In the true story written by her own hand, the Reverend Ada Slaton Bonds of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church faced many adversities. One, an abusive husband for twenty-five years and one that spent every dime the family made on whiskey. He beat laborers. He hit his two oldest boys that left scars on their backs
Crossing the Trinity River Prairies Where Cold and Flooded Waters Caused Many Lives to be Lost – 1836 In my recently released creative non-fiction novel, The Rose of Bray’s Bayou, Dilue Rose Harris and thousands of other elderly men, women, and children rush across the “wilderness” trying to reach the Sabine River before Santa Anna
This blog is being written four days before Thanksgiving Day while I am lying here with a Continuous Passive Motion machine attached to my leg twice a day for about five hours. I just had my knee replacement done and I am not having a very pleasant experience to say the least. Even though we
The Story of the Runaway Scrape as Told by Dilue Rose Harris in Her Memoirs Written at the Turn of the Century in the Struss-Smithson Home in Eagle Lake, Texas. To kick off a complete revision of my website incorporating many new 2nd editions, one of my favorites, The Yellow Rose has been refreshed with
Another whodunnit from St. James! Even the passage of the light slowed, and the sounds became as if they were muffled from a heavy blanket over someone’s face. Aside from the beating of his heart, not one muscle moved. The pounding inside beat a rhythm to the words of his execution, the cold steel from