The Evening News was just that! Does anyone but me remember voices of Walter Cronkite, David Brinkley, Dan Rather, Edward R. Murrow, and let’s not forget Leslie Stahl, Barbara Walters.
I remember the announcement of the end of World War 2 on September 2nd, 1945. I was 5 years old. I remember the Red Cent, and the plastic bags with the Red dot, that we pretended was butter! It was really lard, but we were grateful for anything. Everything was scarce, but nutritional food was nowhere in sight!
When we went to the Saturday afternoon movies, newsreels were shown of the newly released prisoners from the death camps in Germany. We all cringed in our seats, and many of us cried. I still cry when I see that it may be happening all over again. Did we not learn anything????
Come on, Leaders; Use your Head and Heart to stop the insanity!
Speaking of crying, if things in this country do not change direction, we will all be crying and hungry again! Don’t believe me? Well, Google and read about our Country and many others coming together to take down that despicable regime and reclaim Democracy!
Forgive me for my short lapse into my fears. If you are not afraid….
Onto more fun things: I am almost finished with my new book called “Volcano,” which is the 9th book in the “Ruby & Nolan’s Great Adventures in my 24th book I have self-published, and they are available in eBook and Paperback at the following: Apple Books, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Everand, Smashwords, Tolino OverDrive, bibliotheca, Baker & Taylor, BorrowBox, Hoopla, Vivlio, Palace Marketplace, Odilo, Gardners, Amazon.
Of course, if you live in Kingman, AZ, or happen to go to a craft fair, where I have a booth. I would be happy to discuss them with you and will be happy to sign your copy. My website, http://www.brendacolbathbooks.com, has all my book covers and a short synopsis of each.
Thanks for reading and look forward to another “I remember when!”
Take care and see you later……
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Biography
Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die.
I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect?
Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing.
My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda.
Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated.
I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.”
I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class.
After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome.
I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.
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