Posted by: Author | September 11, 2015

Friday Facts- September 11, 2015- Corrie Ten Boom

Corrie Ten Boom was born in the Netherlands on April 15, 1892. She was the daughter of a jeweler/watchmaker. She lived in a town called Haarlam which is near Amsterdam. She eventually became a watchmaker herself- being the first female licensed as such in 1922. Her family lived upstairs from their shop and were strict Calvinists which meant offering aid to those in need.

When the Nazis invaded the Netherlands in 1940, it was no longer safe for Jewish people to walk the streets. Corrie would make house calls to collect their timepieces and then return them once she’d repaired them. On one visit to a Jewish home, when the father was called upstairs by his children to tuck them in, Corrie realized these people were trying to keep up a normal life in abnormal circumstances. At any time, there could be a knock on the door and they could be hauled away in the back of a truck. She, at that moment, asked God to use her to help the Jewish people.

Her family had a secret closet installed in Corrie’s bedroom. It could hold 6 people if they stood. They also had a buzzed installed so there would be a one minute warning if the patrols were on the streets. This would give the people they were aiding a chance to hide. It is believed Corrie and her family saved over 800 lives.

Eventually, someone turned them in and Corrie’s father and sister died in camps. The six people they were hiding at the time weren’t found and after staying in the closet for three days, they were rescued by the Dutch underground. Corrie was released from the camp where she was sent some ten months after capture without a reason given.

If you have never read The Hiding Place, you should.  I read it in middle school and it has always stayed with me. What a brave, Christian lady she was. 51XFKp6q0-L__SX322_BO1,204,203,200_

Corrie died on her 91st birthday, April 15, 1983. The Jewish belief system is that only specially blessed individuals are granted the privilege of dying on the date of their birth.  Though she was not Jewish, she truly was a blessing to a number of them.

Posted by: Author | September 9, 2015

Wordless Wednesday

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Posted by: Author | September 7, 2015

Tuesday Tales- September 8, 2015- Picture Prompt

This week’s Tuesday Tales is a picture prompt that fits marvelously with the story I’m writing now, A Brush with Death about a pre-WWII vampire hunter.  Where we are in the story is he has a tip about a meeting and he’s on his way to scope it out with a co-hunter, Allison. Allison has a twin sister and Declan is fond of one sister and not the other. He’s already had a run in with the other sister, Annette earlier in the day when she arrived to tell him his mother sent her to assist him.

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Allison reached over and squeezed Declan’s hand. “I’m glad to see you. I was a bit daunted to be going out there on my own.”

Declan wondered for a moment why his mother Siobhan didn’t send Allison instead of Annette but then realized exactly why and tamped that thought down.

“I’m glad to have you onboard as well.” He laughed. “Literally, I guess since we’re on a train.”

“Not for long. Here’s our stop.” Allison stood.

Declan was glad to see she was dressed for action as opposed to the fancy duds her sister sported earlier in the day. She wore a pair of black loose-fitting slacks and a black blouse. A black cap was in her hand and carried a bag similar to his.

“Let’s see what we find then, shall we?” Declan asked.

On the platform, the only two humans in the area, Declan looked up at the sky. “Great. What could be better? Fog and a full moon. Are you sure we aren’t in some film noir?”

At that moment, some animal howled in the distance. Allison nodded her head. “Yes, we are. That was all that was lacking. Come on.”

Wondering what exactly they were going to find, Declan led the way across the concrete platform and out into the darkness.

They walked for a long while and eventually entered a forest full of pines and other coniferous trees. If possible, it was even darker except in the areas where the moonlight shone through the treetops and fog.

The howling they’d heard intermittently seemed to stop for a few minutes but then started again briefly until it was cut off by a guttural squeal.

“Feeding time?” Allison said.

Declan nodded grimly.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 reads as follows (King James Version as I love the language):

1. To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven:

2. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up tat which is planted;

3. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to buildup;

4. A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance;

5. A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6. A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7. A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8. A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Pete Seegar was a singer/songwriter as well as an activist. He wrote the above song from these Bible verses when his publisher told him he couldn’t sell his protest songs. Click here for the whole story.

Posted by: Author | September 2, 2015

Wordless Wednesday

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Posted by: Author | August 31, 2015

Tuesday Tales – September 1, 2015- Hardy

This week’s word for Tuesday Tales is Hardy. Since I’ve now got my Regency story out on submission, I’ve started a new paranormal story and….wait for it…I already have a title!  That’s a big deal since they are so hard for me usually.  It’s called A Brush with Death. The hero is a vampire hunter named Declan. This is pre-WWII and he’s on a quest to stop Hitler from amassing an army of vampires to aid in his invasion plans. We start in Venice, Italy where Declan is on the trail of a vampire named Ambrose Schumacher. Declan has found the vamp’s caregiver and is hoping to be led to the lair of his quarry.

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Deciding the gnome wouldn’t have led him directly to Schumacher, Declan made the decision to find a seat at one of the cafés and keep watch for a while. He ordered an espresso and, keeping an eye on the building, sipped it as he thought over the last few days. Shuddering a bit as the first swallow went down, Declan tried not to laugh at himself. A caffeine jolt always helped him but the taste of espresso wasn’t really his favorite. A good Irish lad loves his tea.

And according to his dearly departed mum, he was a good lad. At least that’s what he kept telling himself as well as why he kept doing this job.

At the thought of his mother, her voice whispered in his ear, “Do you think ye should be lally-gagging here when there’s work to be done, Declan?”

One of the problems with having a faery as a mother was that, if they were strong, even when they died and went to the land of Si, they could still communicate and be heard.

“Yes, Mother. I know. I’ve a coming war to try to stop, but I sometimes must stop for food, sleep or even an espresso.” He whispered the words into his cup he held up to his mouth. The waiter would probably think he was insane talking to himself at the table.

“I bet Padriac isn’t resting.”

Declan bet his brother wasn’t resting either. The man was a paragon. Hardy, brave, and daring. Exhaustion wasn’t in his vocabulary. Being born into a family of vampire hunters with a dose of faery blood made both sons strong and gifted but Padriac seemed to have received a double dose of everything good and a quarter portion of all the bad traits. Declan had given up competing with Padriac many years before but their mother insisted on comparing the two at every opportunity. Declan always seemed to fall short even though he was successful in his own right. Nothing he ever did measured up to the standards set by the elder brother.

“I’m sure he isn’t, Mother. I, on the other hand, am wet through and through and since my quarry is at the top of a tower I can’t reach, I thought I’d wait him out down here.”

“It would help if you would pay attention then as the man seems to be on the run.”

Declan glanced up in time to see the gnome-like man skedaddle down the side of the tower that was just out of his line of sight. Lucky for Declan that he has his mother on the lookout and that the little man seemed to not have control of his jutting elbow since that was all Declan could see from where he was seated.

Tossing some lira onto the table to pay for his drink, Declan heaved himself out of the chair and resumed his chase. He regretted the lapse in attention that his conversation with his mother caused. She, of course, would say it was his fault for almost losing the man and wouldn’t see at all the role she’d played in distracting him from his goal. Score one more for Padriac.

Posted by: Author | August 28, 2015

Friday Facts- August 28, 2015- Harry Nilsson

Harry Nilsson was a singer/songwriter and had a number of hits including, “you can’t do that,”  “I guess the Lord must be in New York City” and “coconut” .

He hung out with a lot of famous folks, including the Beatles Three Dog Night and the Mamas and Papas.  Sadly, Cass Elliott stayed at his apartment in London when she was in the city for a concert at the Palladium. She died at that apartment of heart failure in July of 1974.

Four years later, in early September of 1978, Keith Moon, drummer of The Who stayed at the same apartment when he was visiting London. After dining with his girlfriend as well as Paul and Linda McCarthy, he returned to that apartment. He died the next day of an overdose of a sedative designed to help with alcohol withdrawal.

What a heritage to have for your apartment, right?

A number of Mr. Nilsson’s friends passed away at a relatively young age.  Here’s an article for further reading if you’re interested.

 

 

Posted by: Author | August 26, 2015

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Posted by: Author | August 21, 2015

Friday Facts- August 21, 2015- West Point

West Point is the oldest operating (continuingly) Army post in the USA. It.started out as a fort during the time of the Revolutionary War and was occupied by the Continental Army from 1778. Benedict Arnold was the commander at the time he committed his act of treason. He entered into a plot to sell it to the British for a sum of money.

Thomas Jefferson, when he was president, in 1801, set in motion the creation of the U.S. Military Academy at West Point. The first graduates came out in 1802. How many cadets do you think that was? A grand total of two. Yep, two.  The first was Joseph Gardner Swift and the second was Simeon Magruder Levy. Mr. Levy was also the first Jewish grad of the Academy.

Another interesting tidbit is that out of the five five-star generals in WWII, four of them were West Point men.

And one more tidbit: one of my former beaus went there after he graduated high school (a year ahead of me). When he came home, he looked quite dashing in his uniform.

In later years, one of my lawyer friends who was in the army taught there. How cool was that?

Posted by: Author | August 19, 2015

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