Friday, April 15, 2011

Growing Up White Next to a Black Neighborhood

The area of Austin called Clarksville is different than it was when I was born December 6, 1936. At that time, and up until the time we moved to South Austin in 1945, the former slave neighborhood was located between West 10th and Waterston Avenue with West Lynn Street on the east extending west to the railroad tracks that are now in the middle of MoPac.

It's hard for my children and grandchildren to understand that time in Austin's history when schools and neighborhoods were segregated by race. Only blacks lived in the area called Clarksville and the children didn't go to Mathews Elementary where my sister and I went.

My family lived in four different houses just outside the black neighborhood. At one house our backyard was up against a black family's backyard. That's where we lived when I was between five and nine, and I remember talking to some kids over that fence there often, or until my parents told me not to. Since most other blacks lived east of Austin, living where we did gave me an opportunity many white kids didn't have. I got to know some of my black neighbors, even though I had to keep it a secret from my parents.

I grew up in a segregated town, not really understanding why, and it wasn't until I was in college in 1954 that blacks in Austin began to be reluctantly accepted in some places. I left Austin in 1956 to join the marines. One of my friends was a black private from Houston. In California, we could go to restaurants together and the beach and just about anywhere we wanted. My friend rode back to Texas with me once and by the time we got to Austin, without discussing it, we started getting our food to go.

Perhaps due to my early experience growing up in Clarksville, I've always believed in equality of the races. I included a character in my novel, Where Love Once Lived, who is about my age and is black. I gave him my experiences, from the other side of the fence, however. Several scenes take place in the neighborhood, including memories of the neighborhood, Mathews School, the Confederate home, and what it was like to live in a segregated area. There is also an interracial marriage in the book.

Now, I have the opportunity to return to the neighborhood. Sunday, April 17, 2011, between 1:00 and 6:00 p.m. I'll be signing books at the Clarksville Family Fun Fest in the parking lot of the Clarksville Neighborhood Center. I know the neighborhood has changed, but it is my hope that someone who remembers that time in our history stops by the booth. I'd love to talk to someone who lived in Clarksville back in the 1940's, and most of all I'd like to hear what they think of my Clarksville fictional characters.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

My New Profile -- Changing Churches Is Tough

Our church friends become family after a while. There are many reasons for leaving a church, moving to a new city or across town. Or, perhaps you just find a church that better fills your needs at this time in your life and you decide to make the change. Whatever the reason, leaving can lead to a feeling of loss and a period of grieving, no matter how happy you are at your new church. It's not just the church activities you miss, it's the friends you were used to seeing week after week, some twice a week.

We identify with our churches to a point where they can become a part of our identity. That happened to me recently. Although it has been several months since we switched churches, I noticed my blog profile hadn't been changed. Now it has.

Here is my new blog profile:

I am a Stephen Leader, a Stephen Minister, and a member of First United Methodist Church in Georgetown, Texas. While singing with the Austin Lyric Opera Chorus, I was in 42 productions. Along with my wife, Celeste, I sing with the San Gabriel Chorale and we have been in several Berkshire Choral Festivals. I am an Adjunct Professor at Austin Community College where I teach computer courses. I received the adjunct teaching excellence award in 2005. I am a member of the American Christian Fiction Writers, the Writers League of Texas, and the San Gabriel Writers' League. I have a Master of Science degree from the University of Houston and a Bachelor of Arts from the University of California at Long Beach. Awards for Where Love Once Lived include First Place -- 2007 SouthWest Writers Contest in the Inspirational/Spiritual Category, First Place -- 2007 Writers' League of Texas Novel Manuscript Contest, Romance Category, Third Place -- Fourteenth Annual Lone Star Writing Competition, Northwest Houston Chapter of the Romance Writers of America, Inspirational Romance Category and Finalist -- 2006 Yosemite Writers Contest Novel Category.

I'd love to hear about your experiences in moving from one church to another.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Today is National Bookmobile Day



According to the American Library Association, April 13, 2011 is National Bookmobile Day. Audrey Niffenegger, the author of The Night Bookmobile as well as The Time Traveler’s Wife and Her Fearful Symmetry, is this year's honorary chair for this special day.

I guess if the American Library Association had known about Where Love Once Lived they would had picked someone else to be honorary chair. Oh, well. There's always next year.

Niffenegger is an artist and novelist and has created a graphic novel unlike anything I've read. Although I haven't read it, it sounds interesting and I'll add it to my to read list.

In comparison, about one-third of Where Love Once Lived takes place on a bookmobile and it should be of interest to bookmobile lovers around the world. I used my experience as a bookmobile driver to write the book and I wish we had bookmobiles still. I recently asked the Austin Public Library if they had plans to get one, and they said no. However, I'm happy to report that Georgetown, Texas, where I now live, is preparing to by one. More on that endeavor in a later post.

Another novel involving a bookmobile is The Camel Bookmobile: A Novel by Masha Hamilton. According to Publishers Weekly, this book follows a 36-year-old librarian from New York to Garissa, Kenya, on her sincere but naïve quest to make a difference in the world.

Celebrate National Bookmobile Day by reading one of these three bookmobile books, preferably mine.


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

I Called Him Dancer by Eddie Snipes

Eddie Snipes is launching a new inspirational fiction book. I Called Him Dancer is an inspirational story about how one woman’s enduring faith and unconditional love drives her to reach out to a homeless man who has given up on life.

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When people see a breathtaking performance, it looks like natural, raw talent. The truth is, behind the performer is a long road filled with struggle, pain, and hardship. In front of every winner is a mountain of failure they must first climb and conquer. The greater the mountain, the sweeter the taste of success. Michael Camp was an award winning dancer.

For a moment, Michael danced on top of the world, but one bad choice turned his life upside down. The once promising Broadway star now washes windows for tips and lives among the homeless. When his former dance partner recognizes him behind the fray of whiskers, shame drives him away from her. Angry at God and the world, the Dancer refuses to allow anyone into his life.

Beyond his short-lived success, stands a valley of despair with terrain so rugged, his very life will hang in the balances. If he survives, the mountain awaits. It has been said, unless a seed falls into the ground and dies, it cannot blossom into life. Can Michael Camp trust enough to die, when life seems out of reach?

When everything is stripped away, three things remain: faith, hope, and love. The greatest of these is love. I Called Him Dancer is a story about how one woman’s enduring faith and unconditional love drives her to reach out to a homeless man who has given up on life.

Monday, April 11, 2011

EXCERPT: Children of Dreams by Lorilyn Roberts

 
"...And My Daughters from the Ends of the Earth"

by Lorilyn Roberts

I gazed through the broken window admiring the grandeur of the Himalayan Mountains twenty miles west of China. I felt like I was starring in a movie as I sat nervously waiting in the dusty, dingy office of the Chief District Officer of Dolakha, Nepal. The room was mostly dark, lit with only one uncovered light bulb. Old wooden chairs lined the bare walls and scraped the concrete floor. A dark-haired, three-year-old little girl named Manisha sat beside me. 

The C.D.O., a man in his early 30's, sat at an oversized desk with my papers before him. Wielding incredible power over my future, I needed his approval to adopt Manisha.  It was hard for me to fathom how I had put myself into this situation, except that I knew God was leading me. My thoughts flashed momentarily back to my failed marriage of eight years.

"I don't love you anymore," my husband told me one night after I confronted him with evidence that he was seeing another woman.

I replayed scenes of the long hours I worked as a court reporter putting him through medical school. I remembered the wine bottles and cheese that I uncovered in the garbage upon returning home after visiting my family in Atlanta. I recalled the night he contacted the police after I confronted him in his office at the hospital. Two weeks after our divorce was final, the other woman gave birth to his child. I was devastated and hurt. Only a loving God could help me to start over and begin a new life.

A few years after my divorce, I received a letter from World Vision, an evangelical organization that sponsors children in Third World countries. The beginning of the letter, dated February 13, 1993, read:  "Over 150 million children worldwide are trapped by hunger, sickness, poverty, and neglect."  I took the letter and put it on my refrigerator and thought, someday I am going to adopt a child from another country. The letter ended with a quote from Proverbs 13:12 (LB), "Hope deferred makes the heart sick; but when dreams come true at last, there is life and joy."

Eight years later, after much forgiveness, prayer, and healing, God lead me to Nepal. I looked at Manisha, and with piercing, dark brown eyes focused on me, she spoke softly in very clear English, "I love you." 

I responded back, "I love you, too."

I did not know how she could have uttered those words because she could not speak English. It gave me the assurance I needed over the next few days that God was in control.  The C.D.O. poured over my documents and after awhile looked up and asked, "You're not 40?"   

"No," I said, "but I'm almost 40." 

"It's the law you must be 40." He gave a cursory glance through the rest of my documents.  He and Silas, my facilitator, exchanged a flurry of words in Nepali. Some elderly Nepali men sitting in the room stared at me. I had the feeling that Silas was talking about my infertility. I felt exposed that such personal information was being bantered about. I saw worry in Silas's eyes and knew my hopes of becoming a mother were precariously in limbo.

"We can go back to Kathmandu and try to get special permission from the Home Minister for you to adopt, but there is nothing more we can do here."    

I pondered in my heart what Manisha said to me, "I love you." I had to trust God.

The next morning I heard a knock at my hotel door. I opened it and there was Manisha.  She looked beautiful in her new pink dress and checkered blue top, smiling and laughing. My heart was full of both worry and hope.   

Before we left the hotel to meet with the Home Minister, I called my Mom and asked for prayer. Isaiah 43:5-6* came to mind, "Do not be afraid, for I am with you; I will bring your children from the east...and my daughters from the ends of the earth." 

"O, Dear God," I prayed, "Please let this be Your will. Manisha needs a forever family, hope, and You."

The sun shone brightly and it was a beautiful day as we arrived at the courthouse.

"They don't like me at the legal office," said Silas, "because I refuse to give them money.  In America, it's called bribery, but in Nepal, it happens all the time."

Nobody wanted to help us. Silas spoke in Nepali to a male secretary and he motioned us into another room. An errand boy, after an extended discussion with Silas, went into the Home Minister's office. We waited for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he reappeared speaking in Nepali to Silas. 

Silas breathed a sigh of relief and anticipation.

"The Home Minister has granted his permission for you to adopt Manisha." 

My eyes filled with tears as I remembered Manisha's softly-spoken words in the Himalayan Mountains, "I love you." It was as if God had said to me, "I love you." 

Yes, Manisha, I love you, too.

Just as God loved us so much that He gave us His Son and adopted us into His family, God had given me the first of two daughters to love from the ends of the earth. 

*NIV Translation

The full story can be read in Children of Dreams, available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other bookstores. The medical mystery uncovered in the book was featured in Animal Planet’s “Monsters Inside Me,” Episode 210, “Shape Shifters.”



Friday, April 8, 2011

Artificial Wear and Tear of Library eBooks?


HarperCollins has initiated a new procedure for selling ebooks to lending libraries that sets a maximum of 26 checkouts per book. Since eBooks could last forever, the publisher has set an artificial wearing out time so that ebooks, like print books, will have to be periodically replaced.

How have libraries responded?

They're not happy. Especially at this time of reduced budgets and higher costs. Some have refused to buy more HarperCollins eBooks. Others are negotiating to increase the maximum from 26 to some larger number that more closely matches the lifetime of printed books. I've read that some hardback books are checked out hundreds of times with little wear and tear. Even paperback books last longer than 26 check outs.

As an author, I'm not so sure HarperCollins approach is unreasonable. Those sturdy library editions cost more because they're built to last. Electronic books sell for less than printed books because of the reduced manufacturing cost.

Here is an example of the cost difference: I sell the Kindle edition of Where Love Once Lived on Amazon.com for $5.99 and my cut is $4.16. The iPad version which sells for the same provides a profit of $3.36 after Apple takes its cut. It's less than that if the book is sold in UK or Canada, but not much.

In contrast, the print edition of Where Love Once Lived sells for $15.99 and my share from Amazon.com is $5.17. Books sold in bookstores and by other online outlets bring me $1.98 per book.

Since ebooks don't wear out, is it fair to the copyright holders for libraries to buy ebooks for less than the print editions and use them forever? Especially now with so many people switching to electronic book readers.

What do you think?

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Internet Archive and Free Movies

I may be the only one who hasn't heard of this website, but just in case, I want to tell you about it.

After watching an old Zasu Pitts movie called Niagara Falls I'd found cheap at my pharmacy one day, I went to http://www.imdb.com/ as I usually do after watching a movie, old or new, to read the details and to answer questions like, "who was that familiar looking actor?" Also, imdb.com is a fun place to find movie goofs if you like that kind of thing.

I linked to Niagara Falls, learned it was a 1941 movie, read about the actors, and read some of the comments. Then I noticed a link to something called Internet Archive (http://www.archive.org/)  where the entire movie was available to download or view free.

Since I love old movies, I went there to check it out. Here's the information from About IA page:

The Internet Archive is a 501(c)(3) non-profit that was founded to build an Internet library. Its purposes include offering permanent access for researchers, historians, scholars, people with disabilities, and the general public to historical collections that exist in digital format. Founded in 1996 and located in San Francisco, the Archive has been receiving data donations from Alexa Internet and others. In late 1999, the organization started to grow to include more well-rounded collections. Now the Internet Archive includes texts, audio, moving images, and software as well as archived web pages in our collections, and provides specialized services for adaptive reading and information access for the blind and other persons with disabilities.
The Moving Images section has a link to the Top 40 best free legal movies you can download right now that you may want to check. You can also search for movies alphabetically or by category.

The Archived Web Page section includes the Internet Archive Way Back Machine where I was able to view some of my own web pages from the past. Austin Lyric Opera Chorus (AloChorus.org), for example, no longer exists, but I was able to go back to the year 2000 and see 114 iterations of the site. Amazing.

If you find this website useful, you may want to make a contribution. See http://www.archive.org/donate/ for details.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

BOOK REVIEW: Heart of Ice by Lis Wiehl with April Henry

This is a story about three women, working in criminal investigative jobs in Portland, Oregon. Federal prosecutor Allison Pierce, FBI Agent Nicole Hedges, and television crime reporter Cassidy Shaw, long-time friends from school, team up to find a cold-hearted killer before more lives are lost. Time becomes more critical when the killer threatens to harm them and their loved ones.

This is the third book in a series called Triple Threat, named for the three main characters. In my opinion it is the best yet. As usual, it is suspenseful, full of action, and about interesting characters. I like the way the reader is given insights the three women don't have yet. This adds to the suspense.

Although each book in the series stands alone, I felt the characters in this one had grown emotionally since the last book. Each had gone through life events that would make anyone stop and evaluate their situation. Or, perhaps the authors have grown. I say that because I also felt the other characters, the criminal ones, were more real to me than in past books.

There is a subtle message about how different people react to God, but it does not take away from an enjoyable read. I strongly recommend Heart of Ice!

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.” After reading the book, I donated it to a church library.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Scott M. Shafer--What Every Dream Means


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Everyone dreams and yet so few grasp the truth of the meaning of these valuable gems. What Every Dream Means by Scott M. Shafer reveals remarkable insights into the development of a lifestyle that involves embracing and listening to the details of our dreams, which is ultimately transformational. Each dream and symbol is completely unique, much like the human eye. As you discover principles of working with your own symbolism and with the kinds of picture language revealed in dreams such as riddles, metaphors and more your thought processes will change dynamically.

What Every Dream Means presents a model of dream interpretation that involves intimacy, is deeply relational, principle centered, and is rooted in a Judeo/Christian spiritual perspective.

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Monday, April 4, 2011

Tom Anderson and the Carillon

I went to Morris Beachy's funeral not long ago and ran into many old singer friends after the service. One was Tom Anderson who has played the carillon at the University of Texas for years. (See http://www.utexas.edu/tours/mainbuilding/news/carillon/kcfacts.html).

In Where Love Once Lived, there is a scene on the campus between Karen Brian with the carillon in the background so I took the opportunity to mention this to Tom. This excerpt from the scene begins after Brian asks Karen if she wants to go the Tower to look at an exhibit:

She looked pleased, but looked at her watch. “I’d rather stay close to this area. They play the carillon today at ten to one.”

“Carillon? What’s that?”

She stopped and pointed toward the Tower, the building in the center of the campus that rose high above the other structures in the area.

“It’s new since we were here. There are fifty-six bells with enough notes to play complete songs.”

Brian pointed to a group of benches across campus. “Can we hear it from over there?”

“Sure. You’re supposed to be able to hear it from anywhere on the forty acres.”

“Good,” he said. “On my way here, I spotted a great place to eat under the trees there.”

“What about the Texas Union?” she asked. “We used to like the cafeteria there.”

“It’s gone,” he said. “There’s a food court with some pretty good choices if you like fast food, but we don’t need it.” He smiled as he held up a plastic grocery bag. “Ta-da! I stopped by Central Market and picked up lunch. I hope you don’t mind.”

She looked surprised and pleased. “Not at all. How nice of you. We can listen to the carillon while having a picnic.”

She’d not let him kiss her on the mouth when they met, but there was something in her face that made him think she was warming to him more each day. If she cared for him enough, maybe loved him, she’d forgive him for what he had to tell her today. They walked south from the Tower. When they reached the steps leading to the fountain, they turned right instead of going down the steps. He motioned toward a bench beneath two tall trees.

“How about here?”

She looked around and then smiled. “Déjà vu. We had lunch here once before, didn’t we?”

…after Brian makes a disclosure to Karen, the scene continues…

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you again by telling you about this.”

“But you did. What hurts the most is the way you set yourself out as the victim—poor little Brian. Tricked into sleeping with the pregnant girl so she’d have a father for her child.”

His whole body blushed. Why would she say that?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to give you that impression. I’ve always said I’m the one to blame. I’m the one who made the mistake. Mistake doesn’t do it justice. It was a terrible thing I did. I’ve suffered for it my entire life.”

“Good.” She spat the word out, crossed her arms, and stared straight ahead again.

“I’m sorry if I sounded like the victim,” he said. “I didn’t mean to. I’m trying to adjust to this news about Amy in the only way I know how. I felt you needed to know about what happened with Judy, but I didn’t expect to hurt you again by telling you.”

“You did, though. Every time more information from our past comes out, I end up getting hurt.”

She sounded sad now instead of angry, and he could see her eyes were moist.

He wanted to put his arm around her, hold her close, and protect her from the pain he’d caused, but when he moved toward her, she moved away. If he couldn’t touch her, all he had were words to set the way for their future.

“I understand, but this is the end of the bad news from the past. There’s nothing more, I promise.”

She gazed toward him then turned away.

“Don’t count on it. I’ve tried to be open to letting something develop between us, but it’s too painful. I’m not strong enough. I think it must be too late.”

He looked at her, not sure what to say. This couldn’t be the end. Not now.

“I’ve told you everything.”

She shook her head. “There’ll be more surprises.” She stood, brushed the front of her slacks, and looked at him. “I’m sorry, I can’t handle this anymore. Let’s end it now before we hurt each other more.”

She was calm, no longer angry, and he could feel her leaving his life forever. He was about to give up on building a life with Karen when the person playing the carillons began to play. Karen sat down to listen as the sound filled the campus. The first piece Brian recognized as a stilted version of “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning” from Oklahoma. Perhaps fifty-six notes weren’t enough to play it perfectly, but it was recognizable. The performance continued one song after another for ten minutes. The last piece was the university fight song, “Texas Fight.” They sat silently, apart from each other on the bench, until the concert ended.

The Tower chimed one o’clock. She was on her feet once again.

“I’m sorry. Perhaps we don’t have to end things yet.”

Brian stood and brushed his hair back. He felt relieved.

“Good. I know we can work this out.” He reached for her.

She moved away, out of his reach.

“No. Let me finish. While the music played, I remembered you promised to help me with Laura next week, and then a few days after that, there’s the get-together with the Combine. I’d still like to go to that. I don’t know why. Okay? That’ll be our last two times together. Believe me, it’ll be best that way.”

So that was it. He decided not to ask if she wanted to look at the exhibit in the Tower.

“Okay.”

That was all he could manage. He didn’t believe her for a minute. His life couldn’t possibly be better without her in it.