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The Sand Vines
Book Title: The Sand Vines
Series: The Vine Saga
Author: Michèle CALLARD
Publication Date: 01 May 2024
Publisher: Millefeuille Press
Page Length: 400
Genre: Historical fiction
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Book Title and Author Name:
The Sand Vines
By Michèle Callard
Blurb:
Bordeaux 1870 – Life is hard on the moor.
If Flore, a shepherd’s daughter, is not married by autumn, she must go into service and lose everything she holds dear.
Back form the French army, the dashing Ricar has set her heart and body on fire. Will he propose to her before it is too late?
Martial the viscount’s son adores Flore from afar. Aware that she can never be his. When a betrayal and a forest fire put Flore in danger, Martial seizes his chance, grabs her hand and takes her to safety far away in the north of France, hoping they might start afresh, but war looms. . .
Will it bring them together or tear them apart?
Excerpt 4
Bateau-Mouche on the Seine
After a quick lunch taken in reflective silence, Martial sat next to Flore on a Bateau-Mouche they had boarded near Notre Dame, the boats yet another of the emperor’s schemes to improve circulation through his beloved Paris. It was a blustery day, but inside the space was warm and dry.
‘May I ask you a question?’ Flore asked as the Bateau-Mouche steamed towards a medieval edifice of blackened stone and slate.
‘Of course.’ A smile lifted the corner of his lips. The elegant Parisienne he had tried to create had obviously been a step too far. With the money he had lent her, Flore had purchased ready-made garments that suited both her country accent and simple manners much better.
‘What kind of work do you think I could to do in—Utopia? I mean, I can stuff a goose and skin a rabbit, but these aren’t exactly skills that are useful in a town, though I’m quite good at counting money. What kind of place is it?’
‘I’m not quite sure, but it really is vast, and I imagine, well, yes, there should definitely be—opportunities.’ Diou biban, what could he say?
The boat veered to one side, narrowly avoiding a huge coal barge. Angry hoots covered Flore’s reply. Something about a shop.
Martial settled deeper into his seat with a sigh of content and breathed in a long draft of river air. ‘Look over there, the Louvre is coming up.’
‘What if there isn’t any work for me in—what’s the name of the place again?’
‘Guise,’ Martial answered, marvelling at the Louvre the emperor had turned into a museum. ‘Would you like to visit a museum? If so, we should get off at the next stop. Is it something you would like to do?’
‘Yes.’ Flore gave a serious nod.
‘Then we should get off here.’ Martial pushed himself up and held out a hand.
‘Huh? I thought we were going all the way to the Champs Elysées?’
‘You just told me that you wanted to visit the Louvre Museum.’
Flore gave him a puzzled look.
Had they been talking at cross purposes? Did Flore even understand the concept of a museum? Martial sat down again, about to explain, when Flore spoke, following her own train of thought. ‘If I can’t find a position, what will I do then, all alone in the north?’
‘But you won’t be alone. I’ll be there. Don’t worry. I’m sure that Monsieur Godin will’
‘But what if he doesn’t? I really think it’s best for me to stay in Paris.’
‘Stay in Paris?’ Suddenly, the river lost all its appeal. The flatboats slipping by, the sprawling Tuileries, the huge horses pulling barges along the banks vanished from Martial’s field of vision, reduced to one person, calmly proposing to disappear from his life.
‘Minnie will find me something.’
‘Minnie?’
‘The American dancer who lives in the room below mine,’ Flore insisted. ‘I mentioned her to you. She knows people, both in her theatre and in the mattress shop next to it. Rue Trévise, perhaps you’ve heard of it. It’s called—’
‘Wait.’ Martial swallowed hard, his carefully laid plans tumbling around him like a house of cards. This simply could not be. He could not let her go. It would mean losing his Émile, the female counterpart to Rousseau’s guileless pupil. She was so bright, and with just a little guidance, she could achieve so much. Without Flore, the whole utopian experiment would make no sense. Life would make no sense. His hands hovered next to hers. Unable to touch her, he took off his hat and kneaded the rim. ‘Listen, Paris is a dangerous place for a girl on her own. If anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself.’ He stared at his hat and replaced it on his head.
Flore turned away, her gaze on the columns of the Palais Bourbon. Although they had reached their stop, neither of them moved. Martial’s heart slowed down to the heavy chug of the wheel. Lost in a strange fog, he found himself praying to the very God he had forsaken, praying for his turmoil to end.
‘This is what we will do,’ he said in a tired voice. ‘If Monsieur Godin cannot find you a position, I will personally bring you back to Paris.’
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Michèle Callard grew up in France. A country girl at heart, she swapped her Paris flat for a cottage in rural England where she lives with her Irish husband and the youngest of her three sons.
She writes fast-paced novels set in different regions of France, bursting with authentic characters, colours, flavours and history.
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DRAWN APART
From Amazon:
When Avalon Martelli and Stephanie Lambert meet at the start of their junior year at Mystekal High, they form an instant connection. Stephanie is from South Jersey and Avalon from North Jersey, and they both feel out of place in the Southern California desert.
Aside from having a home state in common, they each possess a talent for art and the heartbreak of a broken family. Avalon has the gift of sight, where the future is sometimes revealed in her paintings, while Stephanie’s drawings are all about forever love. As Stephanie, a self-described poetry geek and hopeless romantic, talks about past lives and eternal happiness, Avalon denies she’s in love with her best guy friend, River Dalworth, who is attending art school in Los Angeles.
Only weeks before graduation, Stephanie is in a car accident and falls into a coma. Devastated, Avalon believes it is all her fault. The night before, she had painted Stephanie with her head against the steering wheel—and hadn’t told her. She confides this to River, who has come home to be with her, but he can’t convince her she’s not to blame. Avalon loudly proclaims to the universe that she no longer wants her gift, but River warns her she may receive another one in its place.
Avalon and her family, along with Stephanie’s mother, pray for a miracle. River tries to console her, but she finds his presence difficult, knowing he has someone else who “just might be the one.” Trying to push her own pain and disappointment aside, Avalon keeps vigil for her best friend, hoping that Stephanie will wake up and have her greatest wish fulfilled— the meeting of her soul mate.
5.0 out of 5 stars Unique storyReviewed in the United States on June 6, 2024
Well, this was certainly a unique story for me. I’ve not read books one or two, but this book was fine as a stand-alone story. Some people in real life have super powers of sorts. They tend to be highly creative as well. That is just a touch of the surprises found within. I love a good love story with ones soulmate, and this book has more than one pair of soulmates. Tears are shed and misunderstandings happen, sad endings happen yet new beginnings occur. Avalon and Stephanie both know their soulmates, and a struggle occurs for each couple. Mixed into all of this are beautiful and meaningful poetry. This book is actually a book of prose poetry in how the relationships mesh and how amazing each one who has a special ability comes to the forefront. I believe that some people are this way in real life. Avvie and Riv, Steph and Theo, are two sets of soulmates, despite the perceived angst among them in not believing that one person loves another, and misunderstanding arises. Five shiny gold stars.
The Lost Women of Mill Street
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Book Title: The Lost Women of Mill Street
Series: n/a
Author: Kinley Bryan
Publication Date: May 7, 2024
Publisher: Blue Mug Press
Page Count: 300
Genre: Historical Fiction
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Book Title and Author Name:
The Lost Women of Mill Street
by Kinley Bryan
Blurb:
1864: As Sherman’s army marches toward Atlanta, a cotton mill commandeered by the Confederacy lies in its path. Inside the mill, Clara Douglas weaves cloth and watches over her sister Kitty, waiting for the day her fiancé returns from the West.
When Sherman’s troops destroy the mill, Clara’s plans to start a new life in Nebraska are threatened. Branded as traitors by the Federals, Clara, Kitty, and countless others are exiled to a desolate refugee prison hundreds of miles from home.
Cut off from all they’ve ever known, Clara clings to hope while grappling with doubts about her fiancé’s ambitions and the unsettling truths surrounding his absence. As the days pass, the sisters find themselves thrust onto the foreign streets of Cincinnati, a city teeming with uncertainty and hostility. She must summon reserves of courage, ingenuity, and strength she didn’t know she had if they are to survive in an unfamiliar, unwelcoming land.
Inspired by true events of the Civil War, The Lost Women of Mill Street is a vividly drawn novel about the bonds of sisterhood, the strength of women, and the repercussions of war on individual lives.
Kinley Bryan, author of The Lost Women of Mill Street
When Angels Fly
Guest Post for June 4, 2024
American milliners in the Civil War era
“Had a most turbulent morning seeing the washerwoman, dressmaker & milliner…” –Diary of Emily Marshall Elliot, June 9, 1864
My latest historical novel, The Lost Women of Mill Street, takes place during the final year of the American Civil War. While it is a wartime story, it is also a coming-of-age survival tale that takes place far from the battlefield.
In part of the story, the millinery profession plays an important role. While I knew little about 19th century American milliners when I began writing, I learned much from The Female Economy: The Millinery and Dressmaking Trades, 1860-1930 by Wendy Gamber.
Though portrayed in fiction of the time as genteel women, most milliners were from the working class.
Gamber writes that most late 19th century U.S. milliners “seem to have been upwardly mobile daughters of the working class.” Despite the portrayal of fictional milliners as formerly well-to-do women who have fallen on hard times—and who yearn to be rescued by marriage—this seems not to be the case. Gamber says that “actual tradeswomen distinguished themselves by their widespread rejection of [marriage].”
The typical 19th-century American milliner was an unmarried woman in her thirties or forties (also white and native born)
Gamber uses data from the city of Boston for this assessment. Whether these Boston milliners were enthusiastically single or reluctantly so, Gamber says, is difficult to know. While “single women were uniquely free from male control,” they were also “the most economically vulnerable, for they generally had access to less capital” than their married counterparts.
There was a hierarchy among workers in a millinery shop
On the lowest rung were the apprentices. After completing an apprenticeship (which could take anywhere from three months to two years), an employee would advance to the role of maker—one who creates the hat shapes. From there a maker could be promoted to trimmer. A more artistic role, the trimmer would adorn the hat shapes with ribbons, lace, flowers, and other trimmings. While some high-end shops also employed designers to create the designs that trimmers would follow, most often it was the trimmer who did both the designing and trimming work.
Custom millinery disappeared over time with the growing popularity of ready-to-wear styles
Men’s hats were more easily mass produced, and some manufacturers were doing so as early as the 1840s. But women’s hats, especially the elaborate styles of the late 19th century, were less well-suited to mass production. Customers of that era expected diversity; they did not want the same hat that was worn by hundreds of others.
This began to change by the early 20th century, when increasing numbers of women were buying ready-to-wear hats sold at a retailer, rather than custom hats made by a milliner in a shop. With the help of mechanical inventions, economies of scale, and division of labor, manufacturers were able to produce hats more cheaply than a tradeswoman could. Gamber says that by the early 1900s, the “ready-to-wear hat was cheap; the average consumer, finding prices at an all-time low, was more than willing to sacrifice quality for quantity.”
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Kinley Bryan’s debut novel, Sisters of the Sweetwater Fury, inspired by the Great Lakes Storm of 1913 and her own family history, won the 2022 Publishers Weekly Selfies Award for adult fiction. An Ohio native, she lives in South Carolina with her husband and three children. The Lost Women of Mill Street is her second novel.
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** Stumbling Stones **
Book Title: Stumbling Stones
Series: n/a
Author: Bonnie Suchman
Publication Date: May 9, 2024
Publisher: Black Rose Writing
Page Length: 282
Genre: Historical Fiction
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Book Title and Author Name:
Stumbling Stones
by Bonnie Suchman
Blurb:
Shortlisted for the Hawthorn Prize 2024
“Alice knew that Selma sometimes felt judged by their mother and didn’t always like it when Alice was praised and Selma was not. Alice glanced over at her sister, but Selma was smiling at Alice. In what Alice understood might be Selma’s last act of generosity towards her sister, Selma was going to let Alice bask in the glow of Emma’s pride toward her elder daughter. Then the three shared a hug, a hug that seemed to last forever.”
Alice Heppenheimer, born into a prosperous German Jewish family around the turn of the twentieth century, comes of age at a time of growing opportunities for women.
So, when she turns 21 years old, she convinces her strict family to allow her to attend art school, and then pursues a career in women’s fashion. Alice prospers in her career and settles into married life, but she could not anticipate a Nazi Germany, where simply being Jewish has become an existential threat. Stumbling Stones is a novel based on the true story of a woman driven to achieve at a time of persecution and hatred, and who is reluctant to leave the only home she has ever known.
But as strong and resilient as Alice is, she now faces the ultimate challenge – will she and her husband be able to escape Nazi Germany or have they waited too long to leave?
Why I Chose the Title “Stumbling Stones”
Germans have coined the term “Erinnerungskultur,” or “culture of remembrance,” to refer to the policy of confronting Nazi-era crimes by acknowledging responsibility for the Holocaust. Erinnerungskultur has resulted in large-scale government-funded memorials throughout Germany. But the culture of remembrance has also resulted in grassroots initiatives like the “Stolpersteine” or “stumbling stones” – small, engraved brass paving stones commemorating victims in the streets where they used to live. A German artist, Gunter Demnig, began this commemoration project in 1993 to commemorate the victims of Nazi oppression, which included Jews, Roma (Gypsies), homosexuals, and dissidents.
In the prologue to my novel Stumbling Stones, the reader is introduced to stumbling stones, and three stumbling stones in particular – the stones of Alice Heppenheimer’s sister, mother, and brother-in-law. The novel is based on a true story, and those stumbling stones do exist, in front of Böhmerstrasse 60 in Frankfurt, Germany. The residents of the apartment building decided to have stumbling stones placed in front of their building to remember Emma Heppenheimer and Selma and Lippmann Lewin, and the stones were laid in 2014. Here are their stones:
None of the apartment owners had any obvious connection to Emma, Selma or Lippmann, but I would like to think that they were inspired by Erinnerungskultur.
After learning about the Stolpersteine project from the research I had done on his family, my husband and his siblings decided to have stumbling stones laid for their father, uncle, grandfather, and grandmother. On October 12, 2021, stumbling stones were placed at the former home of Max and Recha Heppenheimer in Mannheim, Germany, to remember them and their two sons Kurt (Curtis) and Alfred (Fred). Even though my husband’s father (Curtis), uncle, and grandmother survived the Holocaust, they were still victims, having been forced from their home and forced to emigrate to survive.
Stolpersteine are intended to remind us of the victims of the Holocaust in a personal way, because you can see and touch the brass plates. Every time you walk by a plate embedded in a sidewalk, you are reminded that the person commemorated on the plate had live in the building and had been forced to leave that home by the Nazis. That person may have emigrated to America or may perished in the Holocaust. Either way, that person was a victim. And so, I chose the title Stumbling Stones because I wanted the book to serve as a stumbling stone for Alice Heppenheimer. She was victim because all European Jews were victims of the Holocaust. And I also chose the title because I wanted to remind the reader of the importance of remembering the Holocaust. We don’t have Stolpersteine in America, and so I hope my book can serve as a stumbling stone to the reader, for Alice and for all the victims of the Holocaust.
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Bonnie Suchman is an attorney who has been practicing law for forty years. Using her legal skills, she researched her husband’s family’s 250-year history in Germany, and published a non-fiction book about the family, Broken Promises: The Story of a Jewish Family in Germany. Bonnie found one member of the family, Alice Heppenheimer, particularly compelling. Stumbling Stones tells Alice’s story. Bonnie has two adult children and lives in Maryland with her husband, Bruce.
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Mollie McQueen is NOT Ruining Christmas
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Mollie is back for Christmas!
“Be naughty and save Santa a trip. It’s better for the planet…”
There was little over a week to go until Christmas Day, but Mollie McQueen hadn’t sent a single card. She hadn’t purchased one gift, and she hadn’t decked the halls with anything other than mountains of wet laundry.
Usually, come the first of December, the McQueen house resembled Santa’s grotto. Stockings would hang from the fireplace, his and hers advent calendars would be propped up on the mantlepiece, and the two sparkly polar bears bought by Mollie’s mother would stand proudly on the windowsill.
This year, all was quiet on the Christmas front. The door was missing its usual wreath, the sprig of mistletoe was absent from the hallway, and the alcove in the living room was minus the retro tree that Mollie normally insisted on rolling out on the first day of December.
When Mollie first announced her plans to strip Christmas back to basics, she received nothing but negative feedback. Max accused her of trying to ruin Christmas, Margot advised her to chuck back a daily vitamin D pill in a bid to rediscover her Christmas spirit, and Mrs Heckles had taken to singing Christmas carols through Mollie’s letterbox.
Despite their grumbling, Mollie was determined to prove to everyone that you could enjoy Christmas without falling victim to the endless marketing campaigns that emotionally blackmailed you into purchasing unnecessary gifts for people who would rather have a pack of socks and a slice of Yule log.
With her no-Christmas Christmas amassing quite the guestlist, Mollie had an almighty task on her hands.
Can she convince her nearest and dearest that the true meaning of Christmas had nothing to do with expensive gifts and garish decorations?
One thing’s for sure, Mollie McQueen is NOT Ruining Christmas.
My Review:
This book is funny. Hilarious, actually. Mollie decides to make Christmas all about the reason for the season and helping less fortunate people through actual working for free, while all the while bringing the true and best of any Christmas come to be. Never mind the kooky homemade gifts Mollie made, or tossing beans into mashed potatoes, but Mollie has everyone worried about what they will eat and the gift giving doesn’t line up with past years. Decorations are off the table and slowly but surely, time happens, and the true sense of the best Christmas ever happens.
Fashion Show – For Larger Women!
ALL women are beautiful! Wear your clothes with pride and self-confidence!
Fashion Show! I Love Clothes!
I loved setting up and posting a unique fashion show to my art gallery yesterday. I post hand painted in Oil Paint pieces, Photography Works, Stained Glass, and more including AI Pieces. With that written, the link to this fashion show is here.
Grief, Loss, Love, and Anger
It should go without saying that with great love comes great loss. As fiercely one can love another, then loss happens, that is how acute this loss will be. I made this post public in the hope that it will be shared and thus, help others. I’m writing this post with sincere honesty. If my words help to validate another person’s loss, then my pain in writing this verbiage was worth it.
If a person loses a child, a parent, a sibling, and so on, the level of your love will equal the pain of your loss. The King of Loss is Child Loss.
I’ve lost many loved ones, many felt more acutely and for longer than others. I’ve lost many, but my first horrible and acute loss was the death of my baby brother after heart surgery to repair the heart issues that came with Down Syndrome. An innocent one, not quite age three years. A baby I changed diapers, gave small bits of nutrition and heart medicine (digitalis), and that meant careful measuring of dose, or he could die, and I was the one honored with baking his last earthly birthday cake. It took a lot of time to deal with this loss.
Sadly, I gave birth to my oldest son, knowing he was already gone to heaven, as he’d strangled on his umbilical cord inside me, yet still had to deliver him. It did not go well at all. At that point in time, Shane dying ripped me apart. It was too much. Dealing mechanisms failed. I chose a 30 day stay in a psych unit coming to grips with his death. I still feel his loss to this day, but not acutely, not all consuming. With the great love I had for him, the loss was too much. I wasn’t weak. My little brother had died one year prior, my stepdad only a few months earlier.
The following year, I gave birth to my rainbow baby, Gene, and I was scared as he was born blue, after 30 plus hours of intense labor. It came down to one last push from me and the doctor using suction cups to bring him into the world. I thank the Lord every day for this blessing. That was December 1983. Something bright and good came into my world.
Come April 1985, my third son was born. I was in bliss. We were a family of four. I won’t delve into the relationship I had at the time with my boy’s father. Sammy was a happy and well-fed baby, just like his brother, Gene. He started getting sick a lot in September 1989. Multiple sinus infections, ear infections, and he even picked up mononucleosis! His mono spot was positive, and the doctors were amazed. Source: Most likely grocery shopping cart. Reason: Lowered immune system due to treating his multiple infections.
He remained sick and had head x-rays and CT scans, sadly misread by a radiologist in Salina. His pediatrician never looked at the scans. The Ellsworth doctors never looked at the scans. During this time, Sam had a “bad head hurt” that he didn’t tell me about until after diagnosis.
Mono comes from the Epstein Barr Virus. If a person gets this virus, they can get nasopharyngeal cancer. That was the cause of my little boy developing his nasopharyngeal cancer. When finally diagnosed, it had already spread to his brain and both lungs. He endured a living h*** for eight months at KU MED, after diagnosis.
His manner of death was traumatizing and with horrendous pain at only age five years. My loss was so palpable, I was not a pleasant person. He died in October 1990.
I was extremely angry at God. Why did my son suffer? I still attended church; I was picky on how things would be for my middle son when he was young. I was ANGRY at God. With GREAT love comes GREAT loss. Acute loss that is still felt at times, and right now as I write this piece. Many years, I’d go up to confession and discuss my anger at God. Bishop Fitzsimmons helped me the most. I no longer have anger at God, and I haven’t had anger at Him for a very long time. Not since 1993.
Why did I write all the above? There are people in the Ellsworth community and county, and around the world who are going through huge losses. It’s an unquantifiable loss for each person. It’s normal to go back and forth after a huge loss. Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross became my friend, and she helped me the most with phone calls and emails after Sammy died. Our connection was special.
People are hurting with grief. Sometimes, when we are hurt, our hurt and anger gets misplaced upon another person. I see that clearly happening here, thus, it happens around the world. My post is to help those who are hurt. Your pain is validated. Only you know your pain. Your pain is real. Anyone can talk with me. I validate what you feel. I get it. Email me, text me, drop a note in messenger, etcetera. I will help you anyway I can.
I’m NOT a doctor and doctors are the people to see if your situational depression doesn’t get better. I’m a sounding board and I will cry with you. I pray my message is clear.
Lord,
Lift the hearts of the brokenhearted in Your Glorious Name.
Amen.
Remembering Those Who Fought Bravely
When Angels Fly 