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Monday, October 20, 2014

DEAD BUT NOT GONE by Kathleen Rice Adams

Dead but Not Gone

By Kathleen Rice Adams

Every year at Halloween, people dredge up every ghost story, spooky campfire tale, and urban legend they can find. Something draws humans to the supernatural, the unexplained, and the patently creepy, even though most of us fervently hope we’ll never experience the phenomena in person.

Ghost stories are nothing new. Neither are ghosts. In fact, quite a few of America’s most famous…and notorious…former citizens reportedly still inhabit their favorite “haunts” a century or more after their corporeal forms left the building.



Abigail Adams
John and Abigail Adams not only left their mark on history as the second President and First Lady, but also as the first residents of the White House. The presidential mansion was still under construction when the couple moved out after John’s single term as President, but Abigail—a tidy, down-to-earth woman—reportedly lingers yet. During the Adams’s tenure at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave., Abigail hung her wash in the East Room because she found that to be the driest, warmest place on the property. During the Taft administration, the East Room became a popular spot for hosting receptions. That’s when the President, guests, and staff began reporting a ghostly Mrs. Adams, clad in a mop cap and lace shawl, sauntering through with armloads of spectral laundry. To this day, guests sometimes report a soapy fragrance in the room.



Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton
The third Vice President of the United States, Aaron Burr is best known for the duel in which he killed Alexander Hamilton, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence. Although Burr was acquitted of murder in the incident, both he and Hamilton appear to have been so scarred by the bitter political rivalry that haunted them during life that they stuck around after death to do a bit of haunting of their own. The owners, staff, and guests at a New York restaurant located in what once was Burr’s carriage house have attributed flying dishes and moving chairs to Burr’s unseen hand. Similar poltergeist activity has been reported in the Greenwich Village house in which Hamilton died.



Benjamin Franklin
Possibly one of the most brilliant intellects ever to roam the planet, Founding Father, writer, inventor, philosopher, and scientist Benjamin Franklin was more than a bit eccentric. Among his favorite earthly haunts during life was the library of the Philosophical Society he helped found in Philadelphia. After Franklin’s death, the society erected a statue to his memory. Perhaps they shouldn’t have bothered. Reports of his “free spirit” roaming the halls are legion. Less common, but no less credible, are sightings of the statue dancing through the Philly streets.



Andrew Jackson
The seventh President of the U.S., Andrew Jackson could be boisterous, argumentative, and temperamental. (While in office, he beat a would-be assassin to the ground on the steps of the Capitol building.) Old Hickory died in June 1845, but as large a presence as he was in life, nobody should have expected him to leave and be done with it. He didn’t. In 1865, Mary Todd Lincoln reported confronting a “cantankerous” ghost she insisted was Jackson’s swearing and stomping about the second-floor Rose Room, which had served as Jackson’s bedroom. Stomping, cursing, and loud laughter occasionally echo in the space even today, earning the Rose Room a reputation as the most haunted location in a structure with more than its share of resident ghosts.



Jesse James
One of the most notorious outlaws in the American West, Jesse James’s motives remain the subject of debate. Perhaps the American imagination’s unwillingness to let James go is the reason he hasn’t gone. Since the day he died more than 130 years ago, folks have reported unearthly goings-on at the Kearney, Missouri, farm where James grew up. Now a museum, the property is subject to doors opening and slamming all by themselves without setting off security alarms. Lights move inside and outside the buildings, and on foggy mornings, the pounding of hooves, muffled shouts, and gunfire can be heard in the nearby woods.



Enigmatic third U.S. President Thomas Jefferson embodied the clash between American ideals and the reality of the American experience. In the second paragraph of the Declaration of Independence, Jefferson wrote “all men are created equal,” yet he owned slaves and was outspoken in his belief that Negroes were an inferior race. Today, phantom footsteps and happy, if mysterious, humming and whistling at Jefferson’s home, Monticello, are attributed to his presence. Mary Todd Lincoln (who seemed prone to ghost sightings), reported seeing Jefferson in the Yellow Oval Room at the White House. In addition, hauntingly beautiful violin music sometimes emerges from the Oval Office while it is unoccupied. Jefferson was fond of playing the violin while relaxing in the room.



Marie Laveau
The truth about Marie Laveau is so buried in legend as to be indecipherable. Born a free woman of color, she’s often called the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, but it’s more likely she was a devout Catholic who embraced some African and Creole traditions in her role as a healer. Regardless where she stood on the mystical, Laveau was a beautiful, wealthy woman who remains a source of fascination more than 130 years after her death at the age of 98. People visiting her grave to seek a variety of intercessions have reported seeing the gauzy form of a woman wearing a tignon (a turban women of color were required to wear). The same figure has been seen at the New Orleans house where Laveau’s cottage once stood.



Robert E. Lee
Considered one of the most brilliant military tacticians in history, Confederate General Robert E. Lee led vastly outnumbered Rebel forces to a number of significant victories over better-equipped Union troops. Exhausted by the war and heartsick about the conflict’s toll on his beloved Virginia, Lee lived for only five years after the surrender at Appomattox Courthouse. At his death, it appears he regressed to happier times and returned to his family’s home in Alexandria, Virginia. There, the spirit of a young boy about four years old is thought to be Lee’s. Much like the general in his childhood, the boy is mischievous: He rings doorbells, moves objects, and giggles in the hallways. Occasionally he is seen romping on the lawn with a ghostly black dog and the specters of two young girls who are thought to be his sisters.



Abraham Lincoln
Possibly the most often-sighted ghost in the U.S. is reputed to be the sixteenth President. It seems only fitting that Abraham Lincoln would return from the Beyond, as he was a firm believer in the supernatural. Lincoln’s presidency during a pivotal point in American history and his tragic assassination seem to have bound him to the White House for good. Among those who’ve reported post-mortem encounters with Honest Abe are Presidents Theodore Roosevelt, Herbert Hoover, and Dwight Eisenhower; First Ladies Grace Coolidge, Jacquie Kennedy and Ladybird Johnson; presidential children Susan Ford and Maureen Reagan; Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands, and British Prime Minister Winston Churchill (who, in a tremendous breach of international protocol, encountered Lincoln fresh from the bath, nude). Lincoln makes his presence known in the Lincoln Bedroom, the Oval Office, the Rose Room, and the East Room, where his body lay in state. Lincoln’s ghost also has been reported in Springfield, Illinois—near his grave, walking the streets around the original courthouse, and wandering through his former home.



Dolley Madison
Wife of fourth U.S. President James Madison, Dolley Madison often is applauded for her social grace and elegant taste. The White House Rose Garden was her proudest accomplishment. Evidently, she continues to maintain a proprietary interest in horticulture. When First Lady Edith Wilson directed the staff to dig up the roses, a “very angry” apparition that looked a lot like Dolley chased them from their work. The project was abandoned. Others have reported detecting the scent of roses in several of Dolley’s favorite rooms.



Can you tell I’m fascinated by ghosts? When the opportunity to contribute to the Prairie Rose Publications anthology Cowboys, Creatures, and Calico, Vol.2 came along, I knew exactly what kind of Halloween creepiness my story would include.




“Family Tradition”

A failed bank robber and a phony psychic find their soulmates after she accidentally summons a pair of dishonest-to-goodness ghosts.

Haunted by his kin’s tradition of spectacular failure, bank robber Tombstone Hawkins is honor-bound to prove his family tree produced at least one bad apple. Carnival fortuneteller Pansy Gilchrist has masqueraded as a gypsy spiritualist for so long she’s started to believe her own spiel. When she accidentally summons a pair of real ghosts, dishonesty may not be the best policy…but it’s all they’ve got.

Excerpt:
She had no choice but to play out the con. “What question weighs your mind?”

“I’ve suffered a recent…setback.” A soft chuckle rippled across the space between them. “Ask your spirits how to remedy that.”

“The future is a vast, open plain. Without more to go on—”

“If you’re legit, they’ll know what I mean.”

As if maintaining the ruse weren’t difficult enough. She stalled for time with more deep breaths. “My guide wishes to know your name, so he may call upon the proper advisors.”

Silence expanded to fill the tent before he spoke. “Hawkins. Tombstone Hawkins.”

Her eyes snapped open. Finally, a chance to regain control of the dodge. “It’s not wise to mock the spirits.”

“Ain’t mocking nobody. That’s my given name.”

“Sounds like you should be contacting the Beyond yourself instead of inconveniencing me.”

The smirk she’d noticed earlier broadened into a full-fledged sneer brimming with sarcasm. “Please go on. I ain’t seen an act this entertaining since I was knee-high to a toad—and that’s been a mighty long while.”

The sparkle in dark eyes, the broad shoulders hunched over the chair, the amusement stretching his lips all spoke of a man for whom a rough-edged kind of charm came naturally. If pressed, she would admit this saddle tramp’s raw masculinity could enchant a less worldly woman. Cleaned up, he might even be attractive.

Too bad he was such an insufferable clod.

Directing her gaze to the crystal ball, she lowered her voice into the singsong rhythm that never failed to lull gullible marks into a trance of their own. “Spirits, Tombstone—” A giggle bubbled upward. She cleared her throat. “Tomb—” She nearly choked trying to catch a snort. Damn the man’s name anyway. “Mr. Hawkins seeks—”

His flattened hand crashed down on hers, practically pressing her palm through the tapestry. She glanced up.




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About Kathleen Rice Adams

A Texan to the bone, Kathleen Rice Adams spends her days chasing news stories and her nights and weekends shooting it out with Wild West desperados. Leave the upstanding, law-abiding heroes to other folks…even Kathleen’s good guys wear black hats. Find her online at:



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Saturday, October 4, 2014

Interview with Linda Caroll-Bradd





Linda Caroll-Bradd, Author


As a young girl, Linda was often found lying on her bed reading about fascinating characters having exciting adventures in places far away and in other time periods. In later years, she read and then started writing romances and achieved her first publication--a confession story. Married with 4 adult children and 2 granddaughters, Linda writes heartwarming contemporary and historical stories with a touch of humor from her home in the southern California mountains.
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INTERVIEW  

What is the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done?  In 1978, I left my family, friends, and hometown behind and moved to Oregon with the man who would become my husband. As a native Californian, I wanted to live in a different state. We ended up on 2-2/12 acres, had goats, chickens and a huge garden and our first child was born there.
What adventure would you like to have that you haven’t done yet if money and skill were no problem? We just bought a small RV, and I’d love to take a cross-country trip visiting national parks. We’ll have to wait until my husband retires for that one but I love getting away for 2-3 day trips.
Who are some of your favorite authors?  What commonality do you see in them?  Jill Shalvis, Kristen Higgins, Sharon Sala, Debra Holland. I like the universal themes of self-acceptance and small town settings common to many of their stories.
I believe color says something about a person’s personality.  What’s your favorite color?  Purple
If you could have a do-over life, what one thing would you do differently? I would start creating fiction stories earlier than my 40-th birthday, when I gifted myself with a 1-day class on writing romance.  What would you do again? Have home-births for my three children.
What is your writing process from conception to finished MS? Are you a planner, panster or both? I used to be total plotter needing to every bit of the story worked out—for one novel, I even picked out furniture types for the heroine’s apartment. Now that I have lots of titles to my credit, I give myself a framework of beginning to middle to end and trust my process to allow for diversions down a different path than I might have planned.
How did you research for your book?  When I lived in Texas, I visited lots of small town museums featuring exhibits of the start of the community. These are always great for showing the basic elements of a town, and then as the population grows, multiple businesses migrate to the town. I also did some research on the Texas Rangers and how this protective service was developed. Then I just put my characters across from each other and had them start talking.
What is your all-time favorite movie?  TV show? Movie—Last of the Mohicans, TV Show was Longmire (until A&E cancelled it)
How important do feel writing workshops are to any writer? For me, very important. I became a writer by tackling and learning each craft skill one at a time. I’m so glad my work history included lots of secretarial jobs so basic grammar. spelling and punctuation weren’t a problem. But I attended lots of workshops in person in the early years and have taken my share of online courses.
If you could learn one new skill, fear and money no deterrent, what would it be? Landscape Photography. I really like looking at pictures on the stock image sites and wish I could capture some of those beautiful places myself.
If you had a million dollars to donate to any one charity, what would it be? Cancer Research—we’ve lost several family members to various types
What advice would you like to give to an aspiring writer? Read at least twenty books in your target genre to get a feel for what types of plots are being bought. Doing this research lets you know the type of action, language, violence, sensuality levels that are the “norm” in that genre. Then write the story that is in your heart and head, keeping true to your own vision. Your story may still fit in your targeted genre or you may have established a new cross-genre. Enjoy the process of creation.
Did anyone mentor you or help you along the way?  Please tell us about your mentor and what you feel they contributed to your writing career. For this answer, I have to give credit to all the Romance Writers of America chapters I’ve belonged to. From each I learned aspects of craft, promotion, marketing, etc., and I’m still learning and adapting to the new world of indie publishing.
What is the best advice anyone ever gave you? “Know the rules of writing before you break them.” Because I have a solid base in English skills, I know (and can defend to an editor) when I’m intentionally using sentence fragments or assonance to structure my story.
If you could live anywhere in the world you wanted to, where would it be? (Language is no barrier) Ireland. We visited in May and I feel in love with the green fields and all the history.
Where do you write?  At a PC in small space (5’x7’) in the 2nd floor of our 750 s.f. cabin. I create pages there but do many of my additions and revisions on hard copy while at other places in the cabin (rocker, sofa).
How much time do you devote to writing each week?  Do you have a day every week that you take off? I am lucky enough to be a full-time author and freelance editor. I’m also a deadline writer and tend to procrastinate, which means I may work 8 hours solid three days in a row to finish a project. So I might do promotion in the morning for an hour or so, then write for a couple hours (hoping for 1-2K words) and work on edits in the evening.
What is a genre that you have not attempted that you would like to try? Cozy mystery
Is there anything you would like readers to know about you? One of my other passions (in the winter time) is crochet.
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COWBOYS, CREATURES, AND CALICO, VOL. 1 ANTHOLOGY
Linda’s contribution: Wander, Come Home
Author:  Linda Carroll-Bradd and Lorrie Farrelly, Cher’ley Grogg, Tanya Hanson, Shayna Matthews, Sarah McNeal
Publisher:  Prairie Rose Publications
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Will a justice-seeking wanderer find solace on a ranch with a widow determined to protect what is hers?
Blurb:
Widow Vevina Bernhard sees mysterious lights at night and believes her Texas ranch is haunted. She needs protection for herself and her 4-year old son but the town’s sheriff offers no help. Ex-Ranger Kell Hawksen hires on as a farrier but still tracks clues on a stagecoach robbery. On Samhain, fire erupts and Vevina and Kell battle both the danger and the depth of their feelings.

Excerpt:
Muscles tense, Kell pressed his lips tight to hold back a protest. What kind of sheriff expected this treatment from a widow? Not one who was on the up and up. Maybe he didn’t need to introduce himself yet. Better to wait and see how this plays out. He stepped out onto the boardwalk and, with quick strides, moved to his saddlebags and grabbed the carving stick he liked to whittle. From his pocket, he pulled a jackknife and settled into a chair in front of the hitching rail. In his experience, people were more ready to start up a conversation with someone otherwise occupied than with a stranger sitting and staring at passersby.
To his right, the doorknob rattled and the door opened, increasing the volume of the conversation.
“I expect ye to do yer job and check me fields, sheriff. I’m not promising ye’ll be allowed entry farther than me front porch.” The door shut with a bang, and Mrs. Bernhard breathed out a sigh. “Blasted lazy man. Oh now, Timmy. Don’t ye be using that bad word.”
“As cuss words go, that’s one not too bad.” Kell stood and lifted a finger to the brim of his hat. The sweet scent of lilacs teased his nose. “Ma’am, I couldn’t help but overhear what you said inside.”
She turned and gazed upward. “I suppose our voices were a bit loud.”
The woman was just a mite of a thing, had to be eight or nine inches shorter than him. But she apparently had the heart of a lioness. “Name’s Kell Hawksen, and I’m new in town.”
“Mr. Hawksen.” She bobbed her chin, making her bonnet strings bounce. “I’m Vevina Bernhard and this is my son, Timothy. With such a big name for a little boy, he’s known as Timmy.”
The boy gazed upward, his eyes a perfect match to his mother’s.
“Since you live around here, maybe you can point out a good hotel.” He hadn’t seen one on his ride in but he wanted to keep her talking. Her face was alight with intelligence surrounded by strawberry-blonde wisps of hair at the edge of her bonnet.
“Of course.” She twisted and pointed with her free hand. “No hotel, but I’ve heard of a good rooming house operated by Mrs. Treadwell. Go to that corner, turn right and it’s the third house down.” She turned and glanced at the full length of his body then squinted at his face. “Ye being here in Comfort on business?”
“Looking for work, actually.” And getting to the bottom of your mysterious lights might be quite entertaining. “I’ve served as a sleuth and a guard, I’m handy with a hammer and know my way around horses and cattle.”
“Oh, be ye a farrier, by chance?” Her eyes widened and she leaned forward. “Several of me horses need tending, and the new blacksmith doesn’t travel to outlying ranches.”
Outlying? He wondered how far outside of town the ranch was. “Not by profession, but I’ve always cared for my own horses.” He watched several emotions cross her expressive face as she considered his statement. Interest changed to caution and then to resignation.
After a long look at her son’s face and a few strokes of his shiny straight hair, Mrs. Bernhard dipped her chin then lifted her gaze to meet his. “I can offer ye room and board plus twenty dollars a month. Ye’d be rooming in the bunkhouse with two cowhands who are wintering over following this fall’s cattle drive.”
“No foreman?” His preferred job.
“He and his wife have their own small house. Right now, he’s laid up with a broken leg.”
“I thank you for the job offer and accept, ma’am. How far outside of town is your ranch?”
“Shady Oaks is about three miles on the westerly road. I need to shop at the mercantile before heading back. But if ye’d like—”
Lifting a staying hand, he shook his head.
Mrs. Bernhard tilted her head and pressed her lips together.
“I’ll accompany you, if that’s all right. Maybe help with carrying your purchases.” No better way to check out a town than to linger a while in the general store.

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