The Berry Lady

by Jean Desmarais

The Berry Lady

One of my first memories

Photo by Magarra12 from Free Digital

Of a neighbor I know.
Here she comes down the road
Wearing her flower print bonnet
Swinging her zinc bucket to fill.
She is going to pick wild strawberries.

I know this as I will be going with her
As well as other children.
They are carrying little buckets
To help in this venture.
My mother will go along.

Photo by Apolonia from Free Digital Photos. net

Beside the railroad tracks we go.
There the strawberries grow
But we eat most of them
After the cinders blow.
The engineer on the train
Always sounds the whistle.

This is an adventure.
We will do this every season
As long as this lady is able to go
And everything is in its season.

Pinstrip flourish

Isn’t this a lovely vision Jean has created with her words. It makes your mouth water as you think of the strawberries and your ears tingle as you hear the train’s whistle.

Did you ever go on a berry hunt? If so, what berries did you pick?

Leave a comment and share your experiences with us!

Happy Reading and Writing!

Photo credits: Lady picking strawberries by Maggara12 and Strawberry Basket by Apolonia both from Free Digital Photos. net

The Tree Stand

The following short story, The Tree Stand, written by Jean Desmarais is in response to a prompt given during one of the Writers Writing Group (WWG) meetings. Jean has been working on developing her skill of writing for about three years now. She is pleased and honored to share with you her short story.


by Jean Desmarais

The air is cool, the leaves are starting to turn, and some of them are falling off the trees. There is frost on the ground. The grass crackles when you walk on it. A tree stand is in one of the trees with two hunters inside.

As dawn comes on, the deer come out of their sleeping places to find something to eat. The hunters, wide-awake now, watch the fields as the deer come to graze in the woods.

Deer in the woods, unaware of Charles and Joseph in the tree stand.

Deer in the woods, unaware of Charles and Joseph in the tree stand.

Joseph wanted to talk with his companion, Charles since they arrived in the woods.

“I don’t think that I can shoot any of those deer although it is open season for bucks. They look so innocent and graceful running out there in the field.”

Charles nodded his head.

“They are one of God’s creatures, Charles. When I was younger, I had to help other hunters clean their kill. It turned my stomach so much then. Now, I can’t stand the thought of killing of one of them, and then eating its meat. Haven’t you ever wondered why I never was able to get a shot off in time to make a kill?”

Charles nodded his head, again. “Yes, Joseph. I’ve felt sorry for you. After all the times that we have been hunting together, you’ve never made a shot. I thought you were a bad shot. But, you kept on trying. Why do you keep coming out here if you feel you can’t kill a deer?”

“Well, I guess it is a guy thing. I do enjoy your company, but not like this. I guess I don’t know how to say no to you when you ask me to come along.”

Both men look at each other and grin. They turn back, look out through the slats of the deer stand, and continue to wait for the deer to come closer. Charles, who is a good shot, motions that he sees a buck running the trees in front of them. He manages to get off a good shot.

“Bingo! Charles, you got your deer with the first shot!” Joseph was proud of his friend.

Charles and Joseph walk through the woods to where the deer was laying.

A shot is heard.

A shot is heard.

“You got an eight pointer!”

Charles reaches down to the ground, touches it, and says, “We will gut the deer here, move the carcass closer to the deer stand, and then we can go get the truck. The ground is too uneven and soft for the truck to come this far. We’d get stuck for sure.”

As they prepare to gut the deer, Joseph looks at Charles. “I hope I don’t get sick on you. The first cutting is the worst for me.”

“You just hold the back legs, and I will get the horns so I can cut the deer open. I’ll need to get the guts out. We will throw the guts over there for other animals to eat.”

“How much will it dress out do you think?”

“Probably, around 120 pounds and that’s about average.”

As Charles cuts into the deer, the smell of hot blood overwhelms Joseph and he moans.

“You don’t seem to be turning white, Joseph,” Charles laughs.

“I can’t look into those eyes,” Joseph replies.

After the two men finished gutting the deer, Charles grabs the deer by the antlers while Joseph picks up the hind legs. They carry it to the deer stand where they lay it down and go get the truck.

“I was watching you, Joseph, to see if your face was turning white, but you managed well. Once we get the deer in the truck, it won’t take us long to get back to my house.”

“As we walk, my nausea seems to be going away,” Joseph says.

“I know you own a meat-packing plant. But, Joseph. Tell me how you manage to get by the blood thing there?”

“You raise a good question. I own the plant. I don’t have to be in the back where the blood and gore is. You get the job done. It doesn’t seem like the blood and gore bother you at all. I’m glad you’re the one doing that work.”

After moving the truck next to the deer, they toss the deer over the lowered tailgate and up on the truck bed. They secure the deer so as they drive out of the woods it will not slide around.

“The wind blowing on my face helps me with my sickness. I think I’m not as green as I was.”

“You’re not white. That’s for sure.” They laugh.

Charles pulls into his driveway; they get out. Together, they tie the deer up by the horns in a tree, and then they skin it from the shoulders down. Joseph manages to keep his nausea away. He tries not to smell the foul odor or pay attention to the sound of deerskin ripping away. Once it is skinned, Charles cuts the deer into quarters.

“Do you want a roast or something?” Charles asks as he lays a large portion of the deer on a nearby table.

“No. Now, you will make me sick if I have to touch it. Give my portion of the meat to someone who will enjoy it.”

“Would you like to go fishing or boating sometime when the weather warms up?”

“That sounds good to me, but I will not clean the fish for you either.”

“Good. You had better get some sleep, Joseph. I’ll pick you up at 4:00 in the morning.”

“Yeah, Charles, I’ll be ready.

As Joseph drives away, he thinks about him and Charles going fishing. Now that Charles is aware of his fear of blood, it should make things easier for him. They will probably discuss his problem again, some day. He realizes that he has a good friend in Charles and that Charles will accept his fears.


The Tree Stand by Jean Desmarais was first published on J. K. Brooks Publishing blog.

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A Tribute to Writing

 Happy New Year Everyone!

It is time to get started on another year as we continue our journey in the world of writing. And to signal the end of 2014, I’d like to make a tribute to writing by recognizing the members of the Writing Writers Group (WWG).

Dream big picture

Reach for the stars..


Reaching a Goal

There were several members of the WWG that saw their dream of becoming a published author turn into a reality during 2014.


In tribute, Tipping hat by President Coolidge hats off to each of you

Paul Dellinger for his book Mr. Lazarus and Other Stories Mr. Lazarus book cover

Rosa Lee Jude for her completion of her five book series, Legends of Graham Mansion Graham Mansion Series

Renate Braddy for her Scars debut Renate Scars book cover

K.R. Thompson for not one, but TWO series: The Keeper Saga and The Untold Stories of Neverland with Book One-Hook Hook book cover

Pam B. Newberry with two books: The Letter: A Page of My Life and The Fire Within Fire book cover

The WWG is developing into a prolific bunch of writers!

It is exciting to share what we’ve learned, to support each other’s writing goals, and to know someone will always be there when one of us is feeling lost, despondent, or as a failure. Being an active member of the WWG is an important component to being able to make the writing journey seem less like a dream and feel more like life–it is real!


Dream big picture

Reach for the stars…

Goal Setting 

Setting goals is another important part of living the writing life. And, like all good New Year’s revelers, we are being encouraged by all of the writing gurus in the writing world to determine and set goals.

So, what are your goals for 2015? Have you set any yet? If not, why not?

There are many different ways you can set a goal. But, sometimes, as we’ve heard, the KISS method maybe the best method.

  • Take time to sit down and reflect on what 2014 meant to you as a writer.
  • Use a pad and pencil to record your thoughts, feelings, and dreams.
  • Consider how you want 2015 to be used to help you improve your chances at reaching your goals. But mostly, ask yourself what do you REALLY want for 2015?
  • After you list your dreams, begin to make plans for how you plan to reach them. It is possible! Think about how good you will feel this time next year when you look back on your journey—it will spur you forward!

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Here are some good reading suggestions you may find thought-provoking as well as inspirational:

2015 picMy New Year’s Wish for You
May you

  • Find this blog helpful to you
  • Support each other in your writing endeavors whether through posting comments or sharing this post
  • Make plans for 2015 to be stellar, because you are!
  • Consider writing the next great novel, novella, novelette, short story, or an entry in your journal, but mostly, just WRITE!

Always with Smiles and Cheers,

This post, A Tribute to Writing, was first posted on The WWG Blog by Pam on January 2, 2015.

Pam’s Bio: An aspiring novelist and honey bee keeper. Learn more about Pam’s writing by following her website and signing up for her newsletter: The Newberry Tales.

Pictures in post: All book images courtesy of the respective authors. Dream Big and Read photos by Stuart Miles and 2015 photo by Satit Sirhin all from Free Digital Photos dot net, and the President Coolidge picture courtesy of Wiki Commons

What’s going on in the Cemetery?

by Jean Desmarais


The other afternoon, close to dusk, I was driving down a lonely road. The weather was cloudy and dark. I noticed a lone woman walking into a cemetery across the road. I couldn’t see other cars or people to signal that there was a funeral being held. I wondered what she would be doing there. Suddenly, through the trees that lined the back of cemetery, a flickering light blinked on and off, as though it was a signal to the woman.

Padgett Cemetery

Padgett Cemetery in Grayson County

By now, I had passed the cemetery. I turned around and drove back. The woman was walking from row to row, as though she was searching for someone or a grave in particular. I parked my car and watched. She stopped in front of two graves, took out a small shovel, and a small bag from her tote, and began to dig around the two graves. I wondered if she doing some maintenance. While the woman was digging, she stopped, and looked right at me across the road. After that, she appeared to be a little nervous in her movements, shaking as she continued to dig. While I watched her, I wondered whether she was putting something into the graves or taking something out. “Ashes,” I said softly. Was she taking away or putting ashes there?

She evidently didn’t mind me watching, because I watched her for a while as she worked. Finally, my curiosity got the best of me. I got out of my car and walked across the road, and down the cemetery path to where she still labored.

“Ma’am? I know I have made you nervous watching you, but I’m curious to know. What are you doing?”

“That’s okay,” she said. “I’m doing some cleanup work for some relatives who are buried here. I am taking a little dirt from each of the graves to give to someone to keep. You might like knowing that I am a genealogist.”

Jean at Redbluff Cemetery

Jean at Redbluff Cemetery

I began to set my mind at ease. I looked around and saw that there was a road on the other side of the woods. The light that I thought was a signal was actually light coming from cars passing by. There was nothing-spooky going on here, I thought.

I giggled to myself and said, “Do you mind if I help you, Ma’am?”

She smiled, “That would be nice. I’d like to get this done before the bad weather arrives.”

We worked together in silence and I continued to smile as I realized that there was nothing going on in the cemetery. Something I realized was that I needed to stop thinking spooky thoughts during this time of year. October always seemed to do that to me—causing me to conjure up spooky thoughts.

How about you?

 Vine_Scroll_work_Flourish_tspThis short, short story written by Jean, a genealogist, was inspired by the October writing prompt for the Writing Writer’s Group (WWG). Jean is an active member of the WWG and is beginning to branch out in her writing.

Leave a comment and share your joy for Jean taking the steps necessary to help her believe she is a writer!

 Way to go, Jean!

Write on!

Mystic Moment

Introduction of Geanna Sowers

Welcome Geanna! So glad to have you back for another guest post. This post, Mystic Moment, was written as the result of a writing prompt (see below for details) that was provided to the Writing Writer’s Group in preparation for an upcoming meeting in September. Read on, you’ll be inspired…


By Geanna Sowers

Joella Lovell down shifted her car into second gear. Her car gave an unnecessary grumble as she drove it into an empty parking space. The Blue ridge Parkway provided lovely overlooks and small adventures on almost every drive. With the agility of youth, Jo flowed

1969 Stingray Corvette

1969 Stingray Corvette; photo from Wiki Commons

out of the bucket seat of her sporty ’69 stingray Corvette, muscle black, trimmed in chrome, glinted in the sun. Her hazel colored eyes were covered with cheap sunglasses. Her shoulder length, sable brown, ponytail bounced sassily with her every movement of her height a willowy, five foot eight.

The unrelenting sound of the cicada’s filled her ears. The drifting tang of apples and mowed grass floated on the mountain air. A little walk would loosen her up before she finished her drive to visit family.

An old stone church stood just off in a meadow like a stoic guardian of it’s past congregation and relatives. The front of the graveyard was boarded with odd sizes of slate slabs driven into the ground while the back and sides were surrounded with various oaks, pines, and dogwood trees. The air felt refreshing to Jo, as compared to the lower elevations where she had recently moved to find work. She felt her mind begin to calm.  The mid afternoon sun warmed her face; the gentle breeze wafted wet leaves and pine cones.

Black Balsam Knob

Black Balsam Knob Graveyard Falls, Blue Ridge Parkway in Autumn, photo Wiki Commons

As she walked amongst the resting places of souls long gone, she noted that the grave stones were named with what must be local families, all unfamiliar to her. The dates, from 1700s to 2000s were enchanting, yet gave her pause, as she strolled around with a lanky stride and unconscious grace.

Suddenly an odd sense came over her. She noticed the frosty kiss of autumn and saw that the trees weren’t as green or summery. They had started their march to change into golds, reds, and oranges. The lyrical hum of honey bees working and the familiar chirp of song birds seemed to weave into the air and move on. A shadow of a flock of Canada geese soared high above in the classic V pattern. They flew into the blue cloudless sky as Jo looked up and listened to their distant honk. She felt the hair on her neck rise up; her arms had goose bumps. The whispers of the mountain hummed in her brain; a mystic moment. She was home after all.


Thank you, Geanna! This post came to Geanna as a result of the following prompt provided to the Writing Writer’s Group (WWG) from The Writer mag October 2014 issue:

Here is the prompt that inspired Geanna to write:

Write as much as you can using the following prompt (perfect for setting the mood for the fall): A character enters a cemetery, but not to visit a grave or to attend a funeral. Why is the character there? Who or what does the character encounter? Create an unconventional graveyard scene with a surprising outcome. Describe the cemetery sights and develop atmosphere through sound and weather.

Let us know what you think of Geanna’s interpretation by leaving a comment. Tell us what you thought about reading the WWG members’ words. It means so much to an author to receive feedback and comments.

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Thanks for reading!


Five Books and a Funeral

by Rosa Lee Jude, Co-author of the Legends of Graham Mansion series

The five books of the Legends of Graham Mansion Series

The five books of the Legends of Graham Mansion Series

Squire finally stopped talking.

That may seem like a strange opening line for a blog post. It’s only strange if you don’t know who Squire is.

Revelation Book Cover

Book Five – Revelation

The final book, REVELATION, in the Legends of Graham Mansion series has just been released. This five-volume journey began when co-author and historian Mary Lin Brewer contacted me in March 2012. “I have this idea for a series,” she said. “I’ve got tons of research, legends, and stories. But, I’m not really a fiction writer. I understand that you are.” As they say, the rest is history, quite literally now. Two and half years and five books later, the series is complete. I finally shut up Squire.

For those of you who have not read the series, “Squire” is Squire David Graham. This mysterious, but brilliant, man was a powerful entrepreneur of the 1800s in Southwest Virginia. He amassed a substantial number of businesses and land holdings in a relatively short amount of time and was known for his ruthless business dealings and not-so-pleasant personality. The beacon of his success still stands today in the form of a historic mansion in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Many say that he has never left his stately home. I say he has spent the last two and a half years living rent free inside my head.

While our central character and heroine was a lovely young lady and time traveler named Grae White, Squire seemed to be the one who truly haunted me. Through the many long months of writing the series, he visited me in my dreams. Sometimes so forcefully that I would have to get up in the middle of the night and pay homage to him on my keyboard. The grave scene in AMBITION was the result of three such nights in a row.

As I tied up the loose ends of the series in the finale, I reread the previous volumes. Even an author has to remind herself, at times, about what she has written. I couldn’t leave any key elements unresolved. The more I read the previous books (REDEMPTION, AMBITION, DECEPTION, and SALVATION), the louder Squire’s voice seemed to get. He was determined that I finish his story. But, one late July evening, as the final words were typed, he grew silent. I felt like I had been to a funeral, my emotions were spent. I had laughed and cried a lot through the final story. I had said goodbye. I had finished Squire’s story. He has been silent ever since.

Writing a series is a serious undertaking. It’s not just the beginning and end that are important, it’s all those words in between that link together to convey the world you have created for your readers. It’s a commitment. The characters become family. The readers become friends. You don’t want to let anyone down. Many readers have asked how I managed to write so many words (about 450,000) in two and a half years. The answer is simply dedication. Just about every night and every weekend, words were typed. While I was at work during the day, the story passed to Mary Lin who would fill in the historical matter, legends, and some of her own twists. Weeks turned into months and like the little engine who could, we built a series—one page, one chapter, one book, at a time.

And now, it’s over. All has been revealed. REVELATION is in the hands of those who will cherish it the most, the readers. Now in its entirety, we hope that it is embraced by legions of future readers for many years to come.

The journey is over. Or maybe, it’s only just begun.

Introduction of Rosa Lee Jude

Rosa Lee Jude began creating her own imaginary worlds at an early age. While her career path has included stints in journalism, marketing, tourism, and local government, she is most at home at a keyboard spinning yarns of fiction and creative non-fiction. She lives in the beautiful mountains of Southwest Virginia with her patient husband and very spoiled rescue dog.

To learn more about the series, visit

If you would like to follow Rosa Lee’s writing adventures, like her Author Page on Facebook at

You can also like her Author Page on Amazon at

Thanks Rosa for another very informative post! We hope you will leave a comment or two and will follow Rosa as she begins a new journey in writing. Word is she is working on a new book. You should post questions to her and get her to share what she’s planning for her writing adventure!


The Gate

by Jean Desmarais

What do you think of when you see a gate? It could mean many things, such as to keep something in or to keep something out.

Take a look around you and see where you find gates. You may be surprised.

A gate to somewhere

A gate to somewhere?

Gates in Use

What is your definition of a gate? To me, it’s a movable structure controlling passage through an opening in a fence or a wall. It’s an entrance through a wall as a means to get to something. For some, to say ‘The Gate’ could also mean the total sum of money that is taken in for an event, such as a sporting event.

Do you remember seeing the old gates that had the weights attached that helped to make the gates close? Each time you used it, you had to make sure you closed and latched the gate in order to keep the chickens and such out of your yard.

Think back to how many types of old or new gates you can remember seeing. Each gate was there for the same reason—to keep something in or to keep something out, whatever the case. We all probably have been through some gates that we should not have gone through.

Gates on a Farm

The fences on a farm usually are used as the dividing line between properties. Often, they are necessary in order for a farmer to get to all the necessary areas of the divided land. If there are cattle or other animals on part of the land, it is imperative the farmer keeps the animals in their proper place. When animals need to be moved to a new pasture, a gate is used to help guide the animals through the fence. Yet, a farmer needs to know where each gate is located on the farm. If you have ever been caught in a field with a bull, you most definitely needed to know where the gate was, especially if you couldn’t jump the fence.

A gate on a farm.

A gate on a farm.

I remember hearing my father and sister laughing about going through the fields from school and running into an old goat. The goat ran after them. My father grabbed hold of the goat’s horns. He had to back all the way home through the fields. I think that either my father or my aunt hit the goat with something to distract him until they could jump the split rail fence, as there was no gate. For years, I heard them laugh about this many times.

Gates on Greeting Cards

Have you ever looked at greeting cards that show a gate surrounded with flowers and a path leading away? Did it give you a happy feeling? It should. It does to me.

Gate with flowers

Gate wrapped in a garden of beautiful flowers.

The gate signifies going somewhere and that certain things will be different, but the decision whether to go through the gate to a different situation may be difficult to make. It is a milestone. Will it be for the good or otherwise? The gate is important and you need to know the way to go. We all have these crossroads in life. We hope that we will go the right way.

I hope you enjoyed my blog about gates, and that you will look at gates with a different thought when you pass through them in the future.

Jean Desmarais


Thank you again, Jean, for another delightful post!

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Rosemary Ratcliff - Spring riot (the gate with the flowers) from
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For Labor Day Weekend: One Piece of Advice from Elmore Leonard

Happy Labor Day Weekend to Everyone!!!

Here’s hoping each of you have a blessed Labor Day weekend and can even get a little writing going at the same time.

To help you prepare for our meeting on Saturday, September 6 from 11:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m., I thought I’d share a writing prompt you might would like to try.

Write as much as you can on the following prompt from the October issue of “The Writer” journal (perfect for setting the mood for the fall):

A character enters a cemetery, but not to visit a grave or to attend a funeral. Why is the character there? Who or what does the character encounter? Create an unconventional graveyard scene with a surprising outcome. Describe the cemetery sights and develop atmosphere through sound and weather.

So, have fun with this. Write each day between now and Saturday, Sept 6. Let’s see how much you are able to do.

And, for a little writing inspiration, here is a quote from Elmore Leonard (mystery and thriller novelist) that I love:

“My most important piece of advice to all you would-be writers: When you write, try to leave out all the parts readers skip.”

Take care and Write On!


Don’t forget to check out my new novel The Fire Within or my memoir The Letter: A Page of My Life. While visiting my webpage at, consider signing up for my newsletter The Newberry Tales. You’ll receive notices about free gifts, a chance to win copies of my books, and catch up on my writing progress. And, we can connect!

Feel free to leave a comment about this blog and tell me what you think!

Those Thrilling Days of Yesteryear

Welcome Paul! It is so good to have you back to post another blog. Read on as Paul delves into those thrilling days of yesteryear…

Those Thrilling Days of Yesteryear

by Paul Dellinger

Cowboys on horses

Cowboys on horses – like many scenes from the thrilling days of yesteryear.

You have to be of a certain age to appreciate memories of cowboy heroes who, week after week in darkened movie theaters, dispatched the same villains to Boot Hill again, and again. It was a Saturday matinée ritual, before there was a TV set in every home. Front row kids looked forward to the same time each week to see Gene and Tex and Roy and Rex (as the Statler Brothers put it in their song, Whatever Happened to Randolph Scott?) back in action again.

They’re all gone now — Hoppy, Lash, Sunset, Durango, Gabby, Fuzzy, and all the rest.

Wanted Reward Poster

Wanted Reward Poster from the thrilling days of yesteryear.

Thanks to the advent of VCRs and DVDs, former fans get to watch again movies we thought we’d see once, and would then be gone forever.

There are even gatherings at conventions where the departed stars are remembered and some of those who worked with them attend as guests and talk about the experience of making westerns. The nearest one is the Western Film Fair down the road each July in Winston-Salem, N.C., and you can find out all about it here by clicking on this Western Film Fair URL:

Next year’s show has already signed up Lee Meriwether, who co-starred with John Wayne and Rock Hudson in The Undefeated. and Nancy Stafford, whose western claim to fame is a Matlock episode in which Andy Griffith dreams of being a lawyer in the old west. Attendees always learn something new about their favorite genre when they attend the panels or talk to the stars one-on-one at these gatherings.

Westerns are out of fashion now. There are young whippersnappers who doubtless wonder about the attraction. As one fan put it, “To those who understand, no explanation is necessary. To those who don’t understand, no explanation is possible.”

There are also on-line sites where people interested in the uniquely American history of the western can get information about any star they want, even those who made the minor B-westerns at the rate of one every few weeks; the way television shows are churned out today. The best of those is probably The Old Corral, and it can be found here at this B-Western URL:

Locally, there is a free program provided at Wytheville Community College on the last Saturday of each month, from 10 a.m. to about 4 p.m., called Saturday Matinee Heroes. It has been held monthly for more than three years (each month except November and December, when the campus is closed for holidays on the last Saturdays). The program usually offers three vintage westerns plus a quartet of movie serial chapters interspersed between the features. Information is provided about the background of the various stars and films. Often facts are gleaned from different attendees having attended one of those film conventions. Last month’s audience learned that the leading lady they were watching was stuntwoman-turned-actress Evelyn Finley. Her action scenes in that particular movie matched those performed by star Johnny Mack Brown. Audiences always learn something new or interesting.

It must be noted that not all westerns were minor movies mainly aimed at kids. The genre may be not as popular today, but some of those pictures were highly acclaimed when they were released. We all have our favorites. Here’s one person’s list of some of the best ever made found at the YouTube URL:

So what’s the charm of these old pictures? Memories of a time when we were younger? A chance to revisit youthful memories from an adult perspective? A tribute to one of the nation’s original art forms? Or just, as silent western actor, William S. Hart, put it in his one sound western, “The thrill of it all?”

At the following YouTube link (, you will find a preview of one of the best-remembered western character creations of all time. This one actually began on radio, but went on to expand into comic books, novels, cartoons, movie serials, major motion pictures, you name it. See if that doesn’t provide the thrilling days of yesteryear for you.



Thank you, Paul, for another entertaining and informative post. It’s good to read your stories. Please find more about Paul’s book from a previous post, Mr. Lazarus and Other Stories.

How about you? Do you yearn for “those thrilling days of yesteryear?” Do you dream of those times or while away the hours watching old movies. I love to listen to radio classics and TCM movie channel. How about you? What do you like to read, listen to, or watch from those days of yesteryear?

If you liked Paul’s post, please contact him through his e-mail at pmd7 [at] hotmail [dot] com.

Or, better yet, leave a comment, voice your thoughts, and let us know how your writing is coming along.

Personal update: The Fire Within is getting ready for its release on Saturday, August 9. Check out more about it at my author website:

Write on!

Picture sources: Cowboys on Horses by Sura Nualpradid and Wanted Reward Poster by vectorolie, both from

One Free – Digital Book Day – Monday, July 14

Tomorrow – Monday, July 14 is
Digital Book Day

Calling all readers out there to go to on Monday for an opportunity to receive free books!

Have fun downloading a free digital book, or two, or three, or more from at least 327 (and counting!) books that will be available for one day only!

You will find some great authors there, including Rosa Lee Jude and Mary Lin Brewer with their award-winning book Redemption: Legends of Graham Mansion – Book One and Pam B. Newberry with her memoir The Letter: A Page of My Life.

Plan to visit the site and get your free copies of our books and others, too!

Happy Reading!