In The Shadow of War
My guest today is author Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy with her new book, In The Shadow of War. Welcome, Lee Ann. Tell us a little about the time period of your story and how you came to write it.
To
understand why I find the 1940’s and the World War II era so romantic, you’d
have to hear a little family story.
It begins sad, as so many stories do. My grandmother was widowed in 1943 at the age of
twenty-eight with four children, two boys, two girls. Her cousin and some of her friends encouraged her to begin
dating within a reasonable time frame.
Since she already wrote to her many cousins serving in the war, one of
her friends suggested she write to one more, the friend’s uncle, a man just a
few years older than they were. So
my grandmother did and a relationship grew as the letters written on the
brittle Air Mail paper of the time flew back and forth between St. Joseph,
Missouri and the Philippines.
understand why I find the 1940’s and the World War II era so romantic, you’d
have to hear a little family story.
It begins sad, as so many stories do. My grandmother was widowed in 1943 at the age of
twenty-eight with four children, two boys, two girls. Her cousin and some of her friends encouraged her to begin
dating within a reasonable time frame.
Since she already wrote to her many cousins serving in the war, one of
her friends suggested she write to one more, the friend’s uncle, a man just a
few years older than they were. So
my grandmother did and a relationship grew as the letters written on the
brittle Air Mail paper of the time flew back and forth between St. Joseph,
Missouri and the Philippines.
By
the time the war ended, she and her soldier wanted to meet in person but just
because the war was over didn’t mean everyone got to come home
immediately. They continued to
write and when he was discharged, the man I grew up knowing as Grandpa came
back to my hometown of St. Joseph.
He arrived late at night and when he walked to the address where he’d
sent all those letters, everyone was in bed. So he decided to just wait until morning. Despite the autumn chill in the air, he
rolled up in his Army overcoat and slept on the front porch. When my grandmother came out to get the
milk – delivered by the faithful milkman – she discovered the soldier she’d
been writing to in person. They
were married a few months later.
the time the war ended, she and her soldier wanted to meet in person but just
because the war was over didn’t mean everyone got to come home
immediately. They continued to
write and when he was discharged, the man I grew up knowing as Grandpa came
back to my hometown of St. Joseph.
He arrived late at night and when he walked to the address where he’d
sent all those letters, everyone was in bed. So he decided to just wait until morning. Despite the autumn chill in the air, he
rolled up in his Army overcoat and slept on the front porch. When my grandmother came out to get the
milk – delivered by the faithful milkman – she discovered the soldier she’d
been writing to in person. They
were married a few months later.
Lee Anne, I love this! Not something that would happen today, would it? Really brings back the magic and simpleness of that period in time. How fragile life was, and still is. How miracles can happen when we least expect it. What a good man to father those kids, and be a husband to your grandma. Although I was born after the war, my parents and grandparents told me similar stories. But this has to be one of the most beautiful ones I’ve heard.
Romantic,
isn’t it? I always thought so.
Their story isn’t the story told in my new historical romance from Rebel
Ink Press, In The Shadow of War, but
the love story between Bette Sullivan and Private Ben Levy is just as poignant,
as sweet. Here’s the details, the
blurb and a little taste:
isn’t it? I always thought so.
Their story isn’t the story told in my new historical romance from Rebel
Ink Press, In The Shadow of War, but
the love story between Bette Sullivan and Private Ben Levy is just as poignant,
as sweet. Here’s the details, the
blurb and a little taste:
In The Shadow of War
Rebel Ink Press May 17 2012
$5.99
206 pages
ISBN # RIP0004104
ISBN # RIP0004104
Blurb:
Her
great-granddaughter wants to know if Bette remembers World War II for a school
project and her questions revive old memories….
great-granddaughter wants to know if Bette remembers World War II for a school
project and her questions revive old memories….
Small
town school teacher Bette Sullivan’s life was interrupted when the Japanese
bomb Pearl
Harbor on
December 7th 1941 but her world changed forever when she met Private Benny
Levy, a soldier from the Flatbush neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York stationed at Camp Crowder,
the local Army base.
town school teacher Bette Sullivan’s life was interrupted when the Japanese
bomb Pearl
Harbor on
December 7th 1941 but her world changed forever when she met Private Benny
Levy, a soldier from the Flatbush neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York stationed at Camp Crowder,
the local Army base.
Their
attraction is immediate and mutual but as their relationship grows their love
and lives are shadowed by World War II. As the future looms uncertain the
couple comes together with almost desperate need and a powerful love they hope can
weather anything, including the war.
attraction is immediate and mutual but as their relationship grows their love
and lives are shadowed by World War II. As the future looms uncertain the
couple comes together with almost desperate need and a powerful love they hope can
weather anything, including the war.
Excerpt:
“I
missed you, doll,” he said afterward. “God, I missed you.”
missed you, doll,” he said afterward. “God, I missed you.”
Warmth blossomed within her chest and
she smiled at him. “I missed you too, Benny. Saturday seemed so long and I
didn’t know if you could come this morning. I worried you might not make it.”
she smiled at him. “I missed you too, Benny. Saturday seemed so long and I
didn’t know if you could come this morning. I worried you might not make it.”
“Me,
too,” he said. “I almost missed the bus anyhow because the company sergeant
griped us out because the barracks weren’t neat enough to suit him. Yesterday turned out lousy, all day.”
too,” he said. “I almost missed the bus anyhow because the company sergeant
griped us out because the barracks weren’t neat enough to suit him. Yesterday turned out lousy, all day.”
“Why?”
she asked. “What happened?”
she asked. “What happened?”
“What
didn’t?” he said. “Jeez, they made us go on a long hike through the back
country, for hours in the heat. I
picked up every tick and chigger in the world, I think, got mosquito bit, and
worn out. Two of the guys fell out
with heat exhaustion and ended up at the post hospital. My feet and ankles itched me like
crazy. Even the darn Army boots didn’t help me from getting eaten by the
insects. I swear the buggers
crawled into my boots.”
didn’t?” he said. “Jeez, they made us go on a long hike through the back
country, for hours in the heat. I
picked up every tick and chigger in the world, I think, got mosquito bit, and
worn out. Two of the guys fell out
with heat exhaustion and ended up at the post hospital. My feet and ankles itched me like
crazy. Even the darn Army boots didn’t help me from getting eaten by the
insects. I swear the buggers
crawled into my boots.”
“Aw,
honey, I’m sorry,” Bette said, using the endearment for the first time. “Do the
bites still itch?”
honey, I’m sorry,” Bette said, using the endearment for the first time. “Do the
bites still itch?”
“Not
so bad,” he said. “Back in barracks, some of the guys said to soak my feet in
bleach water so we begged some from the laundry. It helped. Then
after dinner they called me over to the motor pool to fix a jeep and I got to
bed late just before final lights out.
I’m beat and that’s a fact.”
so bad,” he said. “Back in barracks, some of the guys said to soak my feet in
bleach water so we begged some from the laundry. It helped. Then
after dinner they called me over to the motor pool to fix a jeep and I got to
bed late just before final lights out.
I’m beat and that’s a fact.”
Bette
paused and faced him. “Would you rather go rest or something?”
paused and faced him. “Would you rather go rest or something?”
“Naw,
sugar, I’m fine. I need some Joe
and I’m hungry, too. I just got a
couple of hours so let’s go eat and spend a little time together, okay?”
sugar, I’m fine. I need some Joe
and I’m hungry, too. I just got a
couple of hours so let’s go eat and spend a little time together, okay?”
“It’s
fine with me,” she said.
fine with me,” she said.
They
ate at a different café and she introduced him to biscuits and gravy, something
he vowed he’d never eaten before but said he liked. Afterward, with time passing too fast, he suggested they
walk down to Big Spring Park again but she had another idea.
ate at a different café and she introduced him to biscuits and gravy, something
he vowed he’d never eaten before but said he liked. Afterward, with time passing too fast, he suggested they
walk down to Big Spring Park again but she had another idea.
“You
look so tired,” Bette said. He did
with dark smudges beneath both eyes. “If you want we can go sit in the porch
swing at Aunt Virgie’s or in the front room.”
look so tired,” Bette said. He did
with dark smudges beneath both eyes. “If you want we can go sit in the porch
swing at Aunt Virgie’s or in the front room.”
Benny
shook his head. “I’ll catch a nap later this afternoon, if I’m lucky. I’d like a few more kisses and I doubt
your parents would like us spooning out on the porch.”
shook his head. “I’ll catch a nap later this afternoon, if I’m lucky. I’d like a few more kisses and I doubt
your parents would like us spooning out on the porch.”
“I
forgot they’re there,” she replied. “So, okay, let’s go to the park.”
forgot they’re there,” she replied. “So, okay, let’s go to the park.”
Another
couple beat them to the grotto, so they wandered around the park until they
found a vacant bench in the shade.
A few kids played on the teeter-totter and swings, their happy babble
setting a bright mood. Benny put
his arm around her and Bette snuggled against him with a contented sigh. For a few minutes they sat, comfortable
with the pose and content with each other. She’d already come to associate his scent with security and
she inhaled it, saving it up for when she’d be alone. As they rested in easy silence she savored the harmony and
as they lingered Bette noticed their breath came in tandem, in and out with the
same rhythm as if they were one, not two.
couple beat them to the grotto, so they wandered around the park until they
found a vacant bench in the shade.
A few kids played on the teeter-totter and swings, their happy babble
setting a bright mood. Benny put
his arm around her and Bette snuggled against him with a contented sigh. For a few minutes they sat, comfortable
with the pose and content with each other. She’d already come to associate his scent with security and
she inhaled it, saving it up for when she’d be alone. As they rested in easy silence she savored the harmony and
as they lingered Bette noticed their breath came in tandem, in and out with the
same rhythm as if they were one, not two.
Just
as she opened her mouth to remark on it Benny took her face and turned it
toward him. With slow deliberation
he kissed her, unhurried with such sweetness she forgot to breathe for a few
seconds. His lips caressed her
mouth with a fine light touch, as soft as hair blown across her face with a
gentle breeze. Such tenderness
evoked the same within and yet triggered desire, too. Benny cherished her mouth with his, his lips sending shivers
through her body despite the hot day, little spirals of chill strong enough to
make goose pimples erupt on her flesh.
as she opened her mouth to remark on it Benny took her face and turned it
toward him. With slow deliberation
he kissed her, unhurried with such sweetness she forgot to breathe for a few
seconds. His lips caressed her
mouth with a fine light touch, as soft as hair blown across her face with a
gentle breeze. Such tenderness
evoked the same within and yet triggered desire, too. Benny cherished her mouth with his, his lips sending shivers
through her body despite the hot day, little spirals of chill strong enough to
make goose pimples erupt on her flesh.
Bette
responded with her mouth, a hankering for something deeper and more intimate
rising in her with the force of a rising wind. She sensed how great it would be to lose her consciousness
by drowning in her senses, by molding her body into his. Bette, virgin as the mother of God,
ached now for the pleasures of the flesh.
Every old wives tale ever heard about sex being dirty or painful or
nasty evaporated faster than snow in March and for the first time in her life,
she decided sex could be wonderful.
responded with her mouth, a hankering for something deeper and more intimate
rising in her with the force of a rising wind. She sensed how great it would be to lose her consciousness
by drowning in her senses, by molding her body into his. Bette, virgin as the mother of God,
ached now for the pleasures of the flesh.
Every old wives tale ever heard about sex being dirty or painful or
nasty evaporated faster than snow in March and for the first time in her life,
she decided sex could be wonderful.
His
kisses stirred Bette’s body even as they induced emotion, too sweet to be
sinful. Her body responded to his
mouth the way a good corn crop ripened beneath the sun’s warmth. As her limbs relaxed she leaned into
him, one hand holding tight to his arm so she wouldn’t lose balance to tumble
from the park bench onto the grass.
The kiss lasted forever, but not quite long enough when Benny paused so
they could both breathe again.
kisses stirred Bette’s body even as they induced emotion, too sweet to be
sinful. Her body responded to his
mouth the way a good corn crop ripened beneath the sun’s warmth. As her limbs relaxed she leaned into
him, one hand holding tight to his arm so she wouldn’t lose balance to tumble
from the park bench onto the grass.
The kiss lasted forever, but not quite long enough when Benny paused so
they could both breathe again.
“Oh,”
she said with wonder. “Benny, that’s nice.”
she said with wonder. “Benny, that’s nice.”
“Nice,
she says,” he responded with mock outrage. “Just nice? I call it splendid,
fantastic, superb, supreme…”
she says,” he responded with mock outrage. “Just nice? I call it splendid,
fantastic, superb, supreme…”
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Thank you, Lee Anne, for stopping by today. Hope everyone will stop by again.
Sharon Hamilton
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Love is two fool things after each other.
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Thank you so much for hosting me today!
Lee Ann, you are very welcome. It is a complete pleasure. I'd love for you to come back. Pasting this now on FB and Twitter. We may not get a lot of comments, but you'll be "shown" to about 2000 people.
Your book sounds wonderful and I look forward to reading it…
Good post!
Welcome, KT. One of the great things about hosting authors is you get to meet other authors. Your blog site is beautiful. I have two daughters who played volleyball in high school and college. I know where you live.
And I have a volleyball bleacher butt to prove it!