Tuesday 21 May 2024

Read an excerpt from Stumbling Stones by Bonnie Suchman

 



Stumbling Stones
By Bonnie Suchman


Publication Date: 9th May 2024
Publisher: Black Rose Writing
Page Length: 282 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction

"Alice knew that Selma sometimes felt judged by their mother and didn't always like it when Alice was praised and Selma was not. Alice glanced over at her sister, but Selma was smiling at Alice. In what Alice understood might be Selma's last act of generosity towards her sister, Selma was going to let Alice bask in the glow of Emma's pride toward her elder daughter. Then the three shared a hug, a hug that seemed to last forever."

Alice Heppenheimer, born into a prosperous German Jewish family around the turn of the twentieth century, comes of age at a time of growing opportunities for women.

So, when she turns 21 years old, she convinces her strict family to allow her to attend art school, and then pursues a career in women's fashion. Alice prospers in her career and settles into married life, but she could not anticipate a Nazi Germany, where simply being Jewish has become an existential threat. Stumbling Stones is a novel based on the true story of a woman driven to achieve at a time of persecution and hatred, and who is reluctant to leave the only home she has ever known.

But as strong and resilient as Alice is, she now faces the ultimate challenge - will she and her husband be able to escape Nazi Germany or have they waited too long to leave?

Excerpt

The weekend following the incident at the Westend Synagogue was the opening weekend of the summer season for the Frankfurt bath resorts. Frankfurt had a number of public bath resorts along the Main River, but the Heppenheimer family had always gone to the Nierderrad Licht- und Luftbad (Light and Air Bath). Located on a peninsula in the Main River, the bath had a sand beach, a river pool, and a café. When Alice was a child, the facilities were rather primitive. But while she was living in Nuremberg, the city had added changing rooms and showers. And while the consumption of alcohol was forbidden through the 1920s, the café began serving wine and beer in 1933. After Alice returned to Frankfurt, one of her favorite activities in the summer was to spend an entire Sunday at the Nierderrad bath, swimming in the pool and enjoying the afternoon with family or friends.
Unfortunately for Frankfurt’s Jews, the enactment of the Nuremberg Laws impacted this coveted summer leisure activity. While Jews could frequent any of the public baths before those laws were passed, beginning in the summer of 1937, Jews in Frankfurt could only visit the Nierderrad Light and Air Bath. Asit turned out, this was one of the few new directives that did not affect Alice, since she had always gone to the Nierderrad Bath. And that was Alice’s plan for the first Sunday the bath was open.
Alice woke early that Sunday morning and was just too excited to remain in bed. She began packing the wicker basket with enough food for lunch and an afternoon snack, taking her time as she made the sandwiches. Alfred and Alice had planned to pick up Selma and Emma around 10 am, and the four of them would take the tram to the bath. Fortunately for Alice, Leo would not be joining them – he claimed it would be too hot for him. After she finished preparing all of the food for the day, Alice still had an hour before they needed to leave, and so sat down with a cup of coffee and read yesterday’s paper. Alice didn’t mind the wait -- it was nice to just sit and not have to work.
Just before 10 am, Alice and Alfred left the apartment and walked to Selma’s apartment. Of course, when they arrived, Emma was not even close to being ready. But Alice expected that her mother would be late and joined her sister in the kitchen. Selma inspected the food basket, made a face at Alice, and then replaced much of what Alice had packed with food she had prepared. Alice laughed, but did not object. When Emma was finally ready, the four left the apartment and walked to the tram stop. As they boarded the tram, they could see others carrying baskets for a day at the bath. As they continued the ride, Alice could see the car filling with more and more Jews taking the tram to the Niederrad Bath. Alice thought to herself, regardless of all the other challenges in their lives, today, Frankfurt’s Jews were going to enjoy a day in the sun. That was certainly the case for Alice.
The tram stopped just outside the gates of the bath, and virtually everyone exited the tram. They all walked up to the ticket booth to pay the small admission fee. The Jewish community had been forced to lease the bath from the city for the 1937 summer season, and the fee was intended to cover the cost of the lease. After entering the facilities, the ladies went to the right and Alfred went to the left to change into their bathing suits. After they finished changing, Alfred rented four chairs and an umbrella and then the four found a place to settle for the day.
Alice and Selma had taken swimming lessons as children and both immediately went into the pool to swim. Emma did not like the water, but enjoyed watching her daughters swim. Alfred was afraid of the water, but was happy to sit in a chair and read his book. He also enjoyed talking to his mother-in-law. Emma had been raised by a religious scholar and Alfred had attended an orthodox yeshiva. Alfred was no longer religious, but Emma still attended services when she could and liked to discuss the week’s Torah portion with Alfred when they were together. Emma’s scholarly father believed it was important for all of his children to receive a Jewish education, and Emma was happy to share that knowledge in conversations with her son-in-law. At some point, Alice stopped swimming and looked over at her mother and Alfred. It was clear they were arguing over some point and having fun. Without having to worry about whether Alice or Selma would be bored by the conversation, the two could enjoy challenging each other with various arguments, which they were clearly doing. But it was always in good fun, and neither ever left the discussion with bruised egos, so Alice went back to her swim.
Around noon, Alice opened the food basket. Alfred had already walked to the café for cold drinks. The sun was strong, but the breeze from the river kept everyone comfortable as they ate their lunch. After lunch, Alice decided to take a nap, and was soon sound asleep. Deep into a dream, Alice could hear her name and woke with a start. She stared at Alfred.
“What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
Alfred smiled at her. “Nothing has happened. I am sorry I startled you. They are about to start the boat races and I thought you would want to watch.”
Alice took a deep breath to calm herself. “I was dreaming that you were being chased by Nazis and then I heard you call my name in the dream. I thought something bad had happened. But it was just a dream. Yes, let’s go watch the races. Where are Selma and Mama?”
“Your mom was getting a bit warm, so Selma took her to the café for a cold coffee.”
The Jewish sports club Schild was on the peninsula next to the Nierderrad bath and had built a boathouse in the 1920s. Following the restriction on Jewish participation in all sporting events, Schild invited other Jewish boat clubs to store their boats at the boathouse and then organized rowing races to run through the summer. The first rowing race was about to start when Alice and Alfred reached the shoreline. There were so many people there to watch the race that Alice and Alfred had trouble seeing the river. Six boats were in the water and then the gun went off to start the race. People started to cheer for their team and Alice and Alfred soon found themselves cheering for Schild. The race lasted about a minute and Schild was victorious. Alice and Alfred hugged each other and then hugged others who had been cheering for Schild.
There were several other boat races, but Alice and Alfred decided to take a walk instead along the path that followed the water. Others were also walking along the path, and Alice and Alfred stopped to chat with several people they knew. Alfred noticed someone selling ices and bought them both ices. They reached their chairs as they were finishing their ices. Selma was reading and Emma was napping.
“Welcome back. How were the races?”
“We only watched the first race. Schild won, which was pretty exciting. Then Alfred and I took a walk along the water. How is Mama doing?”
“I think Mama might be ready to leave.”
“I am also ready to leave. Let’s pack up everything and then we can wake Mama. We can all change in the changing rooms and then head home.”
By the time they left the bath, it was nearly 3 pm. The tram arrived almost immediately after they reached the stop, and it soon filled with other Jews, exhausted from their day at Niederrad Bath. Alfred found a seat for Emma and Selma, but he and Alice were forced to stand. That was okay, Alice thought. The ride would be relatively quick. As the tram started to empty of bathers, Alice could hear several teenage boys in the back bothering an elderly Jewish couple.
Alfred looked at Alice and shook his head. “Alice, say nothing. Just look to the front of the tram. Out stop is next.”
As soon as the tram stopped, Alice and Selma helped up their mother and the four quickly left the tram. I hope that couple is okay, Alice thought to herself. But she knew it would not have helped them if she had tried to intervene. What could she or Alfred have been able to do? They actually could have made things worse. She tried not to think about the couple as they walked her sister and mother home.
Alice was singing to herself as she prepared dinner that evening. Nothing fancy, just a cold soup and a cold chicken salad. She could hear Alfred enter the kitchen. Her hugged her from behind and kissed the back of her neck.
“Well, someone is in a particularly good mood.”
“I am. It was just a really nice day. The weather was perfect and it was nice not to have to worry about being hassled by people that hate you. The only bad thing that happened to me today was that my shoulders got a little too much sun. But being there today makes me think maybe we can wait out this craziness. Maybe if the Nazis gave us our own space to live, we could be okay.”
“I know what you mean about feeling safe in a place. It was really nice to be in a place where it was okay to be Jewish. But that was only because the Nazi won’t let Jews visit the other baths.
And we are not safe even in places that are just for Jews. Remember what happened last week at the concert in the synagogue? Today was just a respite from reality. We will never be truly safe as long as we are in Germany. And I believe it will only get worse. We need to leave as soon as we can.”
“I agree. Still, it was nice to feel totally safe, at least for a few hours. Hopefully, we will feel that all the time once we are in America.”

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Bonnie Suchman is an attorney who has been practicing law for forty years. Using her legal skills, she researched her husband's family's 250-year history in Germany, and published a non-fiction book about the family, Broken Promises: The Story of a Jewish Family in Germany. Bonnie found one member of the family, Alice Heppenheimer, particularly compelling. Stumbling Stones tells Alice's story. Bonnie has two adult children and lives in Maryland with her husband, Bruce.

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Monday 20 May 2024

Book Review - A Nightingale's Last Song: A WWII Romance by Kathleen Harryman


A Nightingale's Last Song: A WWII Romance 
By Kathleen Harryman


Publication Date: 13th November 2023
Publisher: ISBN Services
Page Length: 605 Pages
Genre: Romance

“We gave everything we had to treat the wounded,
no matter the danger, we remained committed until the last.”

On Lillian Elizabeth’s death, Lilibeth inherits her grandmother’s home, Seagulls Rest, but it comes with a condition. Lilibeth must reveal her grandmother’s secret.

November 1940: Lillian Elizabeth joins the Queen Alexandra’s Imperial Military Nursing Services in the fight against Hitler. She never meant to fall in love.

Major Joseph Lawrence is a doctor. Sergeant Alick McNavis a Scottish soldier. They are very different men. One will capture Lillian Elizabeth’s heart. The other her soul. One, a forbidden love. The other, permissible.

From the destruction of war, a Nightingale brings hope. Across the battlefields of France to the sandstorms of Egypt, a Nightingale’s voice is often the last sound a soldier will hear.

Now this Nightingale needs the help of her granddaughter, Lilibeth, so her soul can rest in peace.


Although her mother had expressly forbade Lilly from doing so, Lilly put her name forward for Queen Alexandra’s Imperial Military Nursing Services. She might lose her inheritance, but she knows what she wants to do, and nothing is going to stop her. Throwing herself into danger’s path, Lilly finds things she never could’ve expected from the job. She comes face to face with harrowing scenes and horrifying injuries, but she also meets friends along the way, and two men she simply can’t choose between. With friends surrounding her, Lilly grows a formidable force who are behind her as she fights the battles that come her way.


A heartfelt WWII romance, A Nightingale’s Last Song by Kathleen Harryman is a novel of friendship and love during a time of confusion and unease, following Lillian Elizabeth Nutman’s life and experiences as a nurse during the war.


Harryman has boldly tackled every year of World War II, although much of the story takes place on the Duchess of Richmond – a cruise ship that had been requisitioned as a troopship. It is on this ship that Lilly solidifies her love for Joe and meets the other love interest in her life, Alick. The way Lilly and Joe's love story was depicted was both beautiful and sweet, a classic romance that I found delightful to read about. The connection between Lilly and Alick is filled with intense passion and an enduring sense of forever. The author's skill in writing unforgettable romances is remarkable, and I was fully absorbed in this love triangle. I even found myself reaching for tissues more than once.


The author has spent a great deal of time depicting the comradeship between Lilly and her fellow nurses, which helps to bring a sense of light-heartedness to the novel at times. The struggles all the nurses face when confronted with the horror of war are shared by all, but the burden is lightened by the fact that they are all in it together, and experiencing the same things. Lilly and her friends go through some truly harrowing experiences in this novel, but they are all very strong characters, and are able to push their emotions down in order to carry on with their duties and keep going. Despite the seriousness of their work, there is certainly a balance between work and leisure time. For the most part, when they are not on duty, they spend their time having a good laugh, mostly at each other’s expense! Pearl is always on the hunt for her next lover, and is not particularly worried about her reputation – somehow, her antics are overlooked by the matron, although she is very lucky to get away with as much as she does! I did find it rather amusing that all of the matrons in this novel were so incredibly boorish – especially later on in the novel when Sister Maud is not allowed to vomit, even though they are at sea and Maud is suffering from terrible sea sickness!


I thought the author did a marvellous job in depicting the hardships that the medical teams and soldiers faced, not only from the German guns and bombs but also from the vermin. They had to contend with the sand, mosquitoes, flies, scorpions, and not forgetting the rats. The difficulties of keeping the field hospitals as sterile as possible seem like an impossible task, and yet there is some light entertainment when the rats start chasing Morag around the ward. The author has done a marvellous job of lightening the darker moments of this novel with humour. One minute you might be reaching for the tissues and the next, laughing out loud!


Lilly’s relationship with her mother was very interesting. At the beginning of this novel, their relationship is very strained to say the least, but by the end of the novel, Jane Anne has certainly thawed. A great deal of this book is depicted in letters from Lilly to Jane Anne, letters that Lilly has no intention of ever sending. I was left wondering whether, if she had sent the letters, would Jane Anne have been quite so cordial towards her daughter, for Lilly leaves nothing out of the letters. By the end of the novel instead of an antagonist, Jean Anne becomes something of an ally. I thought Jane Anne’s depiction was wonderfully drawn, and incredibly realistic in the telling.


It is easy to forget that this novel is a dual timeline. We are introduced to Lilibeth at the beginning of this novel when her grandmother (Lilly) has just passed away, but after meeting her initially, we do not come back to her until the end of the novel. She both opens and closes the story, but this novel is Lilly’s story to tell. The ending itself was very poetic and truly quite wonderful in the telling. This novel is certainly an emotional one, so I’d recommend keeping a pack of tissues close by.


A Nightingale's Last Song by Kathleen Harryman is a novel that will play on your emotions, and will make you both laugh out loud and shed a few tears. I will certainly be looking out for more novels by this author.




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Kathleen Harryman


Kathleen Harryman is a storyteller and poet living in the historically rich city of York, North Yorkshire, England, with her husband, children and pet dog and cat.

Kathleen first published a suspense thriller in 2015, The Other Side of the Looking Glass. Since then, she has developed a unique writing style which readers have enjoyed and is now a multi-published author of suspense, psychological thrillers, poetry and historical romance.

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Friday 17 May 2024

Book Review - Novice Threads (Silver Sampler Series Book 1) by Nancy Jardine


Novice Threads
(Silver Sampler Series Book 1)
By Nancy Jardine

 


Publication Date: 15th May 2024
Publisher: Nancy Jardine with Ocelot Press 
Page Length: 388 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction

A thirst for education. Shattered dreams. Fragile relations.

1840s Scotland

Being sent to school is the most exhilarating thing that’s ever happened to young Margaret Law. She sharpens her newly-acquired education on her best friend, Jessie Morison, till Jessie is spirited away to become a scullery maid. But how can Margaret fulfil her visions of becoming a schoolteacher when her parents’ tailoring and drapery business suddenly collapses and she must find a job?

Salvation from domestic drudgery – or never-ending seamstress work – comes via Jessie whose employer seeks a tutor for his daughter. Free time exploring Edinburgh with Jessie is great fun, but increasing tension in the household claws at Margaret’s nerves.
Margaret also worries about her parents' estrangement, and the mystery of Jessie's unknown father.

When tragedy befalls the household in Edinburgh, Margaret must forge a new pathway for the future – though where will that be?



Nothing has ever excited young Margaret Law as much as her first day of school, if only Jessie Morison, her best friend in the whole world, was with her! Her determination to teach Jessie everything she is taught is a true testament to what best friends do for each other. 

Unfortunately, circumstances tear the best friends apart.

Jessie would have been left without any means if not for a mysterious person who helped her secure a job as a scullery maid in a respected Edinburgh household, following her grandmother’s passing. Although Jessie hasn’t fully mastered her lettering and grammar, Margaret cherishes every letter she receives from her best friend.

Margaret aspires to become a teacher, but her parents can no longer finance her education due to changing circumstances. Despite still being a child, Margaret, like Jessie, must assume adult responsibilities. She has to find work. Thankfully, Jessie’s employer is seeking a tutor for their daughter. Margaret jumps at the chance to be united with her childhood friend, and her parents seem pleased with her being employed. However, things are not quite what they seem in the Duncan household and tragedy is just a heartbeat away.

Readers will be captivated by the poignant tale of the lasting bonds of friendship formed in childhood. Novice Threads (Silver Sampler Series, Book 1) by Nancy Jardine is a truly wonderful book. Right from the start, I was mesmerized by the enthralling plot and the intricately crafted characters. This is a book that demands to be read in one sitting.

The historical backdrop of this novel has been meticulously studied. The first part of the novel is set in Milnathort, where there is seemingly little opportunity for its inhabitants. The textile mills, where certain characters are employed, paid little attention to health and safety. The poverty depicted is a sombre reminder of the time the book is set in, and the landlords’ treatment of their tenants is abhorrent. Empathy and common decency seem to go out the window when money is involved. The story later moves to Edinburgh, where once again the author has demonstrated her skill at creating a realistic historical backdrop for her novel. I thought the depiction of both Milnathort and Edinburgh were masterfully portrayed.

From a modern standpoint, it’s hard to understand the immense difficulty of sending your child into service. It was the only opportunity for Jessie to escape destitution after her grandmother died, but she had to work excessively long hours and playtime is now a thing of the past. Likewise, Margaret is still very much a child when she starts work, but her situation is better than Jessies, for she has the necessary education skills to care for her charge. Before sending Margaret off to Edinburgh, her mother tells her to be cautious of strangers in the street who may use charm to exploit her. At first, Margaret is unsure of what it means, but eventually, she comprehends her mother’s cautionary words.

Margaret has always had a hunger for learning, even as a child, and fortunately, her parents can financially support her education unlike other children her age. The contagious excitement Margaret displayed on the first day of school brought back memories of my first day of school excitement. As the narrative develops and her situation alters, her passion for learning remains unwavering. Margaret was a beautifully crafted character that I grew to care deeply for.

Oh, Jessie — how I adored her, and what heartrending choices she is forced to face. She’s a young girl who must quickly adapt to the responsibilities of being a grown-up. Jessie’s lovable nature has captured my heart completely. She doesn’t easily get angry; she gracefully accepts whatever comes her way, hiding the true extent of her emotional turmoil behind her sunny smile. Jardine has depicted a poignant portrayal of a young woman on a journey of self-discovery.

All the secondary characters in this book play a crucial role in driving the narrative forward. Witnessing Mistress Duncan’s mental health decline was truly sad, and her violent mood swings affected everyone in the Duncan house, including the servants. Her gradual decline coincides with that of the health of her daughter, Rachel. Although she is painted in a negative light, I couldn’t help but feel some compassion for Mistress Duncan because back then there was a lack of understanding about mental health conditions and her obvious guilt over Rachel’s accident was very evident throughout this story As her delirium intensifies, her moods become even more erratic, and she is seemingly oblivious to Rachael’s declining health. Her story is a truly tragic one.

Rachel is the darling of this story. A tragic accident left her paralyzed, necessitating constant care, but she still craves an education. Rachel is a determined young girl with a thirst for knowledge and a desire to explore the world. While her health declines and her world becomes smaller, Jessie and Margaret are the two constants in her life. Despite being young, Rachel’s intuition is so strong that she deduces Jessie’s heritage before Jessie does. Rachel, with her ever-present smile, was an extremely likeable character whom I grew to adore.

From the very first sentence to the final full stop, Novice Threads by Nancy Jardine captivated me with its emotionally charged storytelling. With a realistic historical backdrop, Jardine has created a story that is as impossible to put down as it is to forget. This is a story that will stay with me for a very long time. I cannot wait to read the next book in what promises to be an enthralling series.


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Nancy Jardine


Nancy Jardine lives in the spectacular ‘Castle Country’ of Aberdeenshire, Scotland. Her main writing focus has, to date, been historical and time travel fiction set in Roman Britain, though she’s also published contemporary mystery novels with genealogy plots. If not writing, researching (an unending obsession), reading or gardening, her young grandchildren will probably be entertaining her, or she’ll be binge-watching historical films and series made for TV. 

She loves signing/ selling her novels at local events and gives author presentations locally across Aberdeenshire. These are generally about her novels or with a focus on Ancient Roman Scotland, presented to groups large and small. Zoom sessions have been an entertaining alternative to presenting face-to-face events during, and since, the Covid 19 pandemic restrictions.

Current memberships are with the Historical Novel Society; Scottish Association of Writers; Federation of Writers Scotland, Romantic Novelists Association and the Alliance of Independent Authors. She’s self-published with the author co-operative Ocelot Press.

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Thursday 16 May 2024

A powerful and unforgettable story of the strength of women and the unwavering courage of those who seek a better world.

 
The Austrian Bride
By Helen Parusel


Publication Date: 15th January 2024
Publisher: Boldwood Books 
Page Length: 392 Pages
Genre: 20th Century Historical Fiction

A powerful and unforgettable story of the strength of women and the unwavering courage of those who seek a better world.

Austria, 1938

After years of hardship, Ella is full of hope for a better future for Austrians, and when Hitler marches into Linz, she can’t help but become swept up in the euphoria of her boyfriend, Max.

But she soon realises her mistake. When she witnesses a woman being shot in the street and a childhood friend’s Jewish department store is closed down, she knows she must do something.

It’s a dangerous time to be a resistor, especially when her fascist boyfriend proposes to her. Knowing the secrets she can uncover, Ella enlists in a Reich Bride School, finding herself propelled into the social elite of the Nazi circle.

Ella knows she has a duty – to her family, her friends, and her country – so while Europe teeters on the brink of WW2, a desperate race begins to save the people she loves. But betraying the Nazis could be her death sentence…

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Helen Parusel


I come from London but now live in Hamburg, Germany with my husband, daughter and rescue dog. I gave English lessons to retired Germans for twenty years and became intrigued by many of their wartime stories. I have ancestors from Austria and I spent my summer holidays there for years which inspired my next novel. I have always loved reading and writing, and now finally have the time to devote to writing.




Wednesday 15 May 2024

Will their struggles give them hope to fight for their beliefs, or tear them forever apart?



Autumn and The Silver Moon Stallion
By V P Felmlee


Publication Date: 8th November 2023
Publisher: TCS Publishing
Page Length: 280 Pages
Genre: Young Adult / New Adult Fiction

An abused, neglected filly is abandoned on a remote country road, left to die. 

A young woman grieves the loss of her best friend, the champion horse she had built her life and future around.

The heir to one of the largest ranches in Wyoming comes home to face the ire and disappointment of his grandfather. 

A world-renown scientist clashes with the U.S.government over a brutal, decades-long war to decide the fate of thousands of mustangs, a beloved icon of the American West.  

Autumn and The Silver Moon Stallion is their story of love, hatred, and death.  Will their struggles give them hope to fight for their beliefs, or tear them forever apart?

Excerpt

The next night, they were ready to move. There were a few clouds; an almost-full moon broke free from time to time, giving them some light.

Quietly, almost as one, the stallion led the way down the ledge onto the soft dirt below. They did not stop to forage; when they reached the river, they did not stop to drink.

With one mind, with one purpose, they crossed at a narrow point. These mustangs were strong and young, but the water was cold, the current swift.

In a single line, they treaded the water. The black mare got ahead of the stallion, the current almost carrying her away from them. She raised her head, eyes wide in panic. He drifted to her side, then around, and nudged her body back to the straight course.

Finally, all three found their footing and splashed to the shore, dripping wet and huffing.

The mare who almost drifted away was trembling. The stallion walked over to touch her neck and back. 

She appreciated his concern. "I've never gone into water before. I won't do that again."

"You won't have to," he promised.

He looked around, getting his feel for this new land. A trail led north into open range. He rejected this, they needed as much shelter as they could get, not to be seen nor discovered for as long as possible.

Another possibility was a wide opening with high walls on either side. The clouds wafted across the sky, allowing the moon to brighten his view. A narrow path beckoned him. He followed it a short distance, then returned to the mares.

"Follow me," he told them. "We'll be safe here." Without hesitation, they followed him and were soon wrapped in the darkness.

The white stallion now belonged to Silver Moon Canyon.


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V P Felmlee is the author of The Abandoned Trilogy: Price Tadpole & Princess Clara; Good Boy Ben; and the third book in the series, Autumn and the Silver Moon Stallion. A former newspaper reporter and editor, she has a degree in geology, and has been active in historic preservation and animal welfare issues. Her articles have appeared in several magazines and she has won numerous awards. 

She will be the 2025 president of Women Writing the West and lives in Grand Junction, Colorado, with her husband, two dogs, and six cats.

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Tuesday 14 May 2024

Inspired by true events of the Civil War, The Lost Women of Mill Street is a vividly drawn novel about the bonds of sisterhood, the strength of women, and the repercussions of war on individual lives.

 



The Lost Women of Mill Street
By Kinley Bryan


Publication Date: 7th May 2024
Publisher: Blue Mug Press
Page Count: 300 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction

1864: As Sherman’s army marches toward Atlanta, a cotton mill commandeered by the Confederacy lies in its path. Inside the mill, Clara Douglas weaves cloth and watches over her sister Kitty, waiting for the day her fiancé returns from the West.

When Sherman’s troops destroy the mill, Clara’s plans to start a new life in Nebraska are threatened. Branded as traitors by the Federals, Clara, Kitty, and countless others are exiled to a desolate refugee prison hundreds of miles from home.

Cut off from all they've ever known, Clara clings to hope while grappling with doubts about her fiancé’s ambitions and the unsettling truths surrounding his absence. As the days pass, the sisters find themselves thrust onto the foreign streets of Cincinnati, a city teeming with uncertainty and hostility. She must summon reserves of courage, ingenuity, and strength she didn’t know she had if they are to survive in an unfamiliar, unwelcoming land.

Inspired by true events of the Civil War, The Lost Women of Mill Street is a vividly drawn novel about the bonds of sisterhood, the strength of women, and the repercussions of war on individual lives.

Excerpt

A wisp of cotton blew over loom number two and landed on Clara’s brow. The lint, one of countless pieces that fluttered about the mill in a sweltering snowfall, stuck to her damp skin. She brushed it away absentmindedly, keeping the fibers from her nose and mouth, haunted by the news that had spread through the factory that morning fast as a cotton fire: Marietta had fallen. Not that any of the mill hands could claim surprise. Sherman’s advance through North Georgia had been steady as a heartbeat, certain as one day turns into the next. And now Johnston’s army would retreat again, this time leaving but sixteen miles of roadway between Sherman’s troops and the weave room where Clara and her sister Kitty tended their looms.

Most townspeople with the means to leave had done so weeks earlier. When the Federals reached Cassville, thirty miles to the northwest, the “Roswell Royalty” had fled, their wagons piled high with furniture and trunks, cooking utensils and linens. But for a house slave left to stand watch, their grand homes now stood empty: Barrington Hall, Dunwoody Hall, Primrose Cottage (which was a cottage in the same way the last three years was a “neighborly spat”).

It had been unnerving, watching them all leave. Clara had been reassured when the Roswell Manufacturing Company president boldly declared he would remain in town until the Yankees set a torch to his home. Despite his bravado, he, too, had left for locations further from Federal gunfire, leaving the mill workers to defend his property from the Yankee torch. He’d emptied the company store of its provisions, about two months’ worth, and parceled them out among the workers. An act of charity toward his laborers or a means to keep food from the Federals, depending on whom you asked. Either way, Clara, Kitty, and four hundred others, mostly women and children with neither the means to leave nor a place to go, remained. Paid in company scrip, what wages they’d saved after rent and food were useless beyond town limits.

Clara shook the advancing army from her thoughts. Tried to, at least. There was nothing to be done. And losing your focus near the machines could be tragic, deadly even. The oppressive July heat, combined with the fetid broth of oil, sweat, and lint, seldom failed to make her lightheaded.
She stopped one of her power looms to remove the shuttle and replace the bobbin, which had run out of weft. Within seconds she’d threaded the new bobbin through the hole in the shuttle, putting her mouth to it to suck the thread through, and placed the shuttle in the box. From there, the shuttle would speed back and forth between the warp threads, simultaneously over and under the lengthwise strands of yarn. She’d made it into a game for herself, how fast she could replace the bobbin.

Her homespun dress clung to her sweaty skin, errant strawberry-blond curls to her temples. Though it was summer, she saw little more of the sun than she did in winter. Like all the mill workers but the slave men in the pickers room, her skin was pale as parchment year-round from working twelve-hour days, six days a week. But the sun’s summer rays baked them all inside that factory, the mill like a giant brick oven, and they loaves of bread. The glazed windows remained closed lest any breeze break delicate threads.

A stocky figure appeared in the doorway a few feet from Clara. The Frenchman. He surveyed the weave room as if taking a measure of its activity. One hundred twenty power looms beat a frenetic, deafening rhythm. There were twenty rows of looms, three pairs of looms per row, each mill hand working a pair. An aisle between each pair of looms stretched the room’s length.
Clara, in the first row, faced the door as she worked. She regarded the Frenchman, the temporary superintendent. This was a rare appearance, and no doubt had something to do with Marietta. Mr. Roche walked down her aisle, his chest puffed and his lips pressed together as if he were holding his breath, which he most likely was; you could get all stopped up from the lint if you weren’t used to breathing it.

Clara exchanged a glance with her younger sister, who worked two looms across the aisle. Kitty playfully puffed out her chest and pursed her lips, mimicking the temporary superintendent. Clara smiled indulgently at her sister but shook her head. They had to be careful. Though their work was drudgery and the conditions poor, there were no better options for two unmarried women in Roswell, Georgia, three years into the war.

Kitty hunched over, barking out a deep cough. Clara’s stomach pitted. When Benjamin returned, he would take them far from here. In the West, they would work on their own, better land and breathe fresh air. Kitty wouldn’t suffer noxious mill fumes, they wouldn’t be baked alive in these brick factories, and they would be free. Clara imagined cool autumns, and summers that didn’t bring crushing heat. In the winter, when the fields lay quiet, she might make hats to sell in town in the spring.

She glanced over her shoulder. At the far end of the expansive weave room, Orton, the overseer, sat at his elevated desk. He rose as Mr. Roche approached. The temporary superintendent said something, and Orton nodded subserviently. Then he frowned. The superintendent gestured toward the front of the weave room and wagged a finger. Yes, sir, Orton said. She could tell by the movement of his lips.

No one knew how many days they had left at the mill. No one knew if the Federals would raid the town. It was the not knowing that kept Clara up at night.

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Kinley Bryan


Kinley Bryan's debut novel, Sisters of the Sweetwater Fury, inspired by the Great Lakes Storm of 1913 and her own family history, won the 2022 Publishers Weekly Selfies Award for adult fiction. An Ohio native, she lives in South Carolina with her husband and three children. The Lost Women of Mill Street is her second novel.

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