Showing posts with label WWII. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WWII. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Serious Wednesday: Contemplating Writing When You Don't Know Where to Go.

 I visited Gail Sattler's Blog this past week and shared how hard it was for me to plot the book. 



Here's the link if you'd like to check it out:

https://www.gailkittleson.com/the-spies-of-world-war-ii/#comment-532758

Books one and two came as if it was nothing...just there. 

But book three? 

A bit harder. 

I had to work at it. 

I had to revise, rethink, rewrite before I could get it where I wanted it to go. 

I knew who the two main protagonists were...pretty much.

But the secondary characters?

They were difficult, hiding from me as if they were keeping their personalities, their reason for even being in the book hidden. I had to WORK at finding their information.



But as I always encourage beginning writers to do...

Never, never, never give up.

Keep writing even you feel what you've written is horrible.

Even when you feel you're mentally dead.

Even when you want to.

Keep writing.

Keep winning.

And the results will be there.

Like this:


Happy writing! 



Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Serious Wednesday: A Warm welcome to Gail Kittleson

 Welcome to Gail Kittleson! 


What do fiction writers do when the FACTS behind their stories overwhelm them? They decide to write a non-fiction book. Maybe even two of them!

That’s what Cleo Lampos and I did last spring. The result, two short books delving into two facets of the World War II era—Food and Holidays—released this month. 

Cleo’s an expert researcher, and my interest in this era has grown into an addiction. There’s so much to explore! Real-life characters are so intriguing and irrepressible. They faced impossible challenges with tenacity, courage, and a practical faith that puts mine to shame.

We have so much to learn from these make-do folks, called from their farms and factories and homes to make a difference. Banding together, they certainly did—their ingenuity and creativity astound us.

For example, did you ever hear of potatoes being used as weapons? Well, the Navy found a way!

Even with severe rationing, women on the home front made do to create memorable holiday celebrations for their families. They often accomplished this feat despite an empty place set at the table for a loved one deployed “over there.”

Reading about all these hardy folks endured comes at just the right time, when many of us face restrictions and hardships due to COVID-19. We also may be experiencing tension due to our nation’s political situation, and discovering tactics everyday Greatest Generation folks employed to lighten their stress may provide a healthy dose of much-needed patience.

What better Christmas gift for loved ones confined to their homes than a fact-filled book replete with unique photographs from one of the most trying times in our history?

Connect with Gail here:



Check out her books here: 



About her newest book: 

March 3, 1943

Bethnal Green, London’s East End

Shortly after a quarter past eight, a siren split the air. Marian Williams lifted her sleeping daughter from her bed and darted down the stairs. Her mother and father-in-law, off on air warden duty, had left the front door unlocked.

She hugged her youngest child close. The blackout made the going difficult, but her husband’s instructions echoed in her brain: “Whatever you do, get down inside the station fast as you can.”

She hoped for a spot near the canteen, with access to milk. Uneven light shone over the paved steps. Then she tripped. Her knee hit the concrete, then something bashed her left side. Someone cried out. Another blow scraped her arm on the landing floor. Where was her baby? She attempted to get up, but an even heavier weight slammed her face down. A crushing burden descended, then all went black.

Riding in the backs of Army trucks across North Africa, throughout the Sicily campaign, up the boot of Italy, and northward through France into Germany, Dorothy Woebbeking served as a surgical nurse with the 11th Evacuation Hospital.

During World War II, US Army nurses worked and slept in tents through horrific weather, endured enemy fire, and even the disdain of their own superior officers, who believed women had no place in war. But Dorothy and her comrades persevered, and their skills and upbeat attitude made a huge difference in the lives of thousands of wounded soldiers.

Dorothy and Marian’s stories converge on a simple, hand-stitched handkerchief.

https://www.amazon.com/Until-Then-Women-Heartland-Book-ebook/dp/B07SZ4BD5D/


Thanks for reading! 

Wednesday, June 05, 2019

Serious Wednesday: Take Me Back

Take Me Back… to World War II

There’s an old country music song that includes those words in it. For today, though I want to go back in time and show you one reason why I love the WWII era.
I guess the first time interest sparked inside of me was hearing my mother talk of growing up. The clothes, her jobs, the hardships and fun times, her relationships with family and friends and most of all, the pictures. I fell in love!
While researching the 1940s styles, I realized hats were very much a part of the culture. I became fascinated with the choices of men’s hats I could use. I loved seeing the pictures of men in hats. So romantic. So handsome. So nostalgic.
    • Up until the 1950s men were seldom seen out and about without a hat on their heads.
    • They’re classy and sophisticated, add personality and boost confidence. Hats can show off your personality–give you that extra bit of swagger, add interest or be a unique accent to your outfit.
    • And a few functional reasons? They can add warmth to your head in the cooler weather, shade your eyes from the sun on hotter days, and cover a receding hair line!
For fun, here’s some to peruse. Perhaps it may even convince you to buy one, for yourself or your man.
Flat HatThe Flat Hat. Rounded with a small brim and a high back. It was long associated with the working class man in the United Kingdom. It adds interest to a casual outfit, like worn jeans and t-shirt.
fedoraThe Fedora. At one time, it was considered a necessary accessory for formal and business attire. Today, when a man wears one, he is considered a trendsetter. They are soft, stylish and perfect with dressier outfits and business attire. They were worn by Prohibition-era gangsters, movie stars of the 1940s, and Old Blue Eyes.
The Porkpie. Similar to a fedora, but with a flat top, shorter rim and turned up. It’s associated with jazz and the blues culture.
HomburgThe Homburg. My personal favorite is also similar to the fedora. It lacks the fedora’s pinches, the brim is turned up all the way around, and has a hatband and sometimes a small feather. It’s less casual than a top hat but dressier than a fedora. Politicians and diplomats in the 20th century wore them. Now, carriers a distinct gangster flavor.
BowlerOne more: The Bowler. Hard, made of felt with very short brims. They were worn as signature pieces and protection in many scuffles.
Frank Sinatra said: Cock your hat–angles are attitudes.
  1. Wear your hat pushed back to seem more open and accessible.
  2. Tilt your hat over your eyes to seem mysterious and intimidating.
  3. Tilt your hat up one inch from completely straight to project an all-business attitude.
And finally, Hat Etiquette.
  1. Promptly remove your hat upon entering an elevator, restaurant, or someone’s home. Never wear your hat during a meal.
  2. Touch the brim of your hat lightly when greeting a friend.
  3. Raise the hat by the crown when meeting a female friend in public.
  4. Remove your hat during the national anthem and place it over your heart.
I used the Homburg in With Music in Their Hearts. What type of hat would you like to see me use in the next two books of this series?
And would you like to see these style of hats move back into popular fashion?
What’s your favorite style of hat?

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Angry at being rejected for military service, Minister Tyrell Walker accepts the call to serve as a civilian spy within his own country. Across the river from Cincinnati, Ohio, a spy working for a foreign country is stealing secret plans for newly developed ammunition to be used in the war. According to his FBI cousin, this spy favors pink stationery giving strong indications that a woman is involved.

He’s instructed to obtain a room in the Rayner Boarding House run by the lovely, spunky red-haired Emma Jaine Rayner. Sparks of jealousy and love fly between them immediately even as they battle suspicions that one or the other is not on the up and up.

While Tyrell searches for the murdering spy who reaches even into the boarding home, Emma Jaine struggles with an annoying renter, a worried father (who could be involved in this spy thing), and two younger sisters who are very different but just as strong-willed as she is.

Will their love survive the danger and personal issues that arise to hinder the path of true love?

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Both rebels in their own way, Josie and Jerry Patterson must figure out how to keep the other's love...and keep the German enemy at bay.

She has two loves—her skating and Jerry, her husband. But when he returns home looking like a skeleton trying to return to life, she's scared. What happened in Germany to change a man so much? Has another woman captured his heart?

Jerry has vowed to let Josie live her own glamorous life...especially after what happened in Germany. But when his wife's life is threatened, Jerry realizes he can't stand by and do nothing. Jerry has to risk all for the very soul and life of himself—Josie.

These two damaged, rebellious people learn the hard way that leaning on God instead of their own selves and abilities is the only true way to love and happiness.

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Wednesday, October 01, 2014

Announcing a New WWII novel: With Music in Their Hearts

With Music in Their Hearts
Book One of 
The Spies of WWII

A historical WWII romantic suspense




Angry at being rejected for military service, Minister Tyrell Walker accepts the call to serve as a civilian spy within his own country. Across the river from Cincinnati, Ohio, a spy working for a foreign country is stealing secret plans for newly developed ammunition to be used in the war. According to his FBI cousin, this spy favors pink stationery giving strong indications that a woman is involved. 

He’s instructed to obtain a room in the Rayner Boarding House run by the lovely, spunky red-haired Emma Jaine Rayner. Sparks of jealousy and love fly between them immediately even as they battle suspicions that one or the other is not on the up and up. 

While Tyrell searches for the murdering spy who reaches even into the boarding home, Emma Jaine struggles with an annoying renter, a worried father (who could be involved in this spy thing), and two younger sisters who are very different but just as strong willed as she is.

As Tyrell works to keep his double life a secret and locate the traitor, he refuses to believe that Emma Jaine could be involved even when he sees a red-haired woman in the arms of another man. Could the handsome and svelte banker who’s also determined to win Emma Jaine’s hand for marriage, be the dangerous man he’s looking for? Is the trouble-making renter who hassles Emma Jaine serving as a flunky? Worse, is Papa Rayner so worried about his finances and keeping his girls in the style they’re used to, that he’ll stoop to espionage?

Will their love survive the danger and personal issues that arise to hinder the path of true love?


COMING SOON!
Look for it on Amazon and other places:
November 1, 2014!

Next week:
A sampling of chapter one!

Friday, November 09, 2012

Our Hats are off to . . .

To all Veterans and Military!

A Touching story for you:


Daddy's Poem 

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home;
why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.


But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.


But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why, once again,
she tried to keep hr daughter home.


But the little girl went to school,
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees, a dad
who never calls.


There were daddies along the wall in
back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seat.



One by one the teacher called
on a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.



At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
a man who wasn't there.



"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.


And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."



The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, who
told her to go on.



And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak..

And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.



"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know
all about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.



He loved to tell me stories,
he taught me to ride my bike;
he surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.


We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart;
I know because he told me,

he'll forever be in my heart"


With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.


And from somewhere there in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.


For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,
doing what was a right.


And when she dropped her hand back
down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

 

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.



You see he is an American Soldier
and he died just this past year,
,
when a roadside bomb hit his convoy
and taught Americans to fear.


 

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.



And to her mother's amazement,
she witnessed with surprise,
a room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.


Who knows what they saw before them;
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.



"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.


Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.


And a child was blessed, if only for
a moment, by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.
 
 
 
Blessings!


Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Rick Barry Interview


I'm thrilled to have Rick Barry with us today. Make sure you notice the picture below. Rick purchased a WWII uniform for promotional reasons and wears the uniform at times when doing booksignings! Do check out his books. Now, read on!

How long have you known you wanted to be a writer?

The idea of writing anything at all for publication first struck me in fifth grade. That’s the year I was reading Hardy Boy mysteries and couldn’t get enough of them. I remember sitting down at my father’s desk and taking out a piece of notebook paper. I concocted two boys’ names and started writing. Two or three paragraphs later, I had no idea how to continue what I’d begun and decided I must not have the "right stuff" to be an author. But I still loved to read.

Later, in my sophomore year of college, I entered a magazine’s writing contest just for fun. I didn’t win the contest, but they bought my article and printed it as an honorable mention. Following that first tiny success, I wrote other articles and short fiction for publication on and off for the rest of my college career and never stopped.


What is the genre you write in? Would you explain what it is?


This is a tough question for me. I’ve actually written and sold material for a spectrum of genres, sometimes simply for income, but more often with a spiritual purpose in mind. On the secular side, I’ve freelanced for local newspapers and even written material used for achievement testing in public schools. More often, though, my work has been for Christian publishers, including tween fiction, YA short stories, devotionals, non-fiction articles for teens or adults, and two novels: one fantasy and one World War II story.


What I’m writing at any given moment depends on what message I have to deliver and which audience would be best to receive that message. I might be worried about this rainbow of styles and genres, except most of what I write does sell to publishers. Also, I note that C.S. Lewis likewise delved into widely divergent styles as he penned apologetics, science fiction, and children’s fantasy. Even if I don’t stick to one niche, at least I’m in good company.


How do you spend your writing days?

Very rarely do I have a genuine writing day. I’m not a full-time writer. I hold an administrative position in the home office of a Christian mission. The reality is that I write in whatever spare minutes I can muster. Some days that translates into thirty or so minutes in the morning before my normal work day, followed by another twenty or thirty minutes at the end of my lunch hour, and possibly an hour before bed—if I still have enough functioning brain cells.

Out of necessity, I’ve become an advocate of the tortoise philosophy: "Slow and steady wins the race." I’d love to devote huge blocks of time for writing, but for me that just isn’t possible.

However, if a person can jot just one paragraph in a day, that’s enough words to create an anecdote. If that writer can pen a double-spaced page per day, within a couple of days that’s enough to equal a short devotional. By consistently writing one measly page per day, by the end of a week you’ll have a decent-length article or short story. Using this approach, I wrote both of my novels over the course of roughly a year, although of course I had to spend some days on research, and often on Sundays did neither writing nor research.

What is the spiritual message in your latest book? What can readers expect to gain from reading it?

My latest novel goes by the working title of The Methuselah Project. One editor and one literary agent have requested sample chapters, but it’s not yet sold. As the reader follows the unexpected life of Roger Greene, the story demonstrates how a man who at first doubts the very existence of God can naturally and very rationally embrace God and place faith in Him.

Of course, the reader won’t realize this at the outset. One of the best illustrations I’ve heard concerning Christian fiction is to compare it to hiding a vitamin in a chocolate bar. If you hold up a brown bottle and call out, "Who wants a vitamin?" you won’t get many takers. But if you stroll through a room holding a tray stacked with Snickers, Three Musketeers, Almond Joy, and other candy bars, you’ll find many eager takers. So I try to tuck the "vitamin" of a spiritual message into a delicious story, whether the tale is a short one or a full novel.



Describe your most recent published novel. How and where can readers buy it?

In December 2008 JourneyForth Books published my fantasy novel Kiriath’s Quest. This is a YA fantasy in which the king of Xandria has been kidnapped by an invading horde of Grishnaki, who are physically powerful creatures, but lacking in intellect. In exchange for the king, the Grishnaki demand one thing—the knowledge of how to make steel. The ransom is impossible, for with steel the Grishnaki could create weapons, even armor, and eventually wipe out the humans of Xandria. So Prince Kiriath and his best friend Brand determine to sneak into the Valley of the Grishaki alone in an attempt to free the king before it’s too late.

I can’t promise that every bookstore carries Kiriath’s Quest. Some do; some don’t. The easiest way to buy a copy is to log onto Amazon.com and order it for $8.99.


Where do you get your ideas and your character names? Do you find your characters similar to you in any way?

For Kiriath’s Quest, I had fun picking obscure names out of the Bible for many names. In the Scriptures, for instance, there’s a place called Kiriath-Arba. I chopped off the ending and used the result as the name of my prince.

In my WW II novel, Gunner’s Run, the main character comes from northern Indiana. So I chose a very typical Hoosier name, Jim Yoder, for the starring role in that book.

Frequently the first or last name of my characters carries a hidden implication. The color green signifies life, so I named the leading man of The Methuselah Project Roger Greene, because he ends up living a long time. The significance of such names will whiz over the heads of many readers, but others will catch the meaning.

Are my characters like me in any way? Absolutely. At least the major male characters often are. For example, Jim Yoder took French in high school; so did I. Roger Greene has a huge interest in aviation and military aircraft; so do I. Prince Kiriath esteems devotion, duty, love and loyalty, which are all qualities I admire in any person.

As a Christian writer, I pursue my craft with a biblical worldview. Certainly, not everyone in my stories is good, but I won’t glorify sins that God hates.



Do you ever feel like giving up?

From time to time I’ve felt that temptation. Especially when it’s taking a long while to snag the interest of a publisher for a book. During such times I encourage myself by recalling true publishing stories, such as how the Dr. Seuss books were originally rejected time and again before finally achieving acclaim. Many well-known authors today endured multiple rejections before achieving publication. So, even though we’d all rather be overnight successes, that doesn’t usually happen.

On the other hand, there are special rewards and joys that balance out the tedium and lonely hours spent pecking away at a keyboard. A teacher in Ohio once mailed me a large envelope of fan letters from her students, who wrote bold statements such as, "You are my favorite author!" An adult travel agent in Texas contacted me to say that she had suffered a stroke and been diagnosed with cancer shortly before reading Gunner’s Run. She identified with the main character, who began Chapter 1 angry at God. "The spiritual journey of Jim Yoder mirrored my own," she wrote me. Later, an 88-year-old former B-24 pilot read the same novel and urged his wife to read it too. They got in touch and invited my wife and me to an evening of refreshments and shared his own experiences of being shot down over Romania, which was fascinating!



Who has inspired you the most?

I enjoy reading a wide variety of authors, including Jack London, Arthur Conan Doyle, Robin Cook, Clive Cussler, and many others. I consider J.R.R. Tolkien the master of quality fantasy, and his work definitely inspired Kiriath’s Quest. When I’m crafting stories set in WW II, however, non-fiction accounts of men who served overseas provide more inspiration than fiction writers do.


How did you choose (or get chosen by) a publisher? Now do you sit back and relax from the success?

It was at a very non-literary Bible conference that I began chatting with two editors from JourneyForth. They expressed interest in seeing Gunner’s Run, bought it, and then wanted to see my next manuscript too.

Personally, though, I don’t believe that seeing my work published ever justifies sitting back and applauding my accomplishments. I apply the mindset of the Apostle Paul in Philippians 3:13-14, where he explains that he forgets those things that are behind and keeps pressing forward for God. That attitude nips vain pride in the bud and contributes to greater productivity.



Share some of your likes and dislikes, your hobbies and interests. Where would you travel if you could?

Some of my likes are photography, the scent of lilacs wafting on a spring breeze, a gloriously brilliant sunset of reds, oranges, pinks and purples, spicy Mexican dishes, conversing in foreign languages (I’ve studied French, Spanish, and Russian), and listening to a sermon that suddenly helps me to understand a Bible passage as never before.

For dislikes, I might mention fried fish, the long-lasting odor of a dead skunk (why can’t someone invent a perfume that lasts so long?), the haughty air of people who seem to believe they are superior to others, the taste of Brussels sprouts, and the irritating whine of mosquito wings hovering by my ear.

History in general interests me, and the WW II period has fascinated me since my teen years. Just recently my wife and I fulfilled a longtime wish of mine to travel to France, where we rented a car and toured Normandy, spending a full day at the D-Day beaches where Allied troops came ashore. I enjoy international travel, and my regular ministry has taken me to Eastern Europe over thirty times. Such trips are sure to provide my imagination with fodder for future stories.


Do you have a web page? Anything else to add?

My web site is www.rick-barry.com. At the moment I don’t host a blog. If I do start one, first I’ll make sure I have enough interesting material to make it worth people’s time, since thousands of other blogs are already vying for readers’ attention.

As a final word to my fellow Christian authors, I would encourage them to reconsider regularly the question, "Why am I really writing?" If the answer is simply "to earn a living," that’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with any honest, moral method of feeding yourself and your family.

If, however, the main goal (admitted or not) is to get rich, or to feel the pride of seeing your name in print, or to give others a reason to admire you, then I humbly say that your goals are falling short of their potential. If God has given you a talent for this craft, let me suggest that you polish that skill and use it to entertain and instruct while edifying believers, while pointing unbelievers to the Cross, and ultimately to glorify the God who placed us on this planet. May we wordsmiths let our lights shine to glorify Him, not ourselves, as we exercise the skills He has given us.


Thank you so much, Rick, for being here today! I've really enjoyed reading your answers. May God's richest blessings rest upon your writing endeavors.





Blessings, dear readers!

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Coming Tomorrow!

An exciting interview with Rick Barry, author of the Gun Runner's series set in WWII. Don't miss it!


Here is Dwight Ritter's contact information one more time. I realize that it didn't show up on the interview blog with him last Wednesday correctly.
http://www.dwightritter.com/ (website)
http://www.emersonthemagnificent.com/ (to buy the book)
http://dwightritter.blogspot.com/ (blogspot)
http://joannritterfineart.com/ (wife's art site)

Do check out Dwight's wonderful book! You'll love it.

Quote:
Who does not thank for little will not thank for much. --Estonian proverb

Blessings!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

A Lady Named Irene . . .

I'm fascinated with the World War II era. Here's a story that a friend sent recently that I've been wanting to share. Enjoy, search out, study on it, whatever. I think it's worth reading.


There recently was the death of a 98-year-old lady named Irena Sendler. During WWII, Irena, got permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist.

She had an ulterior motive . . .

She KNEW what the Nazi's plans were for the Jews, (being German).

Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of her tool box she carried, and she also carried in the back of her truck a Burlap sack, (for larger kids). She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto.

The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog, and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.

During her time and course of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants.

She was caught, and the Nazi's broke both her legs and arms and beat her severely.

Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard.

After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it, and reunited the family. Most, of course, had been gassed. Those kids she helped were placed into foster family homes or adopted.

Last year Irena was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize . . .


For more about her go to http://www.irenasendler.org/



Quote:
The best sermons are lived, not preached.


Blessings!

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