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Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Barbara McClintock



By Kristy McCaffrey

Barbara McClintock was an American scientist and cytogeneticist who made the first genetic map of maize, and in the process discovered jumping genes.

Jumping genes, or transposons, are small pieces of DNA that have the unusual ability to copy and insert themselves in random places within a genome. These genes—long known as junk DNA—were thought to be nothing more than genomic parasites, but research is beginning to show their importance in evolution.

Barbara McClintock in her lab, 1947.

McClintock, the third of four children, was born in 1902 to a homeopathic physician. Named Eleanor at birth, her parents later changed it to Barbara when they decided she needed a less “delicate” name. An independent child who liked to be alone, she was close to her father but had a difficult relationship with her mother. When Barbara wanted to attend college, her mother was against it, believing it would make her daughter unmarriageable. But her father intervened and she enrolled at Cornell, eventually receiving her Ph.D. in Botany in 1927.

McClintock's microscope and ears of
corn on exhibit at the National
Museum of Natural History.

In the 1940s, McClintock discovered the transposition of genes and the ability of these genes to turn physical characteristics on and off in maize. She developed theories to explain the suppression and expression of genetic information from one generation of maize plants to the next. But due to skepticism of her work, she stopped publishing her research in 1953.

In the 1960s and 70s, her work became more understood and confirmed by other scientists, and in 1983 she was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for the discovery of genetic transposition, the only woman to receive an unshared Nobel Prize in that category.

McClintock giving her Nobel lecture.

She never married or had children, and died in 1992 at the age of 90.

Monday, June 10, 2019

OUR NATION’S BICENTENNIAL & A MULE NAMED LEROY


The year was 1976 and the country was in the grip of bicentennial fever. In honor of this momentous occasion, two men, Chuck Waggoner and Randy Scheiding, two horse-loving salesmen from the Midwest, decided to organize The Great American Horse Race. This race was unlike any other. The animals and riders would cross the United States, from Frankfort, New York, to Sacramento, California, a distance of some 3,500 miles through 13 states.

The route incorporated some of the Oregon Trail, the Pony Express Trail, and even the Donner Party's doomed journey. The pace, though, was new—3,500 miles over 14 weeks, farther and longer than any organized race within memory. 

On May 31, 91 teams, nearly 200 horses, stood at the start line, well-muscled specimens from around the world. There were Arabian stallions, the acknowledged favorite to win, Irish thoroughbreds, Icelandic horses, Appaloosas, a Russian Orlov stallion… and Lord
Fauntleroy, Leroy for short. 

Leroy was the mount of Virl Norton, a steeplejack from San Jose, California. (That means he earned a living climbing tall structures to repair them.) That’s Leroy on the right of Norton. Leroy and his backup mule, lady Eloise, would challenge expectations and a lot of fancy horse flesh.

The racers were accompanied by friends and relatives, about 750 in all, who would drive to the day’s destination with supplies and wait for the racers to arrive. They would do the shopping, the cooking, set up the camp, etc. Norton had a team of one—his 16-year-old son, Pierce, driving a 1971 Dodge pickup with loose steering

The race was designed on a 35 miles per day schedule. With mandatory vet checks every 10 miles, it was named by some as the slowest race ever. And it was grueling. Not to mention expensive. Though the event was plagued by money problems, with staff quitting and riders staging a mutiny to try and get the organizers replaced, the race went on. Some horses went lame and riders switched to their backup mounts. And some of those went lame, too. Even Lady Eloise suffered an injury and had to be retired from the race. She was replaced by Norton’s other mule, Deacon.

Yet, through it all, Norton and Leroy continued. They would linger in towns along the way, posing for pictures and giving rides to the children, then make up the time by skipping water stops. If another team had trouble, Norton and Leroy would stop to help. Still, when they reached Kankakee, Illinois, only 800 miles into the race, they were in the lead. Norton hadn't planned to be in first place that soon, but the lead only grew as he and Leroy they walked through prairies, deserts, mountains and town, all the way to California.

They were the 31st team to cross the line, but, though the organizers had to tally times and penalties before a winner was announced, Leroy already knew the race was his. As he crossed the finish line he let out a victious “hee-haw” in celebration.

When the final count came through, it was Team Mule by a landslide, with 315.47 total hours in the saddle. In second came an Arabian with 324.6 hours with penalties – he’d gone lame and had to ride the final leg in the trailer. When Waggoner and Scheiding announced the top ten, it was a who's-who of thoroughbreds, with two long-eared exceptions: Lord Fauntleroy, five Arabians, one Appaloosa, one Irish Connemara—and Deacon, the other mule.

The $25,000 purse had been won  by a mule. When a few of the riders accused Norton of cheating, he said he’d wire the money to a bank in New York and they could ride back and get it.

Lord Fauntleroy, the Great American Horse, lived out his days in a green pasture near San Jose, California, a fitting end for an animal who pulled off a very American dream.

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Book review: Gambling With Love by Kaye Spencer

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Blurb:

When beautiful lady gambler Lainie Conrad’s husband, Seaton, is murdered, she sets out for revenge. Lainie is certain that cardsharp Rutherford Tolliver is guilty, but she has to find a way to prove it—and when she does, she’s not about to let her own little ol’ arrest get in the way!

U.S. Deputy Marshal Nick Foster catches up with her, determined to get to the bottom of why she walked out on him months earlier. There’s a high bounty on Lainie’s head for a murder she didn’t commit, so Nick has no choice but to arrest her for her own protection—and to keep his heart safe, as well.

But Lainie has bought in to a high stakes poker tournament in Denver, Colorado, and nothing will keep her from facing the scheming Tolliver across the poker table in a final showdown that pits skill against skill and trickery against vengeance. She escapes from Nick once more and runs to Denver. She must keep her vow to her murdered husband, for only then will she be free to find love again.

The ghosts of the past are no match for The Lady of the Cards when her future is at stake. She can’t afford to lose when she’s GAMBLING WITH LOVE…

My Review:

Luck is most definitely a lady when Lainie Conrad walks up to the gaming tables. And what a presence she is! If I was blessed with the gift of knowing how to play cards, I'd hope I would even become a quarter of the lady gambler she was - in everything she did. Nick was a gonner for her from day one, and seeing his struggle with trying to love and protect a very head-strong woman was a hoot. He's definitely up for the challenge of having his hands full with her!

Besides the expected bit of sparks between a US Marshall and a maybe-maybe-not-criminal lady gambler, I wasn't prepared for what this story brought to light -- from intrigue and mystery to comic relief, from suspense to spicy heat waves, this little tale packs a punch in its derringer.

If you're looking for a short story to consume in one sitting, but want one with something to keep you guessing and at the edge of your seat, this is it!

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Thursday, June 6, 2019

New Release — One Midsummer's Knight Edited by Cheryl Pierson


Who dares to seek love on a Midsummer’s Eve when the Otherworldly veil is thin, and anything can happen? Magic runs high, and passions flare on this special night made for taking chances. For this is the night when ritual fires burn bright and invite lovers to consummate the promise of their love—and anything can happen!

In this wonderful boxed set of medieval tales, ONE MIDSUMMER’S KNIGHT holds the key in each story to a “happy ever after” ending! Step into a realm of adventure and magic with these four spellbinding tales of daring, chance, and love with ONE MIDSUMMER’S KNIGHT!

UNICORN SUMMER—LINDSAY TOWNSEND: When the faery queen casts a spell on a knight to change him into a unicorn, there seems to be no hope for him—except the stronger magic of true love!

MIDSUMMER’S PROMISE—KEENA KINCAID: Can a mercenary find his heart’s home with a beautiful healer? Her brother, a seer, says they are not for each other—but can their love change fate?

A FAIR BARGAIN—MELISSA JARVIS: When a maiden trades her own future happiness for that of her sister, it seems all is lost to her—until an Otherworld prince comes to her rescue and seals a different kind of bargain—made of unexpected and forbidden love.

A MISTY KNIGHT--CYNTHIA BREEDING: Can a daring knight’s love bring happiness to a beautiful woman who others call a witch? He must find a way to rescue the stubborn lass before she is killed, but can he do it as a human?

      

Wednesday, June 5, 2019

JUNE IS THE TIME FOR WEDDINGS by Sarah J. McNeal



 A Forest Wedding

Nothing like the familiar June bride, right? Weddings can mean so many different things in a story and they don’t always take place in the traditional month of June.

There are the weddings that are for the good of merging alliances between kingdoms, political stratagems, or mutual financial gains or conquests that includes families hoping to retain their wealth. You might recall Queen Elizabeth the first who considered marrying a Spanish noble to align England with Spain. Nothing like bringing your enemy into your marriage bed. Who knew that wouldn’t work out?


 Elizabeth I and her true love, Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester (among many of the movie versions)
Juan Pantoja de la Cruz of Spain

Of course, sometimes this kind of marriage can elevate the positive attitude and inclusiveness to the general population of a country, or even two countries. I can’t help but think of the recent marriage of American actress, Meghan Markle to England’s much beloved Prince Harry.

Meghan and Prince Harry, now the Duke and Duchess of Sussex

There are marriages of desperation like shotgun weddings when a lady’s reputation is at stake. Perhaps marriage is the only way to save someone’s life or remove them from a bad situation. There are also those desperate weddings in which either the man or the woman will marry just about anyone rather than be alone…a situation that can turn out warm and wonderful, or absolutely suck every ounce of joy from someone’s life. Many romance writers have written about mail order brides which we all love. Maybe some correspondence took place between the couple before the wedding took place, but essentially, it’s the marriage of two strangers. I imagine that online dating in this modern age is somewhat like those mail order brides marriages, and probably just as risky. Maybe they’ll actually fall in love, or maybe someone is a serial killer or a person looking for a housekeeper and babysitter. 


The OUTLANDER Series by Diana Gabaldon 
(now a TV series playing on Netflix)

My favorite desperate marriage takes place between Claire Beechum Randal and Jamie Frazier in Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. Lest we forget, Claire had married before in the wake of World War II and it was also a kind of a desperate marriage based on the thought, “In case one of us dies on the battlefield” sort of thing. 
I did write one of these war romances for a World War I story in FOR LOVE OF BANJO.



There are arranged marriages sometimes contracted at the birth of the future couple to forge relations between families or countries, or to keep finances within a small established group. In some countries arranged marriages are done because parents think they know best who their son or daughter should marry because marrying for love is perhaps just a foolish thing to do. The subcontinent of India still maintains the tradition of arranged marriages.

A Lovely Las Vegas Chapel Wedding

There are accidental marriages or marriages done on whimsy or too much alcohol. Hello Las Vegas! Sometimes couples meet in an exciting place or on vacation and the excitement or intoxication over rules reason. This misstep can lead to disaster or ultimately find its way into a blissful lifetime of happiness. It truly is a roll of the dice. I did write an accidental marriage once, a time travel romance, HARMONICA JOE’S RELUCTANT BRIDE, in which Lola accidentally falls back in time into a saloon in the middle of a marriage ceremony to Joe Wilding.



Naturally we all love those couples who have found love and finally get to that highly anticipated marriage that seals their love for good. I’m the sentimental sort, so I like these marriages. I’ve written several of these and always enjoy making the wedding arrangements for the couple in diverse venues from barns to open meadows to big cathedrals. Such fun! But even these long anticipated marriages can get off on the wrong foot like my Wilding romance between Kit and June in IT'S ONLY MAKE BELIEVE.



What is you favorite kind of wedding story? Are you a fan of mail order bride romances? Or what about a City Hall wedding if the couple needed to tie that knot today? Do you like to anticipate a marriage and savor every step of a courtship until it leads, finally, to that wedding finale?

What is your favorite kind of marriage in which to write? Have you ever started a romance novel with the wedding? If you have, I’d like to hear about that.


Diverse stories filled with heart



Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Get Cracking

C.A. Asbrey


In the past, just as today, the public have had a view of the hierarchy of criminals, based on their skills, as well as their income. Right at the top are those making millions from organised crime, especially those who do not use violence in the commission of their crimes. When they steal from the rich they can even be positively popular. Just look at the crimes of people like Count Redmond O'Hanlon 17th century Ireland, who stole from the British rich, and really did give it to the poor, or Jack Sheppard, the 18th century thief whose ability to escape justice captured the imagination of his adoring public. Criminals with the intelligence to plan, circumvent stringent security, and humanity to avoid violence, were always the people who attracted the hearts of the public; especially poor people who would loved to have had the courage to emulate them. The emergence of the skilled, technically proficient burglar as among the principal figures of fear in the ‘criminal class was a feature of the 19th century. Prior to this, the skills lay in litheness of the 'snakesman', the small boy able to squeeze through tiny holes and let the rest of the gang in.

In the past, just as today, the public have had a view of the hierarchy of criminals, based on their skills, as well as their income. Right at the top are those making millions from organised crime, especially those who do not use violence in the commission of their crimes. When they steal from the rich they can even be positively popular. Just look at the crimes of people like Count Redmond O'Hanlon 17th century Ireland, who stole from the British rich and really did give it to the poor, or Jack Sheppard, the 18th century thief whose ability to escape justice captured the imagination of his adoring public. Criminals with the intelligence to plan, circumvent stringent security, and humanity to avoid violence, were always the people who attracted the hearts of the public; especially poor people who would loved to have had the courage to emulate them. The emergence of the skilled, technically proficient burglar as among the principal figures of fear in the ‘criminal class was a feature of the 19th century. Prior to this, the skills lay in litheness of the 'snakesman', the small boy able to squeeze through tiny holes and let the rest of the gang in.


Safecracking entered the vocabulary in the 1930s, but it's a considerably older skill set than than that date. As soon as anyone invented a way to secure their valuables, someone else devised a way to break in and take them. Even the ancient graves of the great and good weren't safe. Gangs of grave robbers have been known to force entry and take anything they could carry, despite the threat of guards, supernatural beings, and curses. By the 19th century locks and security were big business.
 Security got itself into the arms race we know today. Every time a lock was invented, someone found a way to crack it, and the competing companies found it good for business if they could get someone to break into their biggest rivals' safes in front of an audience. By the middle of the 19th century these exhibitions gathered enormous crowds, and the men who could breach the security of a safe could make a decent, and honest living. One of the most famous was Alfred Charles Hobbs. He was not a criminal. He was one of the founders of the locksmith company Hobbs Hart & Co. Ltd. and an expert on every aspect of locks and their construction. In 1851 he was sent to the Great Exhibition in London to represent the American company, Day & Newell. The Great Exhibition, also known as The Great Exhibition of the Works of Industry of All Nations, was a kind of Victorian World's Fair, where companies from all over the world brought products and inventions to show off to the biggest market to date



Hobbs was there to sell the new Parataupic Lock, but true to the showmanship which marked out successful salesmen of the day, he found that the best way to sell was to show how easily the rival lock, made by the Bramah Company, could be picked. Bramah accepted his challenge, and gave Hobbs a sample lock, a set of blank keys and thirty days, to pick the lock. On July 22nd, 1851, people watched the unassuming American take off his jacket “To witness an attempt to open a lock throwing three bolts, and having six tumblers, affixed to the iron door of a strong room.” With only a day to prepare, Hobbs had proceeded to humiliate the Bramah Company by publicly opening the lock in only seven minutes, with a key he had made, in front of judges and spectators.

The company was beyond upset, claiming this was just a fluke, but Hobbs demonstrated that the key he had made could be used to open, and lock, the vault. In other words, it was easy to make a true key.

Alfred Charles Hobbs 

To understand how upsetting this was at the time, it has to be made clear that up until that point, the Bramah lock was considered impenetrable. This display had the potential to ruin the company entirely, and served to underscore the weaknesses in the English locks. "The lock controversy continues a subject of great interest at the Crystal Palace, and, indeed, is now become of general importance. We believed before the Exhibition opened that we had the best locks in the world, and among us Bramah and Chubb were reckoned quite as impregnable as Gibraltar— more so, indeed, for the key to the Mediterranean was taken by us, but none among us could penetrate into the locks and shoot the bolts of these masters. The mechanical spirit, however, is never at rest, and if it is lulled into a false state of listlessness in one branch of industry, and in one part of the world, elsewhere it springs up suddenly to admonish and reproach us with our supineness. Our descendents on the other side of the water are every now and then administering to the mother country a wholesome filial lesson upon this very text, and recently they have been "rubbing us up" with a severity which perhaps we merited for sneering at their shortcomings in the Exhibition."


What Hobbs had done was expose the weaknesses of the British Empire, the arrogance of the illusion of superiority, and the cocky challenge of the new up and coming power. It not only hurt, it shocked. Especially as the Great Exhibition was the brainchild of Queen Victoria's husband as a means of promoting Great Britain following the very successful exposition in France in 1844. The exhibition of 1851 was a showcase for Britain to make it "clear to the world its role as industrial leader" The Bankers’ Magazine wrote that “the result of the experiment has simply shown that, under a combination of the most favourable circumstances, and such as practically could never exist, Mr. Hobbs has opened the lock.” The condescending tone still rings with hurt to this day.
The lock had been invented by Chubb and was designed to seize up should anyone try to pick it. At that point, even the real key couldn't unlock it, and the owner needed to get a 'regulating key' to re-set the lock back to the original settings. The Detector had been totally discredited. They should have known better, as even a most cursory investigation would have told them that Hobbs had a history of stunts like this.

For years Hobbs had toured America with a "equipped with a lock and suspicious implements". He visited banks and broke into their vaults before the concerned eyes of worried owners and managers, at the same time selling them his vastly superior locks and vaults.

Britain’s image of lock-making supremacy, as inviolable as the locks themselves, was called into question. There was even a commonly-used idiom about something being "as safe as the Bank of England." Hobbs had proven that was no longer true. The Bank of England itself removed Chubb’s locks and replaced them with Day and Newell locks. American locks now made the Bank of England safe.

The Great Exhibition suddenly had the public devouring obscure details of their innermost workings—tumblers, sliders, false notches—something nobody had paid the least attention to up until that point. As historian Jeffrey Auerbach writes, “the Great Exhibition revealed, for the astute observer, signs of underlying weaknesses, the beginning of the erosion of Britain’s economic preeminence upon which its military and imperial strength rested.”

1851 was a time of upheaval in British society. The Exhibition brought tourists from all over the world in a way the country had never previously experienced. It was also the year when the population of the towns finally outweighed the population of the people in rural areas. That changed society in many ways, not all of them good. Henry Mayhew wrote in London Labour and the London Poor, "we increase in poverty and crime as we increase in wealth.” It hadn't occurred to them that most people in the country were not sharing that wealth and were worse off than ever before. This separating of rich and poor, along with the creation of a new middle class resulted in a new obsession relating to security. The old saying, 'An Englishman's home is his castle' was especially true in the 19th century. One German journalist visiting London described a “mania for fortification.” The rise in perceived, or actual, insecurity was accompanied by a proliferation of lock patents. As The historian David L Smith notes, “from the beginning of the 19th century until 1851, the government issued some 70 patents for locks. By 1865 that number had exceeded 120; and within the next 55 years it climbed to over 3,000.”

The Times wrote, “and it seems cruel at this time of day, when men have been taught to look at their bunches of keys and at their drawers and safes with something like confidence, to scatter that feeling to the winds.”

Hobbs did a lot more than pick a lock that day at the Great Exhibition. He pricked the bubble of arrogant inviolability England had regarding its place in the world. He made every rich man in the Empire look at his wealth and wonder exactly how safe it was.


Innocent Bystander EXCERPT
A vacant-looking man with prominent yellow teeth walked into her field of vision, striding beyond the blinding sun and dragged her roughly from the horse. She had expected to be searched and had ruthlessly bound her body with bandages to try to flatten and conceal her breasts, but the man merely patted down her sides before turning his attentions to her jacket. He pulled out the pistol which had been loosely placed in her pocket and slapped his way down her legs. She was instantly glad she had foregone the Derringer she usually wore at her ankle. A concealed weapon was too risky.
“He’s clean.”
“Well, boy. It seems like you’re gonna get your wish, but if you’ve been messin’ with us and you ain’t Quinn’s kin, you’re gonna regret it. He don’t like to be messed with.”
Abigail felt her arms grabbed as she was roughly turned around and her carefully dirtied hands were bound behind her back, the rope biting deeply into her skin as it was pulled tight. They must have seen her wince as it provoked a chorus of laughter which rang in her ears.
“Looks like this life’s a bit too rough for you, sonny.”
 A thick, smelly bag was thrust over her head, obliterating the world, before she was lifted back onto her little colt and she felt herself led off to face the rest of the gang.

            

Sunday, June 2, 2019

WHAT'S IN A NAME?

Post by Doris McCraw
writing as Angela Raines

Photo Property of the Author


“What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
William Shakespeare - Romeo and Juliet

Although I am not a fan of the play 'Romeo and Juliet', the above quote kept running through my mind as I was researching the Copelin sisters. Now you may ask, why would "What's in a name?" have to do with the sisters.  Well, in the archives the name can also be, Copolin, Copilan, Copalin, or even Copeland. It was a challenge to find their story. So, here for your reading pleasure is the story of these sisters, researched as well as possible, for now.

Some time after 1860 William and Ruth Copeland, both from Ohio, came to the Colorado Territory and settled in Colorado City. With them came their children Lucetta, Rebecca, Charlotte, Silas, and the twins George and James. A young man by the name of Perry Fisher also traveled west with the family. The son John D Copeland, who was sixteen in the 1860 census, appears to have not made that trip.

On February 13, 1862 Lucetta Copeland, spelled Coplin and Perry Fisher were married by James Roberts the Justice of the Peace in Colorado City. Both were about twenty-four at the time.

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Colorado City 1860 ?
from a Pinterest Board
Almost a year later Charlotte Copeland, spelled Coplen, and Adam Hill were married on January 15, 1863 in the presence of John Evans and Nancy Husetty, with the services performed by the same Justice of the Peace,  James Roberts.  Adam was probably twenty-seven  and Charlotte around fifteen years of age.

On January 1, 1865 in the presence of George Davis, R. S. Kelly, and William Coplin (Copeland), Rebecca married Chauncey L Hall. Although I've not found the age of Chauncy, Rebecca was seventeen.  The R. S. Kelly was the El Paso County sheriff, and a man of some fame in El Paso County. (See the below link)

Although William had been a merchant prior to arriving in Colorado Territory by 1870 when he was fifty-six and Ruth, fifty-two they were living in Colorado City with sons Silas, eighteen and the twins James and George, age twelve. William's job was listed as mail contractor. They lived next to Perry and Lucetta who by that time had five children. Their names were McClelland, Harriet, Rosetta, Ulysses, and William. At this time Perry's job was that of Hotel keeper.

Meanwhile Adam and Charlotte, were living with their children Minnie,Hiram, and Walter in Colorado City, but further away from her parents.  Adam's job was that of carpenter, a very valuable job at that place and time.

Both Lucetta and Charlotte lived to a fairly advanced age.  Rebecca appears to of died within a year of her marriage. No cause of death has been found at this time, however, given the time frame it appears that she may have died in childbirth. I've also not been able to locate a place of burial.

Charlotte and Adam moved from Colorado to California later in life and settled in Santa Cruz County. Adam died December 15, 1913 and is buried in Oakwood Memorial Park in Santa Cruz. Charlotte, remarried a gentleman by the name of Musgrave. She passed away April 11, 1930 in Sacramento California. She also is buried in Oakwood Memorial Park, Santa Cruz, California.  Adam Hill obit  
Charlotte's info from Find a Grave

Lucetta and Perry also moved to California, where both passed away in Siskiyou County California. Both are buried in Evergreen Cemetery in Yreka, California. Perry passed away May 19, 1907 and Lucetta passed away June 1910.

Photo Property of the Author
As you know, women were rarely spoken of in early publications. However, Ruth Copeland made the news in Colorado Springs in June 1880 when they realized that she was a cousin to Gen. Garfield who later became president Garfield. She spoke of knowing him when he was a child, and how she wasn't surprised at the notable career he had. Yet, even in this article, she is referred to as Mrs. Copeland. This may be a future post if all goes well.

I would love to know more about these pioneer women, but that may not happen. As a writer, I can dream of what I think their lives were like, and tell that story. It might be fun, but it would never compare to the real story if one could be found.

Link to R.S. Kelly:Story of Rankin Scott Kelly. 

Doris Gardner-McCraw -
Author, Speaker, Historian-specializing in
Colorado and Women's History
Angela Raines - author: Where Love & History Meet
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