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I’m thrilled to share the cover of Stephanie Dray’s super anticipated new novel BECOMING MADAM SECRETARY, which goes on sale March 2024, tracing the life of one of America’s unsung heroes:  Frances Perkins.

Title: Becoming Madam Secretary

Author: Stephanie Dray

Published by Berkley

Mar 12, 2024

Length: 544 Pages

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Stephanie Dray stands as one of the best historical fiction novelists and is beloved for writing about historical women who lived in exciting and important times—often in the shadows of more famous men. From Eliza Hamilton and Martha “Patsy” Jefferson to Adrienne Lafayette, she has brought to life the stories of important women in a way few others are able. And now, she has brough a riveting look at one of the most unsung heroes in American history in BECOMING MADAM SECRETARY. This richly dramatic book traces the life of American heroine Frances Perkins, the first female Cabinet Secretary, who pulled the nation out of the Great Depression.

 

After moving to New York and throwing herself into the social scene, Frances Perkins met such people as millionaire socialite Mary Harriman Rumsey, then-budding author Sinclair Lewis, and the brilliant but troubled reformer Paul Wilson (with whom she falls deeply in love). Frances meets a young lawyer named Franklin Delano Roosevelt at a tea dance and over the next twenty years, they will form a historic partnership that will carry them both to the White House.

 

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Pump Up Your Book Presents: They Called Him Marvin by Roger Stark; #BookTour, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #Live, #Review, #Giveaway

They were just kids, barely not teenagers, madly in love and desperately wanting to be a family, but war and a B29 got in their way…

By Roger Stark

Release Date: September 1, 2021

Publisher: Silver Star Publishing

Soft Cover: ISBN: 978-0578855288; 333 pages; 

$17.43; E-Book, $2.99

Rating:  5 Stars

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18-year-old Pvt Dean Sherman goes to church with a friend in Salt Lake City. He meets 16-year-old Connie that will become his wife. After Pearl Harbor Dean applies for pilot training and is accepted. Dean joins Connie's Mormon Church and they secretly become engaged.

By the time Dean has commissioned a pilot, Connie is 18 and they marry and are together for a year and a half before he ships out as an Airplane Commander of a B-29.  Connie is pregnant with their son, Marvin.

A Japanese family is introduced, the Kyoshis. She is an important member of the Community Council he is a builder of water guns used in fighting fires and is the neighborhood fire captain.  A son Reo will go off to war and train as a fighter pilot. 12-year-old Son Riku has a reappearing role in the story concerning the B-29's bombing of Japan. They also have 6-year-old twin sisters that are sent to Hiroshima early in the story for their safety.

The crew of 44-69966 arrives in India after a month of flying. Letters start arriving for Connie. Discussion of the B-29s development of strategic purposes is explained.

In Japan Reo Kyoshi goes off to war and the Firebombing of Tokyo occurs. 15 Square miles burned down to the sidewalks. 100,000 casualties and a million people homeless. The Kyoshi survive the conflagration but lose their home.

Marvin is born. Dean returns to duty and his plane is transferred to the Marianna Islands in the Pacific. Some 67 love letters are exchanged between Dean and Connie.

Dean’s plane is shot down over Nagoya Japan, the crew is captured and sent to Tokai Army Headquarters. Connie keeps writing letters that cannot be delivered. She has no idea he is in a Japanese prison.

Prison conditions are horrible, beatings and interrogations constant. Connie receives the war department telegram listing Dean as MIA.

A sham trial is conducted the crew is found guilty and their sentence is carried out the next day.

Almost 50 years later, Dean comes to Connie in a dream/vision and confirms his love for her and that they will yet have a life together.

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My Thoughts:

Reading the Preface to this book is a must.

As I’m getting into the story, it almost felt like I was doing something I shouldn’t – reading someone’s personal property. But, on the other hand, I’d also like to think that if my dad had kept a journal I might be reading something similar – he was in the Korean War.

This book is a stark reminder of how different things were during World War II. Most obvious is the lack of technology that we have today. I know we read textbooks in history class that cover this subject but those usually only give the reader the facts about war. You don’t get to see the people behind those facts, at least in my day, and the impact it had on people like Dean Sherman and his wife/family.

I know for me; I didn’t really appreciate some things when I was in high school and that included history. This book, and the author, gave me a new appreciation for what these men and women did for our country and that I’m here now able to write this review. It made me wish that some of my family members were still around so that I could ask them some questions and to even say “thank you for your service”.

The author writes in such a way that it’s almost like seeing the world through these people’s eyes. The airplanes of yesteryear are nothing compared to what we have today. Mr. Stark has a way of putting us right there with Dean and the men he works with. I’m not someone that thinks of an airplane as anything other than from taking me to a destination and back again. But then I began to wonder about the air museum that’s in the next state from mine and what I might see if I ever went to visit.

Some may ask, “didn’t you find it a dry read?” I would have to heartily disagree. This was a book that I had a hard time putting down because I quickly became invested in what the author was trying to get across. This was enthralling and made me realize how much my family members, who are no longer with us, did for me and our country.

January 1941, The Story Begins

Stanley Carter started all this. 

He was just a kid, a student at South High in Salt Lake City, Utah. 

A Mormon boy, as many in the region are, and member of South’s ROTC program. In fact, the student commander of the Army ROTC at South. His duties occasionally took him to the Fort Douglas Army Base a couple of miles east of the city. 

Entry to the Base included the obligatory stop at the guard house, a box of a place parting the road at the Fort entrance. Bookended by road barriers normally open and standing at attention during the daylight hours, on foot visitors such as the bus riding Stanley Carter were invited to enter the building and make themselves known.

On this particular Saturday afternoon he presented his credentials to one Private Dean Harold Sherman, Military Policeman.

  Stan handed Dean his papers, with the greeting, “Hello Private 

Sherman how are you doing today.” 

The Army blouse complete with stark white name tags and chevrons of rank prominently displayed make such identifications easy.

Dean studied Stan’s papers and without looking up, asked, “So Stanley, are you heir to the Carter’s Little Liver Pills fortune?’

The question humored Stan, “That would be nice, but no such luck. I am just a high school kid with definitely not rich parents.”

“How about you Private Sherman?”

“Me? I am just a Montana ranch hand that came here for Basic Training and am now OJT with the Military Police.”

“Your new to these parts then?”

“Been here a couple of months.”

“Do you know anyone in Salt Lake?”

“Other than military buddies, not a soul.”

“Well you know me now.”

“Yeah, I guess I do know one person from Salt Lake now.”

Stan wandered off to fulfill his post duties but he couldn’t stop thinking about the affable Military Policeman. After completing his errands, Stan went looking for Dean and was glad to find him still on duty, shuffling papers in the guard house.

“So Dean, I have been thinking.” Stan said.

‘“You probably shouldn’t do too much of that.” kidded Dean.

 “Your right, it gets me in trouble all the time. Dean, I want to help you with your problem of not knowing any one in Salt Lake.”

“What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Tomorrow I am going to my girlfriends house, come with me, she would love to meet you and then you will know two people here.”

His Sunday, non-duty day, social calendar incredibly bare, Dean answered, “I could be talked into that.” 

“We are going to meet up at church and then go to her house.”

So there was that thing Mormon’s are known to do, veil an invitation to attend church so that it seems entirely harmless. 

By the end of church the following day, Dean would actually know three people from Salt Lake City. This because Stan’s girlfriend, Carol Woffinden, happened to be the best friend of Constance Avilla Baldwin, who also just happened to attend the same Waterloo Ward of the Mormon Church, who also didn’t have a boy friend, and who was also more than happy to make a visitor feel welcome.

Dean innocently walked into all of this. 

Mormons have a special interest in non Mormons, or Gentiles as they call them. You see, a Mormon is never far from, or without, his missionary zeal. If you’re not a Mormon and your going to hang out with a Mormon for very long, you’re going to get zealed.  For Dean Harold Sherman, it was to be a life altering dose of zealing.

"Gripping...Page Turner...Romantic..."

I am, by my own admission, a reluctant writer. But some stories demand to be told. When we hear them, we must pick up our pen, lest we forget and the stories are lost.

Six years ago, in a quiet conversation with my friend Marvin, I learned the tragic story his father, a WW2 B-29 Airplane Commander, shot down over Nagoya, Japan just months before the end of the war.

The telling of the story that evening by this half orphan was so moving and full of emotion, it compelled me to ask if I could write the story. The result was They Called Him Marvin.

My life has been profoundly touched in so many ways by being part of documenting this sacred story. I pray that we never forget, as a people, the depth of sacrifice that was made by ordinary people like Marvin and his father and mother on our behalf.

My career as an addiction counselor (CDP) lead me to write “The Waterfall Concept; A Blueprint for Addiction Recovery,” and co-author “Reclaiming Your Addicted Brain.”

My next project is already underway, a memoir of growing in SW Washington called “Life on a Sorta Farm.” My wife of 49 years, Susan, and I still live in that area.

We raised seven children and have eleven grandchildren. We love to travel and see the sites and cultures of the world. I still get on my bicycle whenever I can.

You can visit Roger’s website at https://theycalledhimmarvin.com/ or connect with him on Facebook or Instagram.

Roger Stark is giving away three autographed copies of his book, THEY CALLED HIM MARVIN!

Terms & Conditions:

• By entering the giveaway, you are confirming you are at least 18 years old.
• Three winners will be chosen via Rafflecopter to receive one autographed paperback copy of 
• They Called Him Marvin
• This giveaway ends midnight June 30.
• Winner will be contacted via email on July 1.
• Winner has 48 hours to reply.

Good luck everyone!

ENTER TO WIN!

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Writing Creative Nonfiction

 

They Called Him Marvin is a creative nonfiction novel set in World War 2.  Creative nonfiction is the bringing together of a story for which we have some documentation but one that needs fictional representations to complete the story.

 

In writing “TCHM,” things like the letters, military records, family histories provided a treasure trove of nonfiction material for construction of this story. The letters for instance came by the hand of Dean and Connie, they are non-edited transcriptions. They appear just as they were written, by real live people caught up in a war.

 

While military records provided the names of the other crew members and basic information about who they were, their back stories and the interactions they had in the book are fictional. My best guess at who they were and how the conducted themselves. Some were patterned after other “real” people that I came across in my research. Corporal Evan Howell for example in the “Same Damn Movie” chapter interacted with his airplane commander about the movies being shown at their stops on the way to India. This anecdote was my creation based on a character that I learned about in an interview with a B29 pilot.

 

I learned about Hiyung Pak while visiting the National Archives to research pertinent records there. The Yokohama War Crimes minutes told his story in detail. I found his prayer delivered at the execution of his friends to be very touching. 

 

Riku and the rest of the Kiyoshi family were fictional characters. They were derived from diaries and histories of Japanese citizens during the war. The descriptions of the horrible night of 10 March 1945, were built on individual histories of survivors of the night. Riku actually became my favorite non-Sherman character in the book. I feel a parental type of love for him, like he was my son, even if he is just a character in a book.

 

I have often been asked about where Therill Hansen post man extraordinaire and distant relative of some sort came from. He is quite the composite of folks I have come across in life. Yes I do know someone who can whistle a duet with himself! I feel like Therill is the most radical creation   in the book. It makes me smile to just think about him.

 

Writing between fiction and non fiction did not feel difficult to me. I did not embellish the non fiction portions of the story and felt I did not get carried away with the fiction sections.

 

It was an honor to write this book. An honor to let people know of the sacrifices of one family in WW2. We owe so much to them and life does not let us slow down enough to remember them as we should. Lest We Forget!

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Pump Up Your Book Presents: They Called Him Marvin by Roger Stark; #BookTour, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #Live, #Giveaway

They were just kids, barely not teenagers, madly in love and desperately wanting to be a family, but war and a B29 got in their way…

By Roger Stark

Release Date: September 1, 2021

Publisher: Silver Star Publishing

Soft Cover: ISBN: 978-0578855288; 333 pages; 

$17.43; E-Book, $2.99

18-year-old Pvt Dean Sherman goes to church with a friend in Salt Lake City. He meets 16-year-old Connie that will become his wife. After Pearl Harbor Dean applies for pilot training and is accepted. Dean joins Connie's Mormon Church and they secretly become engaged.

By the time Dean has commissioned a pilot, Connie is 18 and they marry and are together for a year and a half before he ships out as an Airplane Commander of a B-29.  Connie is pregnant with their son, Marvin.

A Japanese family is introduced, the Kyoshis. She is an important member of the Community Council he is a builder of water guns used in fighting fires and is the neighborhood fire captain.  A son Reo will go off to war and train as a fighter pilot. 12-year-old Son Riku has a reappearing role in the story concerning the B-29's bombing of Japan. They also have 6-year-old twin sisters that are sent to Hiroshima early in the story for their safety.

The crew of 44-69966 arrives in India after a month of flying. Letters start arriving for Connie. Discussion of the B-29s development of strategic purposes is explained.

In Japan Reo Kyoshi goes off to war and the Firebombing of Tokyo occurs. 15 Square miles burned down to the sidewalks. 100,000 casualties and a million people homeless. The Kyoshi survive the conflagration but lose their home.

Marvin is born. Dean returns to duty and his plane is transferred to the Marianna Islands in the Pacific. Some 67 love letters are exchanged between Dean and Connie.

Dean’s plane is shot down over Nagoya Japan, the crew is captured and sent to Tokai Army Headquarters. Connie keeps writing letters that cannot be delivered. She has no idea he is in a Japanese prison.

Prison conditions are horrible, beatings and interrogations constant. Connie receives the war department telegram listing Dean as MIA.

A sham trial is conducted the crew is found guilty and their sentence is carried out the next day.

Almost 50 years later, Dean comes to Connie in a dream/vision and confirms his love for her and that they will yet have a life together.

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3JsqVi1

IndieBound: https://bit.ly/3BnQYnD

Barnes & Noble: https://bit.ly/3Lv4sD3

Goodreads: https://bit.ly/3BnQYnD

January 1941, The Story Begins

Stanley Carter started all this. 

He was just a kid, a student at South High in Salt Lake City, Utah. 

A Mormon boy, as many in the region are, and member of South’s ROTC program. In fact, the student commander of the Army ROTC at South. His duties occasionally took him to the Fort Douglas Army Base a couple of miles east of the city. 

Entry to the Base included the obligatory stop at the guard house, a box of a place parting the road at the Fort entrance. Bookended by road barriers normally open and standing at attention during the daylight hours, on foot visitors such as the bus riding Stanley Carter were invited to enter the building and make themselves known.

On this particular Saturday afternoon he presented his credentials to one Private Dean Harold Sherman, Military Policeman.

  Stan handed Dean his papers, with the greeting, “Hello Private 

Sherman how are you doing today.” 

The Army blouse complete with stark white name tags and chevrons of rank prominently displayed make such identifications easy.

Dean studied Stan’s papers and without looking up, asked, “So Stanley, are you heir to the Carter’s Little Liver Pills fortune?’

The question humored Stan, “That would be nice, but no such luck. I am just a high school kid with definitely not rich parents.”

“How about you Private Sherman?”

“Me? I am just a Montana ranch hand that came here for Basic Training and am now OJT with the Military Police.”

“Your new to these parts then?”

“Been here a couple of months.”

“Do you know anyone in Salt Lake?”

“Other than military buddies, not a soul.”

“Well you know me now.”

“Yeah, I guess I do know one person from Salt Lake now.”

Stan wandered off to fulfill his post duties but he couldn’t stop thinking about the affable Military Policeman. After completing his errands, Stan went looking for Dean and was glad to find him still on duty, shuffling papers in the guard house.

“So Dean, I have been thinking.” Stan said.

‘“You probably shouldn’t do too much of that.” kidded Dean.

 “Your right, it gets me in trouble all the time. Dean, I want to help you with your problem of not knowing any one in Salt Lake.”

“What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Tomorrow I am going to my girlfriends house, come with me, she would love to meet you and then you will know two people here.”

His Sunday, non-duty day, social calendar incredibly bare, Dean answered, “I could be talked into that.” 

“We are going to meet up at church and then go to her house.”

So there was that thing Mormon’s are known to do, veil an invitation to attend church so that it seems entirely harmless. 

By the end of church the following day, Dean would actually know three people from Salt Lake City. This because Stan’s girlfriend, Carol Woffinden, happened to be the best friend of Constance Avilla Baldwin, who also just happened to attend the same Waterloo Ward of the Mormon Church, who also didn’t have a boy friend, and who was also more than happy to make a visitor feel welcome.

Dean innocently walked into all of this. 

Mormons have a special interest in non Mormons, or Gentiles as they call them. You see, a Mormon is never far from, or without, his missionary zeal. If you’re not a Mormon and your going to hang out with a Mormon for very long, you’re going to get zealed.  For Dean Harold Sherman, it was to be a life altering dose of zealing.

"Gripping...Page Turner...Romantic..."

I am, by my own admission, a reluctant writer. But some stories demand to be told. When we hear them, we must pick up our pen, lest we forget and the stories are lost.

Six years ago, in a quiet conversation with my friend Marvin, I learned the tragic story his father, a WW2 B-29 Airplane Commander, shot down over Nagoya, Japan just months before the end of the war.

The telling of the story that evening by this half orphan was so moving and full of emotion, it compelled me to ask if I could write the story. The result was They Called Him Marvin.

My life has been profoundly touched in so many ways by being part of documenting this sacred story. I pray that we never forget, as a people, the depth of sacrifice that was made by ordinary people like Marvin and his father and mother on our behalf.

My career as an addiction counselor (CDP) lead me to write “The Waterfall Concept; A Blueprint for Addiction Recovery,” and co-author “Reclaiming Your Addicted Brain.”

My next project is already underway, a memoir of growing in SW Washington called “Life on a Sorta Farm.” My wife of 49 years, Susan, and I still live in that area.

We raised seven children and have eleven grandchildren. We love to travel and see the sites and cultures of the world. I still get on my bicycle whenever I can.

You can visit Roger’s website at https://theycalledhimmarvin.com/ or connect with him on Facebook or Instagram.

Roger Stark is giving away three autographed copies of his book, THEY CALLED HIM MARVIN!

Terms & Conditions:

• By entering the giveaway, you are confirming you are at least 18 years old.
• Three winners will be chosen via Rafflecopter to receive one autographed paperback copy of 
• They Called Him Marvin
• This giveaway ends midnight June 30.
• Winner will be contacted via email on July 1.
• Winner has 48 hours to reply.

Good luck everyone!

ENTER TO WIN!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Writing Creative Nonfiction

 

They Called Him Marvin is a creative nonfiction novel set in World War 2.  Creative nonfiction is the bringing together of a story for which we have some documentation but one that needs fictional representations to complete the story.

 

In writing “TCHM,” things like the letters, military records, family histories provided a treasure trove of nonfiction material for construction of this story. The letters for instance came by the hand of Dean and Connie, they are non-edited transcriptions. They appear just as they were written, by real live people caught up in a war.

 

While military records provided the names of the other crew members and basic information about who they were, their back stories and the interactions they had in the book are fictional. My best guess at who they were and how the conducted themselves. Some were patterned after other “real” people that I came across in my research. Corporal Evan Howell for example in the “Same Damn Movie” chapter interacted with his airplane commander about the movies being shown at their stops on the way to India. This anecdote was my creation based on a character that I learned about in an interview with a B29 pilot.

 

I learned about Hiyung Pak while visiting the National Archives to research pertinent records there. The Yokohama War Crimes minutes told his story in detail. I found his prayer delivered at the execution of his friends to be very touching. 

 

Riku and the rest of the Kiyoshi family were fictional characters. They were derived from diaries and histories of Japanese citizens during the war. The descriptions of the horrible night of 10 March 1945, were built on individual histories of survivors of the night. Riku actually became my favorite non-Sherman character in the book. I feel a parental type of love for him, like he was my son, even if he is just a character in a book.

 

I have often been asked about where Therill Hansen post man extraordinaire and distant relative of some sort came from. He is quite the composite of folks I have come across in life. Yes I do know someone who can whistle a duet with himself! I feel like Therill is the most radical creation   in the book. It makes me smile to just think about him.

 

Writing between fiction and non fiction did not feel difficult to me. I did not embellish the non fiction portions of the story and felt I did not get carried away with the fiction sections.

 

It was an honor to write this book. An honor to let people know of the sacrifices of one family in WW2. We owe so much to them and life does not let us slow down enough to remember them as we should. Lest We Forget!

Sponsored By: