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Showing posts with label 1910. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

My Grandfather's Magical Trunk



Sarah J. McNeal

 

 

Grandfather McNeal’s Trunk

 

It’s funny how an everyday, ordinary things we take for granted can set off a whole series of stories. Such is the case with my Grandfather McNeal’s trunk.

 

One day I was just hanging out playing a tune on my harmonica. The harmonica was one given to me by my dad years ago when I was a kid. We used to play tunes together like Shenandoah, a favorite of mine. I had my feet propped up on my Grandfather McNeal’s old trunk where mementos were kept of each generation from way, way back including pictures, old watches, pipes and rodeo posters from Ranch 101. I was struck with an idea of how amazing and wonderful it would be if everything in the family trunk was new. What if I could go back to the time my father talked about, a time when townspeople socialized at church picnics and listened to a radio show at a friend’s house or went to the local amusement park for a night of fun? It seemed so cozy, so comfortable and peaceful.

My mental wheels began to turn. What if my heroine found a trunk like Grandfather McNeal’s, full of history and mystery? What if she tried on some clothes and a wedding band and accidently fell into the trunk? And what if that trunk possessed the magic to take her back to a pivotal point in history and she met the love of her life?

That family trunk inspired me to write Harmonica Joe’s Reluctant Bride. I had no idea that that book would lead me to write the sequel, For Love of Banjo, and then more stories about the generations of Wildings that would follow. Well, such is the magic of my grandfather’s trunk.

I am so happy that, even though I was only 7 when he died, I had a chance to know Grandfather McNeal. He was a post Civil War baby, born in 1866. I think about that sometimes and think how amazing it was that I had the chance to know him. He was an educated man, a teacher who had to earn his “real” living painting barns and houses. Because he never owned a horse or a car, he walked everywhere. I remember him as patient and kind, a very well-read man with old fashioned manners who still wore suspenders until he died. The trunk he thoughtfully put together, has been my inspiration for the Wildings of Wyoming and The Violin, a 1927 time travel story based on the life and death of my dad’s middle brother, John Douglas McNeal.

I think many of us draw our stories from our histories, those stories passed down to us or discovered by accident. What were some of your stories created from your family’s history?

 

Harmonica Joe’s Reluctant Bride

Blurb:

A haunted plantation… A trunk… And a date with destiny.

When Lola Barton inherits a rundown plantation, she believes her life has finally taken a positive turn. But, when she finds a mysterious trunk in the attic, it takes her into the past and to a man with dark secrets—and she’s married to him.

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FLY AWAY HEART

The Great Depression…Rum Runners and Old Fears…Love Against the Odds

Blurb:

Lilith Wilding can’t remember a time when she didn’t love the English born Robin Pierpont, but she knows he loves another so she hides her feelings beneath a hard veneer of self-protection.

Robin Pierpont dreams of flying airplanes and winning the heart of the one he loves, but when he gets involved in illegal rum running to help a friend, those dreams seem to turn into just a fantasy. When he is called upon to face his worst fear to save Lilith’s life, his fate may be sealed in death.

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 The revised re-release of FOR LOVE OF BANJO will be coming soon.
The anthologies for Christmas and Valentine from Prairie Rose Publictions, WISHING FOR A COWBOY and HEARTS AND SPURS also contain stories of my Wilding family.

Sarah McNeal is a multi-published author of several genres including time travel, paranormal, western and historical fiction. She is a retired ER nurse who lives in North Carolina with her four-legged children, Lily, the Golden Retriever and Liberty, the cat. Besides her devotion to writing, she also has a great love of music and plays several instruments including violin, bagpipes, guitar and harmonica. Her books and short stories may be found at Publishing by Rebecca Vickery, Victory Tales Press, Prairie Rose Publications and Painted Pony Books, an imprint of Prairie Rose Publications. She welcomes you to her website at





 

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Heroes Should Go To The Dogs



Sarah McNeal is a multi-published author of time travel, paranormal, western, contemporary and historical fiction. Her stories may be found at Publishing by Rebecca Vickery, Western Trail Blazers, Prairie Rose Publications and Painted Pony Books

Heroes Should Go To The Dogs
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I love and respect animals. They know stuff I don’t know, see things I can’t see, hear things I can’t hear and they’re in tune with nature. They know what’s what way before I do. Have you ever had a dog that had an instant liking to a person, or even more telling, an instant dislike of someone? When my easy going, friendly Golden Retriever, Lily, acts stand-offish with someone, I immediately get the impression I need to be wary of that human. I may never know what it is about that person that turns Lily off, but I trust her instincts. My dog has given me silent warning to stay alert.

A simple, but effective way , to show the reader a character has the heart of a hero is to have that man show kindness to a dog—or rescue a kitten, or stop someone, maybe a villain, from brutalizing a horse. It’s especially efficient when you have to make the hero known quickly. In Harmonica Joe’s Reluctant Bride, I had the villain shoot Joe’s beloved dog, Argos. I figured, if the reader hadn’t gotten the message that Turner meant serious business, they would surely get it with his attack on an innocent dog. For all that Joe Wilding kids around a lot, drinks, plays poker and doesn’t take his life very seriously, the love a dog made it clear what kind of man he truly was.

In my new release, Fly Away Heart, I show how disgusting and mean Edgar and Sid Effird really are when their starved and beaten dog sits chained outside their shack of a house bony and wet. Robin Pierpont, the hero of this tale, releases the poor dog from its misery and takes it home with him. Robin is worried sick about Lilith Wilding, yet he had it in his heart to save that dog. By this compassionate action, I hope to portray Robin as a good man and a real hero. I loved him right then and there. I hope readers do, too.

Do animals in a story win your heart? Is there an instant connection to a hero when he shows concern and love for an animal? How do you feel about a character who mistreats an animal?

Prayer for Animals

Hear our humble prayer, O God, for our friends the animals, especially for animals who are suffering; for animals that are overworked, underfed and cruelly treated; for all wistful creatures in captivity that beat their wings against bars; for any that are hunted or lost or deserted or frightened or hungry; for all that must be put death. We entreat for them all Thy mercy and pity, and for those who deal with them we ask a heart of compassion and gentle hands and kindly words. Make us, ourselves, to be true friends to animals, and so to share the blessings of the merciful.

~ Albert Schweitzer

 



The Great Depression…Rum Runners and Old Fears…Love Against the Odds

Blurb:

Lilith Wilding can’t remember a time when she didn’t love the English born Robin Pierpont, but she knows he loves another so she hides her feelings beneath a hard veneer of self-protection.

Robin Pierpont dreams of flying airplanes and winning the heart of the one he loves, but when he gets involved in illegal rum running to help a friend, those dreams seem to turn into just a fantasy. When he is called upon to face his worst fear to save Lilith’s life, his fate may be sealed in death.

Excerpt:

The dog drew his attention when it whined pitifully. Its brown eyes seemed to plead with him. Somehow, he just couldn’t bring himself to walk away from the suffering creature. If he couldn’t get to Lilith, at least he could get this dog to safety. He knew, if he left the poor thing here, it would die a slow death for certain.

He made his way to the shaking pile of bones that resembled a dog and removed the clamp on the heavy chain. The dog could barely walk, and it made Rob sick to see the bones protruding from the animal’s ribs and hips. What kind of human beings were these two men? Did they eat babies for breakfast? He hoisted the dog into his arms, walked back to the car, opened the back door and placed the dog on his jacket on the back seat. Something in its brown eyes looked like gratitude, mixed with fear. Rob felt his heart crack.

“Don’t you worry, little girl, I’m going to see to you now. You don’t need to be scared or hungry anymore.” Thoughts of Lilith drummed through his mind. Please, please God, look after my Lilith and don’t let them hurt her.

 

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If you’d like to get in at the beginning of the wonderful Wilding tales, then read the first book, Harmonica Joe’s Reluctant Bride. You can find out how Lola knows the future and what Joe’s terrible secret is.


 

A haunted house, a trunk and a date with destiny.

Lola Barton discovers a warp in time in an old trunk when she falls into 1910. She finds herself married to Joseph Wilding, a stranger shadowed by secrets. Mistaken for Callie McGraw, a thief and a woman of ill repute, Lola finds her life is threatened by a scoundrel. Joe stands between her and certain death. With danger threatening all around and secrets keeping them apart, can Joe and Lola find their destiny together? Or will time and circumstance forever divide them?

Excerpt:

Lola knelt on the floor beside the dog and worried over him.  “Is he going to be okay, Joe?  He looks so awful.”  She ran her hands through his thick fur and said a silent prayer that Argos would recover.  Her heart squatted in her chest, dark and heavy.

Kneeling beside her, Joe whispered.  “Not to worry, darlin’, Argos is going to have a hard time, but he’s going to come out on the other end just fine.  We’re going to make damn sure of that.”  He reached out a hand and ran it in a light stroke along Lola’s cheek to wipe away the tears that had fallen without her realizing how much she needed to cry. 

She wept for the dog, for the loss of her parents and her own pathetic life.  Lola wept for all the things she had ever wanted and never got, all the dreams that never came true and the never-ending loneliness that seem to surround her like a thick fog that separated her from the rest of humanity and happiness.

Joe laid a big hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently.  The feel of it warm and firm somehow steadied her riot of feelings.

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