Thursday, April 25, 2019

Moments That Made America by Geoff Armstrong



MOMENTS THAT MADE AMERICA by Geoff Armstrong, American History, 254 pp., $18.95 (paperback) $9.99 (Kindle)



From its geological birth during the breakup of the Pangaea supercontinent millions of years ago, through the nation-shaping key events that led to its political independence from the British superpower, and other crucial, sometimes miraculous events that worked to create the nation, Moments That Made America: From the Ice Age to the Alamo explores those defining moments, both tragic and inspirational that profoundly shaped the nation and its people – crucial turning points that worked inexorably to mold and make America. These pivotal “tipping” events formed America’s geographical, sociological, political and historical landscape. Part 1 culminates with the discovery of gold in California and the role it played in fulfilling America’s dream of Manifest Destiny.

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Excerpt from Chapter Three: The Road to Revolution

            On the 19th of June, with twelve hundred men and officers, the British army began its march. Braddock’s forces moved slowly, building roads as they advanced. By the 8th of July, Braddock had arrived within 12 miles of Fort Duquesne. Typical of British thinking concerning military action in North America, Braddock failed to send out scouts or set up advance guards. In splendid European-style formation, their bright scarlet uniforms glowing in the summer sunshine, Braddock and his men moved against the French Fort. Washington had spent time in the region and knew it well. He understood the style of fighting they would have to face and recognizing the danger, he tried to persuade Braddock to set up proper security, but Braddock, suffering from what turned out to be terminal arrogance, ignored Washington’s experience and advice.
            At about noon they crossed the Monongahela River. The road on which they now marched led through a valley and along two concealed ravines covered with trees and deep grass. What Braddock didn’t know, thanks to his haughty refusal to employ scouts, was that the ravines concealed 600 Native American warriors and 250 French soldiers all armed and waiting.
            As soon as the British reached the ravines, the woods in front of them erupted with musket fire as the French and their Native American allies unloaded their weapons into the British. Stunned by the unexpected attack, the leading British troops were hurled backward into their advancing rear units, throwing Braddock’s regulars into hopeless confusion. Disorganized and gripped with fear, hammered by volley after volley of musket fire from directly ahead and then from their flanks, the British struggled to fight back as their legendary discipline began to falter.
            The first discharge of musket fire had targeted the officers and many had already fallen. Several times the British rallied and at one point succeeded in killing the French commander. That seemed to act as a signal to the Indians. They threw themselves at the British.
Now panic-stricken and disorientated, ignoring the commands of the few remaining officers, the British regulars huddled together in small groups, firing ineffectively into the surrounding trees and bushes. Protected by the ravines and trees, the French and Indians continued to target the officers.
            The only troops who retained any hint of common sense were the Virginians. As soon as they realized whom they were fighting, they ignored Braddock and used the colonial fighting tactics they had learned from the Native Americans.
            Washington’s conduct during the battle was exemplary. He refused to huddle in terror, as so many of his fellow officers did, vainly hoping to escape the death that flourished all around them. At six-foot-four and on horseback, he was the most conspicuous officer and the most conspicuous target in the entire British expedition. Witnesses describe him as riding from battered group to battered group, rallying his Virginians and attempting to rally the British regulars into following the example of the Virginians. Four musket balls tore through his coat and two horses were shot out from under him. Inexplicably, nothing touched him.
             Finally, Braddock was shot through the lung and carried from the field. He later died of his wound.
            Washington, though he was relatively far down in the chain of command, displayed the leadership for which, he would someday become famous. He was able to enforce enough discipline to form a rear guard and allow what was left of the British expedition to retreat.
            British losses were appalling with more than 900 dead and wounded. According to most records, only one mounted officer survived the engagement that would become known as the “Battle of the Monongahela”, but should have been called the “Monongahela Massacre”. That officer was George Washington.
            He should have died that day. Just one more unknown, low ranking colonial officer, one more casualty in a poorly executed British offensive, his name lost in the mists of history. How Washington managed to survive is beyond explanation and it was only the first of such miraculous escapes. Had he lost his life, the America we know would not exist, or if it did somehow come into being, it would certainly be profoundly different. His survival in the face of almost impossible odds also gives substantial evidence to many, that both Washington and the nation that would someday become America, were under the protection and guidance of Divine Providence.
            Washington himself recognized that his survival that day was highly improbable. A few days later, in a letter to his brother John, Washington himself wrote about this. "By the all-powerful dispensations of Providence, I have been protected beyond all human probability or expectation; for I had four bullets through my coat, and two horses shot under me, yet escaped unhurt, although death was leveling my companions on every side of me!”







 






Geoff Armstrong began his teaching career in 1965 after receiving a teaching diploma from McGill University’s Macdonald College. He earned a Bachelor of Arts degree from Montreal’s Concordia University in 1967 where his major field of study was history. Armstrong credits writers such as Bruce Catton, and Thomas B. Costain, as well as the encouragement of his father who had little formal education, but a deep love of reading and of history, as the inspiration for his own life-long interest.

Throughout a 25-year teaching career he taught history at several grade levels and learned quickly that to reach the hearts of his students, history had to be made immediately and deeply relevant and accessible: that some event that took place centuries before those students were born had a direct and profound influence on every aspect their lives. He also learned that talking down or writing down to his students was a recipe for defeat. It is this awareness, shaped by a quarter century of teaching and countless questions by thousands of intelligent young people that has informed and shaped his writing.


You can visit his website at www.MomentsThatMadeAmerica.com.








Tuesday, April 23, 2019

The Story Behind Chicano Homeland by Louis R. Negrete

For today’s blog post, we have Louis R. Negrete giving us some background into the writing of his latest book, Chicago Homeland. Take it away Louis...


I was born in Los Angeles in a house within sight of the Watts Towers in an area my family knew as La Colonia. The neighborhood consisted mostly of low to medium income families that were friendly with each other. Growing up I heard stories about the mistreatment of Mexican families, especially immigrants. Over time I developed an awareness that we lived in racist times.  I wrote the book based on my life experience of wide spread anti-Mexican American racism in my neighborhood which I later realized was nationwide. 
Before 1848, Los Angeles was part of Mexico. Most recently the people used the term Chicano to identify themselves as the first residents of Los Angeles and the Southwest. We were a proud people living in this country. We were bilingual speaking both English and Spanish. We maintained our culture. In the 1960’s to 1980’s community activists in different groups created the Chicano movement as community resistance to injustice slowly increased.
As I grew up my uncles and cousins told me to avoid contact with the police because they were anti-Mexican. I then saw my uncle chased down the street by sailors and police during what the media called the Pachuco Riots, a dangerous time downtown for young Mexican Americans. My sense of anti-Mexican racism became more realistic when I was in high school and got stopped by the police near my home. I was unable to answer their questions because I was having an asthma attack. The police got angry and beat me on my body, not my face, then they took me to the police station and phoned my parents to pick me up. Afterwards, the police kept driving slowly by my house. It seemed they were looking for me, so my parents rented a room for me in El Sereno where I stayed for a few weeks. This too made me aware of racial discrimination. As an adult, I was fully aware of anti-Mexican racism in society but in my high school and college education, I never learned about our contributions to society nor of racial discrimination against us. Ironically, I was encouraged by white Anglo men to pursue my education and career opportunities.   
Racism became a background for my growing up. I became aware that people were resisting injustice on the streets and places where they worked. By the time I became a university professor, I was fully aware that separate protest events formed the beginnings of a Chicano community movement for justice. Eventually protest events, even if separate, formed a united movement of thousands of men and women activists, many unknown, in different groups. The evolving movement included protest events like the high school student walkouts for better schools, formation of the farmworker’s union, opposition to the war in Vietnam, demands for return of Southwest land grants taken from Mexico after the U.S. war with Mexico, organization of the militant Brown Berets, and the Chicano Moratorium Committee against the war in Vietnam and creation of the nation’s first academic university Department of Chicano Studies. Other activist groups were also part of the growing movement.
The work of the Chicano movement was a success. Since then, Mexican Americans can be found employed in government, business, schools. nonprofit agencies, law enforcement, all across the range of employment and careers, and as elected officials. But resistance to continuing poverty, homelessness, and racism must compel younger generations of minorities to keep the movement alive. I believe that minorities in America must fight back against racism in local and national politics. Anti-immigrant government policies popular today pose a major threat to democracy. The struggles of the Chicano people must continue as a united community opposition against racism. Younger generations of Americans must know this part of our national history.  
About the Author

Dr. Louis R. Negrete was born and raised in Los Angeles. During his distinguished career, Dr. Negrete served as Director of Project Head Start for the Council of Mexican American Affairs and was also a founding member of the new Chicano Studies Department at the California State University in Los Angeles. He served as professor of Chicano Studies for some 35 years at Cal State LA. CHICANO HOMELAND is his first book. Dr. Negrete makes his home in Los Angeles, California. 
Web site for book at www.ChicanoHomeland.com




Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Character Guest Post from Celeste Jones of The Summer Retreat by Sheila Roberts


For today’s blog post, I’ve asked Celeste Jones of The Summer Retreat by Sheila Roberts to tell us how she deals with breakups. She had a lot to say. Without further ado, take it away Celeste…

When the Going Gets Tough…

The not so tough go to the beach. To hang out with family. And forget the cheating rat who broke her heart. My name is Celeste Jones, and that is exactly what I did. You see, I thought (once again) that I’d found the perfect man, my soul mate, Mr. Happily Ever After, my prince. Instead I found a frog, a
dirty, rotten, cheating, warty frog. He broke my heart, so I decided to spend my summer vacation with my sister Jenna in the beach town of Moonlight Harbor on the Washington Coast.

Jenna is my hero. She survived a broken heart and came to the beach to hit restart on her life. And what a great restart she’s made! She now has two great men who are both crazy about her, she’s remodeled and is making a success out of running a vintage motel, and she’s made some great new friends. She went from victim to victorious and I figured she could help me find a way to do the same.

I didn’t plan on meeting the perfect man when I came to Moonlight Harbor. (Although I’m always hoping.) But I did. He’s a pastor, and they have to have their lives together, right? At least Paul Welch seems to. He’s a great guy. I think I’m in love.
           
Except, there’s this other man. No, no, no. Not the right man at all. He’s creepy. Not my type. Paul’s the one.
           
I don’t think all the women at his church think so though. In fact, I’m sure they’re out to get me, especially one who’d hoped he’d fall for her.

Well, sorry Hyacinth. I can’t help it if Paul likes me better. Now, if I could just get him to like my dog. One step at a time. Right?

As for the killer in Room Twelve… no, not even going there.

I don’t know how my story is going to turn out, but one thing I know for sure, life’s good at the beach. Especially this one!

            About the Author

Best-selling author Sheila Roberts has seen her books published in a dozen different languages and made into movies for both the Hallmark and Lifetime channels. She’s happily married with three children and lives in the Pacific Northwest. When she’s not hanging out with girlfriends, speaking to women’s groups or going dancing with her husband she can be found writing about those things near and dear to women’s hearts: family, friends, and chocolate.

Her latest book is the women’s fiction/romance, THE SUMMER RETREAT.

Website Address:  http://www.sheilasplace.com



BOOK BLURB:

Celeste Jones has plans for a perfect summer with her boyfriend (and hopefully soon-to-be fiancĂ©)—until he dumps her to be with the woman he’s had on the side for months. Heartbroken and furious, Celeste resolves to move on. When the going gets tough, the tough…okay, the not-so-tough go to the beach.

As soon as school lets out for the summer, she waves goodbye to her first-graders, packs up her bikini and heads for Moonlight Harbor, where she knows her big sister, Jenna, will receive her with open arms. Jenna could probably use some help at the Driftwood Inn, and Celeste is happy to do chores around the place in exchange for a relaxing summer escape. She just needs something—or someone—to distract her from her troubles.

Finding The One can be tricky, and Jenna is determined to make sure Celeste gets it right this time around. Not that Jenna’s an expert. She’s still trying to sort out her own love life. But if both sisters listen to their hearts, eventually they’re bound to discover that life—and love—is good at the beach.

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Thursday, April 4, 2019

Character Guest Post from Thad Cochran of The Guild Saga Series by John Joseph Doody



For today’s blog post, I’ve asked Thad Cochran of The Guild Saga Series by John Joseph Doody to tell us about the day he met sweet little Maggie. He had a lot to say. Without further ado, take it away Thad…


I remember the first time I saw Maggie Thorn. 

I sat in civvies, wearing shorts, sandals and a flowered shirt, inside my favorite haunt—the officer’s club on Thandimone, a Guild outpost, and a lovely wilderness world, but an icy place where the temperature rarely rose above forty degrees Fahrenheit. Though I had given up the booze years before, I still liked the atmosphere, and the women, in a good club. It was early in the day and I sat at an oval-shaped cocktail bar watching the pretty, redheaded barmaid, Oasis make her rounds inside the oval booze dispenser, with a red carpet beneath her spiked heels and a mirrored ceiling above her lovely head. It has been my experience that sitting near the under-the-bar sink is a good place to be for the guy wanting to know a bit more about a particular barmaid. Occasionally, she would stop and chat while she washed a few glasses, and of course these were deep conversations.   

“Don’t you freeze outside dressed like that, Commander Cochran?”

She hadn’t noticed I sat on my brown parka. “I walk fast,” I said. “Anyway, call me Thad.”

She flashed a set of perfect pearly whites. “How tall are you, Thad?”

“Six-four,” I said. “But only first thing in the morning. Did you know you’re the tallest when you first wake up?”

“I’m the tallest when I wear my five-inch stilettos.” She smiled again, smoothed her leather skirt, glancing up at the mirrored ceiling and primped her mushroomed hair-do. She scrubbed another glass and dried it. “I heard you’re a bigshot pilot.” She leaned on the bar. “Maybe you could take me for a ride sometime . . . in your starship?”

I shrugged and sipped my coffee. “I’m pretty sure the captain might notice if I take the ship out of the garage without permission. You trying to get me into trouble?”

“Maybe.”

A small woman with her dark hair in a bun stepped into the lounge through a set of swinging silver doors. She had beautiful dark eyes and wore a Guild uniform, tan with orange cuffs and orange lapels. The woman also walked with a springing gait like a gymnast and wore captain’s bars. Casually eyeing my choice of attire, she shot me a dirty look. I gave her the old, charming Thad Cochran smile, and she drew her mouth up. This intrigued me.

Ordering a drink from, Oasis, she pretended to study the furniture and settled down at a table with a book and turned her back to me. Oasis returned and batted her eyes. “So, tell me what it’s like to be a Guild pilot. Why do people call it the Thieves Guild?”

By now my miffed attention rested solely on the woman—and her back. “Do me a favor, Oasis. Send the lady another drink. Tell her it’s on me.”

“You want to buy her another milk?”

I shuddered. “Milk?”

“Sure.” She lowered her voice. “That’s Captain Maggie Thorn. They call her ship The Crimson Witch, though I don’t know why. Anyway, she comes in here every day at this time and orders a milk. I don’t think she likes to be . . . interrupted.”

At that moment, the silver doors swung open again, and four burly men in khakis loudly entered the lounge, pushing and shoving each other. They were Guild officers but not flight crew, and they appeared to be inebriated, and it was just past lunch, a violation of the Guild code of conduct if I was one who cared about such things, which I am not—hence the shorts. Oasis leaned in close enough I could smell her perfume. “They’re off a supply ship that got here yesterday from Daggon. I think they been drinking since they arrived. You still want to send her another milk?” She pouted.

One khaki made his way to the bar while the other three hovered around the reading woman’s table. The dufus at the bar had a paunch, and a undone button revealed a stained t-shirt beneath. He hadn’t shaved in a while, and his eyes were glassy. The other turds sat down at the table with Captain Thorn while Oasis handed the man a bottle and some glasses. Thorn set her book down and pointed at her captain’s bars. “You boys know what these are?” Her voice had a menacing edge to it, but these guys were too drunk to notice.

I figured we were all in trouble when Oasis ducked down behind the bar.

“Give us a kiss, Cinderella,” the skinny one opposite her at the table croaked.

She moved quickly, like an irritated cat, grabbed the man by the hair and slammed his face down on the table. He slid off his chair onto the floor and didn’t get up. She managed to take time to glance at me and give me another dirty look, as if that face-smash had been meant for me. Strangely, I found this exciting. Dufus sat the bottle and glasses down on the table and glared at her. “Say, he better not be dead, fly girl. He owes me money. Maybe you should get a gander at the bars on my lapel, missy. You’re not the only captain around here, and our ship doesn’t need a flight crew, it’s all automatic nowadays.” He sneered at her.

His two still-conscious comrades stood up and agreed with him. She flipped the table up, kicked one in the jaw with a side kick that sent him over another table, punched the guy next to Dufus with several rapid-fire shots to the sternum, then jumped in a ballerina-like swan move that ended in a roundhouse kick to Dufus’ temple. In the end, three of the men were unconscious and one lay on the floor groaning and holding his chest. She grabbed her book, gave me a final dirty look, raised her lovely chin and ambled out of the club.

It was love at first sight. Okay, maybe it was one sided, but I figured she’d warm up to me sooner or later—if she didn’t kill me first.

About the Author

I earned a B.A. in Biblical Studies from Coral Ridge University and Seminary, as well as an M.A. in Political Science from George Wythe College. My first publication was a short story, TELEPIO 690, which appeared in Sidetrekked Magazine, Issue #48. My other publications are, my first novel (actually a novella), THE WONK DECELERATOR, my second novel, THE LATE, GREAT BENJAMIN BALE, my third novel, RETURN OF THE CRIMSON WITCH and a fourth mini-book, a prequel to the Guild Series, THE DAUGHTER OF GETH, which is available only in ebook. I am currently working on a science fiction/horror novel, THE DARK. One of these days I might even finish it.
Happily, I have a wife and four children and live in Florida.
Website Link: www.johndoody.com
Twitter Link: @johnjosephdoody
Facebook Link: https://www.facebook.com/authorjohnjosephdoody/

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Title: THE GUILD SAGA: THE WONK DECELERATOR (Book 1)
Author: John Joseph Doody
Publisher: eTreasures Publishing LLC
Pages: 131
Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy
BOOK BLURB:
For Earthers dwelling in Guild space, it is a one-hundred year journey back to Earth. An unimaginable voyage, until now.
When Guild commander and crack pilot, Thad Cochran boards the shuttle destined for the casinos of Timmerus, finding a way back to Earth is not on his radar. He wants the five-percent finder’s fee the Guild is offering for a black box held by the lizard-like Yazz. Thad has a dream: With the loot he will get for stealing the Wonk Decelerator, he can buy a ranch on Beta Prime.
But things begin to fall apart for him in the dark caverns of Timmerus, and Thad must reconsider his priorities in life. Has he discovered a cause greater than his dream? Are there actually more important things to life than money and his dream? What about the woman who is waiting for him? What about freedom in the galaxy? And what about his discovery, fashioned by the gnarled hands of a brilliant, old Yazz, that could change everything?
Thad Cochran has a choice to make. He can fulfill his quest, escape with his life and be rich. Or he can fly with the Wonks … one more time.

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Book Excerpt:
Thad opened his eyes, aware of a sense that the murky sun was dropping on the horizon. He panicked momentarily until he realized he still had a half hour before the prearranged confab with Maggie. 

He headed for the bathroom to change into darker clothes for the journey. The bathroom had Thandimonean stone flooring, golden faucets and a huge commode one nearly needed a ladder to get up on. 

Thad rubbed his face and ran his tongue over his teeth. He might as well clean up while he was in here. He stripped, broke out his toothbrush and was busy about his business when he heard a creaking hinge. 

He stepped out of the bathroom in his skivvies, toothpaste frothing in his mouth. 

"Commander Cochran." 

He heard the voice, glanced at the open door, but saw no one. 

"Yeph?!" he gurgled, toothpaste spraying everywhere as his voice took on a falsetto tone. 

"I’m up here, silly boy." 

Thad looked up, and his heart tried to jump out of his gullet. The woman, the one he had seen in the space port 

and had suspected of being a droid, crawled across the ceiling like a spider chasing after a bug. How she managed to cling, upside down, her head twisted a hundred and eighty degrees and looking directly at him, was a repulsive mystery to him. 

Oh, you’re a droid all right! 

He had never seen a Mandroid capable of walking on ceilings. This droid’s techno was impressive and scary. 

"You should go back to your people, Commander Cochran," she said, as she crawled down the wall, her head twisting again, cracking and popping back to its original position. 

He knew there was no sense in trying to get away, or in trying to fight with this droid. She was too fast, too strong. He had no weapon to use against her, and worst of all, he was in his underwear. 

Thad swallowed his toothpaste. 

Once on the floor, she meandered over to him and, with a critical expression, eyed him from head to toe. She was beautiful, but she smelled of a peculiar blend of perfume and something like burnt rubber. 

"There’s only death waiting for you here on Gar Mega. Go back, Commander, before it’s too late." 

With that, she walked stiffly from the room, leaving the door open. Thad wasted no time, sprinted to the door, locked it and leaned against the wall, his legs trembling beneath him. 

She’s probably got a key that pops out of her finger or something. I know I locked that.



Title: THE GUILD SAGA: THE LATE, GREAT BENJAMIN BALE (Book 2)
Author: John Joseph Doody
Publisher: eTreasures Publishing LLC
Pages: 370
Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy
BOOK BLURB:
The destinies of two men depend on Maggie Thorn. One is dying and the other is dead…or is he?

Captain Maggie Thorn is on a formal Guild mission, supposedly to kidnap the yazz scientist, Gravian Endrenicus, and return him to Thandimone. But she also has a personal score to settle with the lizard-like inhabitants of Timmerus. She intends to make the yazz pay for what they did to Thad Cochran—the one the yazz call the Thieves Guild pilot. The man she loves.

Supreme Fleet Commander, Admiral Geoff Grangore knows of only one man who could get Maggie to Timmerus and back while traitorous eyes are watching. That man is an old drunk who lives deep in the Thandimonean wilderness with his pet Eno, Snot. Benjamin Bale is suicidal and cantankerous, and Maggie can’t stand him—at first.

Bale is a dead man. At least, that’s what everyone was told. But this dead man has a final mission to perform. The greatest star pilot in the galaxy has a chance to redeem himself and make right a great wrong. A wrong which he can never forgive or forget. A wrong that cost him everything.

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Title: THE GUILD SAGA: RETURN OF THE CRIMSON WITCH (Book 3)
Author: John Joseph Doody
Publisher: eTreasures Publishing LLC
Pages: 407
Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy
BOOK BLURB:
The Bashtier call Wonk space, Eerindark—The Place of the Dead—and Thad Cochran, the only pilot to go there and live, will soon find out why. The sacrifice of Benjamin Bale brings Thad back from the dead. But is he truly free from the death grip of the Wonks?
A body is discovered behind an apartment wall in a small town on the planet Daggon. With the mystery thrust upon him, Admiral Geoff Grangore must pursue a dangerous quest for the truth—is it somehow connected to The Wonk Decelerator?

Dreams and visions are dancing in the heads of the yazz. Something bad is coming to the frontier—a hidden enemy only the Guild traitor, Alexander Hamilton Patho knows.
Patho sends an assassin to Daggon and his conniving gaze is on the M-3 Wonk vessel. It seems civil war is imminent and those who control the power of Wonk travel will rule the known galaxy. Therefore, it must not fall into Patho’s hands.

It is time for war, and time for Maggie Thorn to learn the truth about who she really is. It is also time for The Return of the Crimson Witch.

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