vanessa fought to keep back a smile. “Daddy did, it was under the miscellanous damage entry on the bill.”

“And I’m lucky that when I picked you up and said I wasn’t moving until we got married that you didn’t give me a good kick in the family jewels followed up by a good right cross.”

Vanessa quirked an eyebrow.

“And I’m lucky you forgave me all the stupid times I hurt you and I’m MOST lucky of all that you agree to marry me again this last time and that you were willing to build such a great life with me.”

Vanessa softly said, “You called me old.”

“I did no such thing. I just suggested that it might be time for you to retire from the day to day at WSPR. If it had been your dream, I’d be supporting you, but your dream was for Dinah to come back and step back in as manager because that was one of her dreams and I’ll admit she was damn good at it. But, darling, she ain’t coming back, not without a pardon, and even if she came back tomorrow she might have a different dream now, it’s almost been 10 years that’s a lot of time to change a person. She might not even want it anymore.”

Vanessa turned back away. “You never did understand about Dinah.”

“You’re wrong there. I understand all about it. I experienced something similar with Dylan, you know that. You loved her with everything that’s in you. You wanted to make it up to her for you letting her go when she was a baby. You were too hard on her, but only because you were terrified she’d make the same mistakes you made. You saw too much of yourself in her, more than any of the other kids. You love her and as part of you, I love her too. If I could wave my hand and bring her back right now I’d do it for you, but I can’t and I think it’s time we took our lives off hold. I want time with you; time to visit all those places we talked about going all through the years, I want to take you to England and show that old queen what true regalness looks like, I want to visit some of those places Josh and Reva did, I want to take you riding in Oklahoma and down the Grand Canyon and Monument Valley. I want you to take me sailing off New England and in the Carribean. I want to spend time with our kids and grandkids. I want to spend days doing nothing and making love with you on sandy beaches…..scratch that on really comfortable beds.”

Vanessa couldn’t help herself, she laughed.

“Darling, that health scare I had a few years ago, it was a reminder that we don’t have all the time in the world. I don’t want to waste another minute with you. I’ve wasted enough time.”

Vanessa grinned. “How do you do that? How do you make it so hard to stay mad at you?”

“So you’ll semi-retire?”

“I’ll THINK about it.”

“Darling, that’s all I ask.”

On the other side of the yard across the pool Matt stood holding two pieces of watermelon watching Vanessa smile and realized that a door that he thought might reopen had been closed and sealed a long time ago.

“Hey, is one of those for me?” Matt’s estranged wife Joni came up.

“It is now. I thought maybe you wouldn’t come today.”

“I almost didn’t. This was always more your friends, your connections. I figured they’d all side with you.”

“Joni, they’re your friends, too. If you knew how many ex-es were here….”

“Anyway, Maureen texted me. She said she needed a ride because she’d been parked in. Have you seen her?”

“Yes, she’s right over…..she WAS right there. Huh, I have a feeling she wasn’t parked in.”

Joni laughed. “She is something of a matchmaker, isn’t she?”

“Somehow she still believes in happy endings.”

“So how have you been.”

“I’ve been pretty good. I admit I’ve been spending most of today remembering an old dream. But seeing you…it reminds me that the present is just as good, maybe even better. Maybe Maureen’s not wrong.”

“Would you like to go get a cup of coffee somewhere, talk some things out?”

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Bauer BBQ 2017 by Robansuefarm Part 6

March 9, 2018

Author’s Note: The fun of the Bauer BBQ games has began.

Bauer BBQ 2017 by Robansuefarm Part 6

Scene 22

The ice cream churning contest continued with Robbie on the Bauer side and Sarah Randall stepping in for the Team Lewis. Beth was working on the final details before the art auction. The woman with her hair pulled back tight in a bun approached Beth, all smiles.

“Beth Raines, isn’t it? Oh, yes I see it is. I’m so pleased to meet you.”

“It’s Beth Spaulding, has been for awhile now, Ms. …..?”

“Ah, but it’s still Beth Raines as the signature on your art work and I appreciate your work so much.”

“Thank you. I really only picked it back up in the last 10 years or so,” returning the smile, but it was a very business smile. Once Beth would have assumed the best about people. Life had literally beaten that out of her. She was still kind and helpful, but she no longer trusted people by default. This woman seemed nice enough, but some instinct tugged at Beth’s gut about her. Beth took shook the woman’s offered hand, but used the motion to take a step back.

“And the world is a poorer place that you didn’t keep up painting all along, but life has a way of getting in the way, doesn’t it?”

Beth gave a short bittersweet laugh. “Yes, it does. Speaking of which, I’ve got to finish setting up the auction, was there something you needed, Ms. …..?”

“Of course I don’t want to take up too much of your time and it’s all a question of time in a way, isn’t it?”

Beth hesitated. “I suppose.”

“As you can see I’m not properly dressed to be out in this terrible American sun and I thought perhaps it might speed your auction up if I just pre-emptively bid on a couple of pieces. It would shorten up the sale list, perhaps get some people to bid more if there are fewer lots. Yes?” The woman sensed hesitation and pushed her request home. “I’d like one of yours, of course. The one with the plane crash behind and the lovers on the beach….and I should take something else to make a big enough contribution, something that probably wouldn’t have brought much….perhaps that picture with the wave rushing into shore with the lighthouse over there. I don’t see an artist’s signature, but it’s a pretty frame. How much would that be?”

“The plane on the beach isn’t mine, Hope Bauer Spaulding sent that one in.”

“Then another one of yours….”

“I’m sorry the catalog has been advertised, no pre-sales. I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait. The auction will begin soon.”

Beth turned her back on the woman, but could still feel the woman’s icy glare. The woman bit out, “Then I will just have to wait.”

Scene 23

Beth had a row of easels on the patio beyond the pool the crowd gathered around. A small platform had been put there with room for a speaker to stand and one easel. Beth brought up the first item to go up for bid.

Phillip took the stand. “Now you all know me. Some of you probably wished at one time or another that you didn’t.” Phillip chuckled, “But you know me and I’m a businessman. We’re here today in honor of the Lizzie Spaulding Cancer Foundation.”

Bill called out from the crowd “Lizzie Spaulding LEWIS!”

“Uh, I stand corrected. The Lizzie Spaulding Lewis Cancer Foundation. As you know this disease has touched more than one person in my family. At the foundation we seek to provide funding for treatments,  for research, and for support for families. We’ll be having our normal fundraisers this year, but Rick offered us a chance to do this auction at the Bauer BBQ, how could we refuse? Now if you want to know anything about the art, that’s all my beautiful wife, Beth. But the money…that’s all me. So make sure you bid a lot on it.”

Beth stepped up, “The first item up for bid is from Jesse Blue. It’s a small scale version of his famous Nighthawks parody that used to be on the wall at Millennium. It includes a portrait of Michelle Bauer. Michelle? Michelle? Where is Michelle? Oh well.”

Phillip stepped up. “OK, what am I bid…..”

The auction continued with a series of photos by Reva Shayne Lewis; a shot of the sunrise coming up behind the Pyramids on her and Josh’s adventure, a photo of a beat up old cowboy hat sitting on a saddle on Rusty’s ranch near Tulsa, and one of Roxie – finally freed from the mental hospital where she’d been institutionalized for decades. They were followed by Trish Lewis’s contribution – a drawing of the Blue Room in the White House.

“The next lot is this color penciled drawing of plane crash on a topical beach was submitted by Hope Bauer Spaulding.”

“What am I offered for this lovely piece?”

Alan-Michael stepped forward. “That’s my mom’s. I’ll bid $2,000.”

“We have $2,000. Do I hear any other bids? No?” Phillip winked at A-M. “Going, going, gone! Sold to Alan-Michael Spaulding!”

Alan-Michael grabbed Lucy’s hand and they went up to collect their prize.

“Next we have a set of restoration blueprints that Matt Reardon donated. These are the set that he used in the most recent restoration of the Springfield lighthouse. The lighthouse is well known to all of you I know. It’s been owned by the Bauer family for years.” Phillip shot the room at large his crocked grin. “Some of us have even lived there. How about you get in on this, Alan-Michael? It will go nicely with the piece you already bought.”

“No thanks.” Lucy shivered. “We’d be just as happy never to see that place again.”

“Now that is just the wrong attitude. You want to remember the good and not let the bad destroy it.” Danny came forward holding Michelle by the hand all smiles as he pulled her around in front of him and wrapped around her. “If $2,000 is the going rate I’ll open at $2,000 for our lighthouse.”

“We have $2,000. Do I hear $2,500?”

“I’ll bid $3,000… For Matt’s work.” Vanessa spoke up looking pointedly at Billy while standing by Matt.




“Will you raise again, Vanessa. Danny has it at $5,000.”

Vanessa smiled, her point made. “No, Danny and Michelle enjoy it in good health.”

They went up on and got their prize and took it out to their car.

A selection of fashion drawings by Mindy and Marah fell under the gavel next. They were followed by a selection of Beth’s paintings and a couple of lesser works from the Spaulding collection.

Beth called for attention. “This is our final piece up for auction today. It’s the one you have been waiting for. It’s the mystery painting we found in the attic of the Mansion. We have no idea about the painting’s origin. It’s unsigned. So it’s not just a piece of art, it’s a challenge. What can you find out about this piece or will it remain a mystery. Phillip?”

“And for the last time here we go! What do I hear for an opening bid?”

Matt stepped forward confidently, smiling at Vanessa. “$2000 has been the normal opening bid today, right? I’ll open it up at $3000.”

“We have, $3000. Who will give me $3500?”

Billy stepped up on the other side of Matt. “$5,000.”

Matt responded, “$6,000.”





Billy hesitated then, “$85.”

The woman with the tight bun entered the fray, “$10,000.”

Matt went a bit pale, but then confidently said, “$12,000.”

Phillip turned to Billy, “The bid’s Matt’s. Will you give $12,500?”

Billy again hesitated for longer this time. “Let him have it.”

“And you, ma’am?”

The woman narrowed her eyes at Matt. “No, let him have it.”

“And that wraps us up today, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for your bids and come over here and pay Beth. Give yourselves a round of applause for all the money we’ve raised today.”

Scene 24

Buzz pulled Billy off to the side. “What was that all about?”

“What do you mean?”

Buzz made an annoyed noise. “You making a run up on that painting and then just letting Matt win the painting. He made it real plain he was bidding on it to give to Vanessa.”

“Well now, it did seem like that didn’t it?”

“You know damn well that’s what he was doing. Come on, you could buy and sell Matt Reardon. Why did you let him win?”

Billy looked across the yard at Matt talking to Vanessa about the painting. “You know, I hurt ‘Nessa really badily. I messed up. I messed up again with Nadine and then I shot Roger thinking I was protecting the family and I nearly destroyed it instead. ‘Nessa needed Matt, needed to be in charge and have that support for awhile and he was definitely there for her. What they had was real, of all the people on the Internet they found each other again, but Matt he never did understand ‘Nessa the way I did. He wronged her, stealing her money? He might as well of called her stupid, underestimating her business acumen. Sleeping with her daughter? Some people could get over that, ‘Nessa couldn’t. She wasn’t jealous or anything, but he slept with Dinah when she was in a bad place. No way ‘Nessa would ever forgive him taking advantage of her daughter. Besides, Vanessa isn’t all THAT mad at me. Let him think he’s won.”

“You just set him up?”

Billy laughed. “He won a small battle to spend a lot of money for a painting I’m going to be spending a lot of time looking at.  I won the war a long time ago. Besides, just because I won the war doesn’t mean Vanessa doesn’t deserve to be shown I’d fight for her every know again. It’s all for charity anyway.”

“Just what did you do to get her so reiled up anyway?”

“All I did was….”

Scene 25

In a dark corner of the yard the woman with the bun was on her phone. “No, I didn’t win the auction. Two fools ran the price way up over what the other paintings were getting. Bidding any higher and it would draw unwanted attention. We don’t want anyone to know that there is anything special about that painting. Besides I have another idea….”

Scene 26

The rider rode down the hill into Springfield. Needing to collect himself he pulled into the near deserted parking lot of a bar on the edge of town called Outskirts. There were only two customers in the bar. The rider walked over to the bar.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“I’ll take whatever you’ve got on tap…. It’s sure dead around here for Fourth of July weekend.”

“You must be new to town.” The bartender pulled a beer and set it in front of his new customer.


“This is the Fourth. About a third of the town is out on the lake, another third is out at Laurel Falls State Park, some are out of town and the rest are up at the BBQ. Most of our regulars are up at the BBQ. Most of the trade we get today is just hit and run.” He jerked a thumb at a handwritten sign written on the brown inside wall of a case of beer. It read Burgers and Beer. “We make up one stop to go bags for people hitting the road. Then there are always a few people just passing through town.” He shrugged. “It’s enough to make it worth being open.”

The rider set the beer aside untouched, setting it aside to let it warm up. “What’s the BBQ? A whole town couldn’t be at one party.” He already knew all about it, his brother had told him, but he wanted to hear what the locals said and not to arouse suspicion when he asked for directions.

“The Bauers, a local family of doctors, have a big BBQ every year. Everyone’s invited.”


“Ya, it started out just family, then it went to friends, now pretty much anyone in town can show up. It’s the damnedest thing. Even people they don’t like show up and they don’t make them leave. One year an old girlfriend of mine was there and the DA that was trying to put that deaf chick one of them was married to for awhile away for murder showed up and pulled right up to the table like he belonged there and they let him. Anyone can go.”

The rider took a drink of his beer. Still too cold. He swallowed anyway. “Sounds like a thing to see. Where is this place?”

The bartender was disappointed having hoped he’d had a sale of one of his to go bags, but feeling that hope of a new regular was too much to pass up and he gave directions to the Bauer house, up on Skyline Drive.

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Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Bauer BBQ 2017 by Robansuefarm Part 5

March 8, 2018

Author’s Note: We continue with the Bauer BBQ. There are more people around than I’ve specifically named. Feel free to mentally insert any favorite I’ve skipped. Feel free to write in what your fav is doing.

Bauer BBQ 2017 by Robansuefarm Part 5

Scene 16

“Everybody pay attention!” Lizzie called out, but she only got a few of the large crowd to listen. Despite the fact that Lily, her 3 year old daughter, snapped to attention where she was sitting in the “front row”, most of the crowd seemed unimpressed. In a minute, when nothing exciting happened Lily turned back to Karla, Christine’s 1 year old daughter, who Christine was holding. Lizzie had asked Remy and Christina to keep an eye on Lily while they did the games and asked Lily to help keep Karla entertained. A mission she was taking very seriously.

Bill came up behind Lizzie. “You just have to know how to do it.” He stuck to fingers in his mouth and let out a loud whistle followed by “HEY, LISTEN UP!…There you go, darling, you have the floor.” Bill quirked a smile at her and bowed.

Lizzie rolled her eyes and stepped forward. “OK folks! If you haven’t found them yet, we’ve got game equipment set up on that side of the patio and in the side yard. We’ve got horse shoes, corn hole, badminton, bocce ball, ladder toss, pretty much anything you can think of so try anything you want to….Try not to hit anybody though.”

Lizzie double checked her clipboard. “Today we are starting with a brand new team event! We’re going to have an ice cream race. We have two identical ice cream hand-crank ice cream churns, one with chocolate and one with vanilla, and the first one with solid enough ice cream to suit our judges… Buzz and Lillian raise your hands.”

Buzz grabbed Lillian’s hand he held both their hands up triumphantly and then dropped into an exaggerated bow.

“…the first one with ice cream solid enough to suit our judges wins. This is going to be a long race, hand churning ice cream takes awhile, so we’ll do the other races while this one keeps going on. The rules are simple we have two teams, Team Lewis and Team Bauer.”

She was interrupted here by hoots and cheers from the team members. She gave them her best ‘don’t mess with me I’m a mom look’ and they quieted down.

“Each family and anyone they want to designate as ‘family’ can churn for that team. However, someone has to be churning the entire time until somebody wins. We’re setting the churns up here by the pool so people churning can look out and not miss all the fun. If the churn is abandoned at any time during the race, that side forfeits. People can keep going as long as they want and can quit and have another turn later if they want. However, you can NOT churn for both sides and when somebody wins we all eat! So let’s get churning. Bill, you’re starting for Team Lewis.”

Bill walked over to the church and sat down. “Who’s starting for Team Bauer?”

Danny winked at Michelle. “That will be me. You’re going down, Lewis.”

“Want to bet, Santos?”

Lizzie interrupted. “On your mark, get set, churn!”


Scene 17

When people tired of watching churning, it is after all the type of race that is riveting watching only for so long, Lizzie called out the next event. “Time for the egg toss! Everybody grab a partner!”

Except for one unfortunate year, when they had split up in an ill conceived attempt to get Maureen and Clarissa’s brother Kevin hooked up, Maureen Reardon and Clarissa Marler were all time champions at the egg toss. They were paired up again this year, but always itching for good competition. Rusty grabbed Mindy for a partner, Matt got Vanessa to agree, Bridget and Kat teamed up. All told 10 teams lined up in two rows.

Michelle grabbed her husband, “Come on, Danny. Handling something like it was an egg? You’re in good practice this year.” Danny gave her his hands spread “what?” look, handed over the churning duty to Jude and followed her over.

Little Billy Lewis and Dani Santos got out first, somehow managing to both be covered with egg. Frankie Cooper had insisted her new friend Hamp join her and he showed himself to be a good sport when Frankie accidentally nailed him with an egg. She was so horrified that he may not want to be her friend anymore she grabbed him into the house to clean him up herself…which unfortunately meant that before Kat came looking for him he was a wet soggy mess and there were wet towels all over the kitchen. Luckily, Kat remembered the locations of both the downstairs linen closet and the laundry room, so got the mess cleaned up and new towels out before taking Hamp out to get him in fresh clothes and shooing Frankie back out to her father.

Maureen and Clarissa once again took top place, Bridget and Kat took second, and Michelle and Danny took third.


Scene 18

Leah and Dylan were churning away when Lizzie called time for the potato sack race. It was mostly for the kids, but a few adults raced too. Michelle picked up a potato sack, but Danny took it from her and handed it to Robbie. “I was GOING to hand it to him,” she defended.

Little Billy, Frankie, Hamp, Henry, Peyton, Emma, Sarah, and Hope lined up. A few of the other teenagers from around town joined in Lizzie stood at one end of the race and lined up all the racers and Bill stood at the other end holding one end of a ribbon and James on the other end.

Lizzie held up her hand and called out “On your mark, get set, go!” She dropped her hand and they jumped ahead.

Hope pulled out to an early lead, she was bigger and showed the determination she inherited from both her parents. Sarah and Emma were determined to keep up with her. Henry was determined not to be beat by a girl, but soon fell behind. Some of the teenagers they didn’t know pulled ahead, but then Hope found a burst of extra speed. Sarah stayed on her heels. Hope surged ahead again. Sarah’s bag suddenly got tangled up and she tripped and fell laughing. Emma dropped her bag and hurried over to make sure Sarah was OK. Hope didn’t see her fall and came in first, but people they didn’t know took second and third. With a look with just as much determination as Sarah had worn, Little Billy didn’t give up. He might have been last, but he finished the entire course. He would win another year.

Scene 19

Bridget took over for the Bauer churn from Leah so she could race, which meant Dylan couldn’t quit before she did even though he had been churning longer.

Lizzie called, “Everyone for the three legged race!” This race was more for the adults and they lined up to race.

Phillip and Rick paired up, Danny and Ray, Mel and Leah, and Remy and Cyrus all made teams. LTA decided that since Hope had won the potato sack race that Emma and Sarah would be the team for this one. Clarissa and Maureen teamed up again, but the egg toss was really more their event. The teams were filled out with the college students, including Kevin and Jason.

It was a very close race, but it was too hard to beat two young, muscular twins. Kevin and Jason took the prize with Remy and Cyrus coming next.

“No fair! They get all that practice running chasing criminals!” Rick heckled.

Emma and Sarah took third.

Scene 20

Michelle yelled for everyone’s attention. “Hey everybody! I’m sure you all know Katie Parker Reed, she’s the head nurse in the rehabilitation wing at Cedars. Her husband, John Reed, is the head basketball coach at Springfield U. We just had a great discussion over lunch and she’s had a great idea!”

Katie stepped to the center of attention and with the “I was at one of the early big party versions of the BBQ back in the early 80s. Maureen and Ed had a Hawaiian theme that year and had a fun men versus women contest.” The crowd hooted. “It was a tug of war!” More hoots. “And I just happen to have brought a Tug of War rope!”  She raised it above her head. “Let’s pull over the pool. First one to pull someone from the other group into the pool wins.”

Applause broke out as men and women emptied their pockets of electronics and then rushed over to find a place on the rope.

Michelle called out louder than anyone and moved to take the position closest the pool. “You coming, Lewis?” she called.

Danny sprang out of his chair. “That’s it! THAT IS IT!” He stormed over to Michelle. “You have been pushing it all day today and I have HAD IT!” He swept her up in his arms and carried her back into the house. “We need to talk.”

Scene 21

The rider gunned it past the green Entering Springfield sign. Coming in on the bluffs on one side of town, he pulled over on an overlook. Unbeknownst to him he was very near the former location of Casa Santos on the river bluffs on the other side of the river from Skyline Drive where the Spaulding Mansion and the Bauer House were located. He looked out over the town where he had no memories. “I should know this town, I OUGHT to have memories everywhere here.” He spotted the lights of the football field for the high school. “I SHOULD have gone to school there and I would have, if it hadn’t been for HIM.” He pulled back on to the highway and gunned it on in to town. He’d been seeing him soon.

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

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