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Jennifer AlLee: Daughters and Mothers Together & Giveaway

4/15/2012

 
This week we welcome back Jennifer AlLee to Author Memories.
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Jennifer AlLee believes the most important thing a woman can do is discover her identity in God – a theme that carries throughout her stories. 

She has written skits, activity pages, and over one hundred contributions to Concordia Publishing House’s popular My Devotions series.

A multi-published novelist in the Women's Fiction genre, Jennifer has two novels releasing this year alone.

Jennifer resides in the grace-filled city of Las
Vegas with her husband and teenage son.
 

Daughters and Mothers Together
by Jennifer AlLee

I come from a long line of stubborn…eh…strong women. Just look at this picture. Four generations gathered together. You might think we were all in one place because it was a holiday or some other special occasion. It may have been (since someone had to take the picture) but in truth, we were always together. 

If you read my earlier Author Memories story, you may remember that I grew up in
Hollywood, CA in an apartment above a mortuary. That’s where all four of us women lived. Let me introduce you...
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(L to R) Meta Wittrock (my great-grandmother), Marie Staats (grandma), Jennifer (me), and Rose-Marie Taylor (mom).
From the left we have Meta Wittrock (my great-grandmother), Marie Staats (grandma), Jennifer (me), and Rose-Marie Taylor (mom). We started out living in three different apartments , but since my mom was divorced and the other two were widowed, we eventually all ended up sharing the biggest of the apartments, which was my grandmother’s.
 
Interestingly enough, they continued to rent the other two. I remember that great-grandma’s apartment was tiny, but full of fun stuff, like her piano, her doll collection, and a bed so big you had to crawl over it to get to the kitchenette. And mom’s old apartment was where my
dog, Tinkerbell, lived. It was also where we went to do the laundry on an old, forest-green, barrel-shaped machine with a crank-by-hand ringer. Then we’d take the wet clothes to the roof and hang them on the line to dry. Yes, my friends, all this was in the heart of Holly-weird.
 
You might be wondering how we ended up living above a mortuary at all. Well, they all worked there at one time or another. My grandmother (the former ballet dancer) pretty much ran the place, meeting people and being a PR expert. My great-grandmother (the former beautician) prettied up the dearly departed by doing their hair and makeup. And my mother (when she wasn’t working one block away as the switchboard operator at The Broadway department store on the corner of Hollywood and Vine) filled in from time to time doing more
office-related jobs. Because of this setup, there was almost always someone upstairs with me when one of the others was off working.

Growing up in a house full of women has its benefits, but it also gets confusing. I never could figure out which one to call “Grandma” and which to call “Great-grandma.”At one point, I started addressing my great-grandmother as “Grandma” and my grandmother as “Great Marie.” Finally, someone decided it would be easier if I just called my grandmother by her first name, a solution which simplified my life, but confused the women of the First
Baptist Church’s Berean Bible Study group.

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Great grandma and Jenny at Patty's Wedding
One thing I learned from these women was the importance of respecting your elders. The picture above is of my great-grandmother and I at the wedding of my Sunday School teacher, Patty. I was a flower girl. My mom wanted to make sure I didn’t wander off at the reception, so she told me to “take care of Grandma.” Apparently, I took my charge very seriously. She says I never left great-grandma’s side. From the expression on my face, I’d say no one was going to cross me and mess with my grandma! 

The relationship between mothers and daughters is a complex one, full of joys and sorrows, ups and downs. Looking at these pictures brings back only the good memories, the things that make me smile. Maybe today would be a good day for you to pull out your photo album or scrapbook and take a sentimental stroll down memory lane. Enjoy the journey! 

How about you? Have you ever lived in a multi-generational home? What have the elder women in your family taught you?

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The Mother Road. 

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The Mother Road, Abingdon Press, Apr 2012

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Sometimes, the end of the road is just the beginning.

Natalie Marino has made a career writing about happily-ever-afters, making her own life an open book in order to help others. She never expected her husband, to come home one day and demand a divorce so he can be with his pregnant mistress. To Natalie, who's struggled with infertility, it's the worst betrayal imaginable. She's still dealing with the shock when her father calls, delivering another blow: Her mother's Alzheimer's has progressed. He wants Natalie and her sister to come
home while she can still recognize them.

Desperate for a change of scenery, Natalie decides a road trip is in order, even if her estranged sister isn't the most obvious travelling companion. She and Lindsay will take Route 66 – the mother road – from Santa Monica, California, to their childhood home in Illinois. But when she picks up her sister, she's in for another shock: Lindsay is pregnant.

In a road trip that's one part Lucy and Ethel, one part Thelma and Louise, the two sisters trade snarky barbs, visit quirky tourists spots, and dodge Ben, Lindsay's ex-boyfriend turned stalker. Will their trip down the mother road bring the two sisters closer together, or turn out to be the biggest wrong turn yet?

Excerpt of Chapter 1 of The Mother Road

Jennifer invites you to visit her online at the following places:

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Loree Lough: They Called Her Shoog & Giveaway

1/29/2012

 

This week we welcome Loree Lough to Author Memories.

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Loree Lough is an award-winning  author of 84 books with nearly 4 million copies in circulation. When she isn't at the keyboard, you might find Loree sketching or painting, in the garden messing with her roses, or hiking the trails near her teeny cabin in the Allegheny Mountains (perfecting "identify the critter tracks" skills). In a modest home shared with her real-life hero, daughters and grandkids routinely gather around "the longest dining room table in the Baltimore suburbs" to taste-test Loree's latest culinary concoctions (which explains her lifetime Weight Watchers membership).


They Called Her Shoog
by Loree Lough
Growing up, I lived in a neighborhood where ice skating, and St. Bernard-pulled sleds speeding through the streets were routine winter sights—at least, when the sun was up. After supper, moonlight illuminated elaborate snow forts, where kid-fierce snowball fights might have lasted until bedtime…if soggy mittens and wet socks hadn't driven us inside. 

Summers found us sprinkler hopping, hop-scotch scribbling, and riding bikes in the empty school parking lot. After dark, it took some serious concentration to win Statues and Hide-and-seek, because it wasn't easy, standing still and keeping quiet while swatting mosquitoes! 

The summer when I was ten, a pretty little redhead moved into the house on the corner. Her parents and older siblings called her Shoog…and it was Shoog who introduced us to a whole new way to spend our summer days: Picking apples in her grandfather's orchard.
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Shoog looked at lot like this little girl.
Every morning at precisely 7 a.m., Gramps pulled into Shoog's driveway, the smoke from his burled-wood pipe curling from the driver's door window as we clamored for a wall seat in the pickup's bed. (Getting stuck in the middle with nothing to hold onto but the hope you wouldn't end up in Skinny Jimmy's lap made for an adventuresome ride, indeed!) Once there, Gramps doled out flimsy bushels…and a growly reminder that for every full basket we delivered, we'd earn a dime.
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Bushels (bushel baskets)
Those first few days, we figured Shoog rode up front in the truck…that she never picked fruit because, well, she was Gramps' granddaughter. From her perch on the hood of the rusty old truck, she'd applaud and cheer as the dimes were doled out. And when Little Bobby (who was a head taller and outweighed us all by fifty pounds) bit into an apple and saw the other half of a worm he hadn't swallowed, it was Shoog who patted his back as he tried valiantly not to throw up.
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This looked so much like Gramps' truck, it's spooky!
Leave it to Web-toed Tommy to ask why Shoog never joined in the fun: "Because," Gramps quietly explained, "Shoog has leukemia." Kids being kids, we shrugged it off and went back to climbing trees and shaking apples from the branches. But on the way home that day, there wasn't the usual tomfoolery in the back of Gramps' truck. 

Back on familiar turf, we scattered to show our moms the shiny coins we'd earned. After wolfing down bologna or PB&J sandwiches, we took up our customary positions under the big tree in Marty's front yard, playing Telephone and I'm Thinking of a Number Between while listening for the tell-tale jingle of the ice cream man's bicycle. All except for Shoog, that is. While we lapped melting vanilla from our fingers, she was inside, resting up from the morning outing. 

It was a sweltering Friday in August when, while gnawing that last bite of chocolate from my frozen treat, I got a bright idea: If we all went home and searched for loose change in our sofas, we'd have enough to buy an ice cream for Shoog on Monday! The kids agreed, but their moms had other plans: Sammy got stuck mowing the lawn and it was Clara's turn to fold the laundry. Bed-making, dishwashing, furniture-dusting and sibling-sitting took precedence over cushion diving. Miraculously, we managed to get our chores finished and collect enough to buy a cold treat for our frail friend.

 On Monday, we assembled at the end of her driveway to wait for Gramps' truck, and struck an oath not to tell Shoog about the surprise we'd deliver to her front door when he brought us home again. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. It wasn't like Gramps to be late. Gary, the oldest and bravest of us knocked on Shoog's front door… 

…and some nice lady we'd never seen before said "Sorry, kids; Shoog died last night."

Thanks to our mothers' real version of Telephone, we learned that her real name was Grace, and that if she'd lived, Grace would have turned eleven that following Friday. Diagnosed with the horrible disease at the tender age of eight, she remained her sweet, uncomplaining self, no matter what tests or treatments the doctors threw at her, inspiring the nickname that stuck.

Tiny and quiet and delicate, Shoog made a bigger and more lasting impression on me than just about anyone I can name. To this day, I wish I'd thought of a way to get closer to her while I had the chance, that I'd come up with the "let's buy her a treat" at the start of summer, that after returning home from a day in her grandfather's orchard, I'd rushed through my chores for no reason other than to spend a little time with her.

They called her Shoog…but her birth name was well-chosen, for she epitomized grace.

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GIVEAWAY!
Leave a comment with a valid email address by midnight, Feb 5th
to be entered in a draw for one book in Loree's First Responder series.
Winner's choice of:
Book 1 - From Ashes To Honor
or
Book 2 - Honor Redeemed
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Honor Redeemed, Abingdon Press, Feb 2012

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Honor Mackenzie works as hard to guard the dark secrets of her past as she does training search and rescue (SAR) dogs. As for prize winning reporter Matt Phillips? Well, not even his former SAR work is as important as protecting his motherless twin sons.

Then a jumbo jet crashes onto a major highway at rush hour, and puts them face to face at the grisly scene--and forces Matt and Honor to reconsider the reasons they've been avoiding love. Even amid their blossoming relationship, it's hard for Honor to let go of haunting memories. Matt is still struggling with those issues when he hears that Honor has disappeared during a dangerous rescue effort.
                                                                                        
He leads the search team, desperate to find her before a blizzard moves in. But even if he does, will they find their way back to one another...or go back to living alone?

The First Responder Series:

Book 1 - From Ashes to Honor, Aug 2011
Book 2 - Honor Redeemed, Feb 2012
Book 3 - A Man of Honor, release date TBA

You can find Loree online at these sites:

http://www.loreelough.com
http://theloughdown.blogspot.com

Christian Fiction Online Magazine:
Loree is a featured columnist ("Loree's Lough Down").

Some final words from Loree:
I'm not just shootin' the PR breeze when I direct folks to the "Giving Back" tab at my web site (http://www.loreelough.com); I really do want them to share in the satisfied after-effects that last far longer than any contributions--whether roll-up-your-sleeves volunteer hours or dollars and cents--if not to one of the worthwhile organizations listed, then at a charity that's close to their hearts!

Margaret Daley: 1959 Original Barbie & Book Giveaway

9/25/2011

 

This week we welcome Margaret Daley to Author Memories.

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Margaret Daley is an award winning, multi-published author who writes inspirational romance and romantic suspense books for the Steeple Hill Love Inspired lines, romantic suspense for Abingdon Press and historical romance for Summerside Press. She has sold seventy-five books to date. Until she retired a few years ago, she was a teacher of students with special needs for twenty-seven years and volunteered with Special Olympics as a coach. Margaret is currently the President for American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW), an organization of over 2200 members.

1959 Original Barbie
by Margaret Daley

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One of my favorite toys I ever got when I was a little girl was the first Barbie doll (1959) and later the Ken doll in 1961. I used to make up stories using my dolls as the characters in them. Barbie and Ken were perfect for a budding romance writer. I spent hours coming up with different scenarios, using the dolls’ wardrobes as though I was shooting a Doris Day movie where she changed clothes all the time. I used to save my money to buy different outfits. Back then I never dreamed I would end up writing romances, but it did spark my love for making up stories.

I guess you can never tell what the toys you play with will lead to. Of course, I wish I’d known the kind of money the original doll is worth today. We are talking thousands of dollars. At least that is what I saw online. I had the blonde Barbie, which isn’t worth as much as the brunette Barbie. Oh, well, I had too much fun with my Barbie to worry about what it could be worth in the future.

What kind of toy did you have that you remember playing with as a child?

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to be entered to win a copy of Margaret's novel,
From This Day Forward.
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From This Day Forward, Summerside Press, Sep 2011

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Penniless, pregnant, and newly widowed immigrant Rachel Gordon doesn’t believe her situation could get any worse…until she meets her new neighbors. Shortly after the War of 1812, Rachel and her husband set out from England for a plantation in South Carolina, which he had purchased sight unseen. However, while en route, Tom Gordon fell overboard and drowned, leaving Rachel, frightened and alone, to make a home for her and her newborn. Can a battle-scarred American physician who comes to her rescue also heal her wounded heart?

Read an Excerpt


Visit Margaret's web site at http://www.margaretdaley.com
to read excerpts from her books and learn about the ones
recently released and soon to be released.

Margaret is a member of these group blogs:
Craftie Ladies of Romance
Love Inspired Authors

Jennifer AlLee: A Girl's Best Friend & Book Giveaway

9/4/2011

 

This week we welcome Jennifer AlLee to Author Memories 

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Jennifer believes the most important thing a woman can do is discover her identity in God – a theme that carries throughout her stories. She's done extensive freelance work for Concordia Publishing House, including skits, Bible activity pages, and over 100 contributions to their popular My Devotions series. Her previous novels are The Love of His Brother, (Five Star, November 2007) and The Pastor’s Wife (Abingdon Press, February 2010). Her next novel is The Mother Road (Abingdon Press, April 2012).  Jennifer lives in the grace-filled city of Las Vegas, Nevada with her husband and college-bound son.

A Girl's Best Friend
by Jennifer AlLee

When I was a kid, my family lived above a mortuary. And not just any mortuary. This one was in the heart of downtown Hollywood. To give you some perspective… this is a picture of my grandmother and I standing outside our home. The mortuary is the building to our right. The street behind us, running from left to right, is Hollywood Boulevard. If you look closely behind the building in the upper left corner, you can see the spire of the Capitol Records building. Yep, we were smack dab in the middle of the big city.
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Living above a mortuary has its challenges. Solitude is one of them. It’s not like you can invite a lot of friends over to play. My mom was probably thinking about the solitude issue when she chose to buy me a dog for my second birthday. Since space was an issue it had to be a small dog, which is how I ended up with Tinkerbell, my Chihuahua.
 
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Tinkerbell was about the best friend a girl could have. Her breed is usually known for being high-strung, but she was pretty easygoing. At least with me. I remember one time, during my “I want to be a vet” stage, I decided to practice bandaging techniques on her. She sat there patiently while I ripped an old dress of my great-grandma’s into strips and wound them around her paws and body. When she’d had enough she ran off, leaving a trail of raggedy material behind her.

But Tink was more than just a playmate. When I was about three years old, she saved my life.

My mom and I were in our apartment. She was in the bedroom, talking on the phone (back in the olden days when all phones had chords and you couldn’t roam the house freely while you chatted). I was in the living room, at the other end of the apartment. The doorbell rang. I drug a hassock over and stood on it so I could undo the security chain, then I opened the door. There was a man outside. I don’t remember if he said anything, but he picked me up and ran down the hall with me. I started screaming.

Then Tinkerbell came to the rescue. She charged down the hall, yipping and barking, her little legs pumping like crazy. She caught up to the guy and sank her teeth into his ankle. He dropped me and ran down the stairs. After my mom got me and everyone calmed down (including my great-grandmother and grandmother, who also lived above the mortuary) my mom went looking for Tinkerbell. She was standing downstairs at the open door, looking out into the street. I like to think she was standing guard, making sure the bad man didn’t come back.

So who would want to kidnap me? It’s all very soap opera-ish, the friend of an angry ex trying to teach somebody a lesson, etc… Obviously, I was just fine. But if not for my awesome dog, who knows what would have happened.

After an experience like that, you might expect me to have a dog today. But I don’t.
I doubt another dog could follow her lead. Tinkerbell was my hero.
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Leave a comment with a valid email address by midnight, Sep 11th
if you want to be entered to win a copy of Jennifer's novel,
The Pastor's Wife.
Name will also go in the draw for the
Welcome Prize Giveaway.
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Book Trailer for Jennifer's novel: The Pastor's Wife
The Pastor's Wife, Abingdon Press
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Website - www.jenniferallee.com

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