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The Unexplored Heart by Marilyn Celeste Morris
Impoverished but proud Vanessa Danforth is forced from her mother’s home by her new stepfather’s treachery in 1860s England.
After graduating from stenographer’s school, she accepts a position at the estate of famed world explorer, Harrison Courtland.
Made a widower by his wife’s tragic death in the Himalayas, Courtland has retreated into his work ...while Vanni forges friendships with his daughter Katrin and the handsome physician from the neighboring estate.
As Vanni encourages Courtland to unearth the ancient ruins at the edge of his property she discovers not only a stunning secret and a hidden treasure, but also her own heart’s desire.
The Unexplored Heart by Marilyn Celeste Morris
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Once a Brat, Always a Brat by Marilyn Celeste Morris
The Women of
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Once A Brat, Always A Brat by Marilyn Celeste Morris
Brat: Def: (1) An unruly child Def: (2) A child of the military BRAT: British Regiment Attached Traveler. We wear the “Brat” name with pride. Those who argue that the term is demeaning simply don’t understand. Once a Brat, Always a Brat is not intended to be a serious study of children of the military. It is neither an apology nor a rallying cry for our unique experiences. While some of my fellow Military Brats, missionary kids, children of the diplomatic corps, oil company employees’ offspring and others raised outside their home country may find similarities in my narrative, I must emphasize that the first part of this book is based solely on events transpiring between 1938 and 1958, with comments on how the Military Brat experience affected my life. Other Military Brats have contributed to this book, writing about their experiences in their own words. A Resources section is included for those who are seeking information about the various organizations who can offer advice and counsel to our current Military Brats and their families.
As one of the first dependents to be sent overseas at the
end of WWII, eight-year old Marilyn Celeste Morris received her very own orders
from The War Department.
From Seoul, Korea to Linz, Austria, she traversed the globe
from 1938 to 1958 with her Army Officer father, mother and younger
brothers. Between assignments in the
primitive world of the Far East, to the sublime luxury of exploring castles in
Bavaria, the family shuttled between the various Stateside Forts: Bragg, Bliss, Hood and Sill.
Sometimes hilarious, sometimes gut-wrenchingly sad, her
narrative is part travelogue, part therapy session. She still cries at “Taps” and stands tall
when the colors pass; yet she realizes she carries an odd mixture of pride and
resentment over her nomadic way of life.
Her conclusion, however, is that she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Once a Brat, Always a Brat.
The Women of Camp Sobingo by Marilyn Celeste Morris
Four women of diverse backgrounds form a bond while en route to join their Army officer husbands in Korea in 1946.
Their experiences in a far-flung military compound strengthen three of the women, but a fourth chooses to end her life there, and during a reunion twenty-five years later, long-held dark secrets and sorrows are revealed.
The Women of Camp Sobingo shares the story of four women; friends who share the life of army wives in a strange land, with husbands who serve. Raising children, making do, enduring hardships, these women survive - all but one...
There really was a Camp Sobingo, located outside the capitol city of Seoul, South Korea at the end of WWII. This military compound’s cookie-cutter “quarters” was home to the women and children who joined their Army officer husbands during the US Occupation.
The camp had a school, a post exchange, a dispensary, a commissary, and even a movie theatre (think “MASH”). Ever-present, however, was the military presence, both Korean and our own US forces and the tyranny of the Russians located across the 38th parallel, who merely annoyed the dependents with their random denial of electricity to the American contingent.
Most of the Americans had deployed to other assignments before June 25, 1950 when North Korea invaded South Korea. Those remaining escaped safely, but “The Land of the Morning Calm” would never be the same.
Forces of Nature by Marilyn Celeste Morris
It was going to be a two-shoe day.
Howard the Weatherman woke with what he referred to as That Certain Dread and a bad taste in his mouth, to boot. The birthday party for his youngest granddaughter the previous evening was the cause, even though it was just ice cream and cake and no booze, befitting his solid Southern Baptist background.
The feeling lingered on the fringes of consciousness until he was fully awake.
over at his sleeping wife of forty years, he considered waking her and telling
her about his dream. No, he would
prepare for work first, and let
He eased out of bed and padded into the adjoining bathroom. He allowed the shower head to spray stinging hot water over his face and body, all the while he was reciting his usual morning prayers: “Father, I thank thee for this day that thou hast made. I will rejoice and be thankful in it.”
He continued with his intercessory prayers for his family and friends, and for the nation as a whole. “And so I beseech thee, Dear Lord, heed my prayers. I pray in the name of my savior, Jesus Christ.” Normally, his prayers would have ended at this point with a heart-felt “Amen”, but this morning he added softly, “And Lord, if it be thy will, spare us the agony of this day, and keep us safe from harm. Amen.”
Howard paused before replying, “Fine.” There was no sense in telling her now. “You?”
“Fine, until you began tossing and turning. What was that all about, Howard?” She sat across from him and studied him over her coffee cup.
“Nothing. I don’t remember,” he evaded, knowing full
“It’s the dream again, isn’t it?”
He sighed, then nodded. “I knew I couldn’t keep it from you. You know me too well.”
She smiled softly.
“Honey, it’s going to be a bad one today.”
“They’re all bad, Howard. Even small tornadoes that don’t send people to the hospitals, or kill them. Property damage, schools, businesses, all suffer.”
Howard finished his coffee and shook off his wife’s gesture of handing him a plate of bacon and eggs. “I’m gonna be late if I don’t leave now. I should have the official National Weather Service information the first thing when I get to the station. Then I’ll have to butt heads with our new station manager about interrupting the regularly scheduled programs for weather bulletins.”
going to be that big?”
“Stay close to home today, honey. I want you close to the cellar.”
wouldn’t have wanted it known that he had a “fraidy hole.” Having been born and raised in southwest
Howard thought back to one particular day when he was still in high school. He had told his family early in the morning that there would be a tornado that day. His family had come to respect his gift, and they followed Howard’s calm statement of fact: “There’s gonna be a tornado sometime this afternoon."
My Ashes of Dead Lovers Garage Sale
by Marilyn Celeste Morris
Best selling author Joanna Elliott and her growing family are looking for another house because, quite frankly, finding bodies in the cellar and a psychotic old woman kidnapping her son were not events conducive to bringing her new child into the world.
She discovers a charming old Victorian mansion owned only by women of the Emily Harris family, but the remaining heiress has no descendants to inherit.
Once the family moves in, however, psychic black cat Sabbath
encounters spirits determined to continue the legend, once again putting the
family in peril.
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