Posted on Friday, August 24, 2018 1:54 PM
By now, I hope you have seen the new cover of the revised and illustrated second edition of “Beyond All Price.” It features the never-before-seen photograph of Nellie M. Chase, the plucky young woman who served as the matron of Pennsylvania’s Roundhead Regiment. After a year with them, she moved on to become one of the best-known nurses of the Civil War. The men she cared for christened her with titles like Angel of Mercy, The Florence Nightingale of the Western Army, and a Woman Beyond All Price. With that kind of reputation, it’s not surprising that there’s a lovely photograph of her.
There’s quite a story behind the image that graces this book cover. The photograph is taken from a carte de visite—a visiting card of sorts, but much more than that. Two developments in the 1850s made it possible. The first was a photographic process developed in France in 1854. With it, a photographer could print multiple copies of a small image, which could then be pasted onto a sturdy cardboard backing to make it durable. The second was a Civil War that took thousands of young men (and a few hundred women) away from their homes and families in 1861 to serve their country. These new little cards became keepsakes—a way for families and friends to remember their missing loved ones. At the urgings of their families, soldiers flocked to get their pictures taken, and a new fad was born.
The cards are small. The backing measures about two and a half by four inches. The photographic sheets were smaller—approximately two by three and a half inches. (If you look closely at the image, you can see the borders). And then the image itself was often no larger than a penny.. As photographers grew more skilled and cameras more complex, the images became more detailed and often filled the entire card. But Nellie’s photograph was made in 1863, and it’s no larger than an inch. On the reverse of the card is a stamp identifying the photographer, but there are no identifying words printed on these cards because they were meant only for those who knew the individual.
As I began to research Nellie’s story, I learned that she had a carte de visite, which she could give to patients who asked for one. A small paragraph in a Philadelphia newspaper announced that Frederick Gutekunst had taken her photograph, but no such card existed in any of the boxes of documents that recorded her history. Members of the Society of the Roundheads began searching for her picture, but it was not until this past spring that one actually turned up.
The card displays only the tiny headshot. The reverse has Gutekunst’s seal and Nellie’s handwritten signature (which you will also see on the cover of my new book. The signature indicates that she gave this card to a “W. W. Blackman of North Carolina.” So far, his identity has eluded investigation. The card also has a penciled note in another later hand that identifies her as the “wife of Geo. W. Earnest of the 15th Pa. (name spelled wrong). and says they both died of smallpox (although it was actually yellow fever). But for me, this little card is--like Nellie herself--another treasure "Beyond All Price."
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Posted on Wednesday, August 22, 2018 1:03 PM
Did you see it? Yesterday, the Bronx Zoo Cobra came out of his long Twitter hibernation to comment on what was--to him--the most important news story of the day. Barnum and Bailey Animal Crackers announced that from now on, the animals on their boxes would be free to roam rather than being kept in cages. Freedom at last! BZ Cobra sighed a long--very long--sigh and commented, "Well, good for them, I guess." How sad he sounded. How lonely.
BZ always tried to be a good snake. True, he escaped once and scared half of NYC into believing that poisonous cobras were about to take over the world. But BZ had no such plans. H simply wanted to live the life he was born to live. He took delight in the natural world he discovered outside his cage. He threatened no one. He took only what he needed for his own survival. He took pride in being who he was, tried his best to love all other creatures, and danced to music only he could hear.
But the people with power and zoo credentials captured him anyway and thrust him back into captivity. It broke his little heart. They silenced his pithy little observations about the foibles he saw in those around him. They condemned him for being a snake, and they placed him on display so other creatures could mock him and call him names.
One of the saddest things about the Bronx Zoo cobra is that he probably does not know how many people live lives similar to his--caged, not behind bars, but by bureaucracy, poverty, prejudice, and other spirit-breaking events of the day. I'm hoping we hear more from him in the coming days. Surely our world could benefit from the wisdom of this little guy. He has suffered a long captivity, but he can still rejoice in the success of others.
Stick with us, little fellow. Maybe someday we can declare you our "National Snake."
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Posted on Sunday, August 12, 2018 4:59 PM
 A touch of nostalgia here this late Sunday afternoon, just to let everyone know I'm still around.
One day last week, Penny Sansevieri asked a question on Facebook that spurred a lot of answers: "What was the first book you really loved?" I didn't even have to think about it. My choice was "What About Willie" by LeGrand. Now I didn't expect anyone else to know what I was talking about. This was a Little Golden Book, published the same year I was born (1939), and maybe the first book I really owned. My long-suffering parents read me the story night after night--for years-- until I had it memorized and had taught myself to read by reciting it and picking out the words. As I commented to Penny, the book started my love affair with books and cats at the same time.
When a couple of other people remembered the book, I became curious. Is it true that you can find anything you want on Amazon? In this case, it was. I'm not alone in my choice of books after all. This one is on Amazon and for sale as a collector's item, with prices running as high as $75.00. Fortunately there was one reasonably priced one and--on a whim--I ordered it. It was listed as in 'good" condition, with some wear and tear on cover and edges. That didn't bother me. I kept mine until it literally fell apart.
Now I'm waiting anxiously to take a trip back to my childhood. I no longer remember the whole story, but I can still its repeated refrain: "Willie was cold. Willie was wet. Willie was lost. Willie was looking for a new home." I'll let you know if it is still as good a story as i remember!
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Posted on Thursday, August 9, 2018 3:12 PM
What’s not to love about pre-orders on
Amazon? I can understand the appeal. Customers get their hands on the book
early, the price is often reduced, and they also know that their favorite
authors are getting a small plug every time someone places a pre-order. For a
major publishing house, pre-orders are a valuable clue as to the size of the
initial print run. And for an author, the pre-orders all register as sales on
the day of publication, thus giving the first Amazon sales rating a boost that
can carry the title to the top of the best-seller list, at least in its own
category. So why do I still have reservations about
their value?
For those of you who will purchase the
Kindle edition, the only advantage I see is a possible price reduction. Pre-orders
and orders placed on the first day of publication go out at the same time. Electronic
publishers have no need to know how many books to print because they don’t
print—they just click and send. As for authors, I admit that first ratings
boost is rewarding, but it doesn’t last beyond the first few days. For readers
who purchase a trade paper edition of a new book, there are advantages. Price
reductions are more important when the price is higher. If your author offers
autographed pre-orders, that may clinch the argument.
But here are a couple of facts you may not
know. Amazon does not allow independent writers and small publishers to offer pre-ordering
of printed books. That privilege is reserved for the largest publishing houses,
who may receive thousands of orders. And even their Kindle store has strict
rules about who may and may not pre-order. For example, I was recently punished
with a one-year suspension of my ability to offer pre-ordering. What was my
sin? On my last pre-order, I submitted a typo that set my publishing date ahead
by three months. I asked for a correction, which they granted. It was one
number: change month 6 to month 9. It could have been done by any third grader
I know. However, asking for a changed date is “against the rules,” so they suspended me.
And that, dear readers, is why there are no
pre-orders for the Kindle version of my new edition of Beyond All Price. All is not lost, however. If you want to
pre-order a new print copy of Beyond All Price—the one with Nellie Chase’s photograph and
signature on the cover and my autograph on the title page, just visit the “ Store”
page on this website and order away. The offer there will be good from now
until Monday, August 27, 2018.
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Posted on Friday, August 3, 2018 2:59 PM
 Facebook has come in for a lot of criticism over the past
few weeks, and I admit that I don’t like some of their practices. However, there
are times when I realize that the friendships I have made on Facebook have also
enriched my life. One such incident occurred this week.
To set the scene. I write historical fiction and creative
biographies based on the lives of historical figures. Two of my early books
were based on the letters of my great uncle James McCaskey, who enlisted with
the 100 Pennsylvania Regiment (known as the “Roundheads”) during
the Civil War. After several months of training and marching, the regiment
ended up in South Carolina’s Sea Islands. There, my Uncle James died, along
with his friend Jacob Leary, in their first battle. The letter sent to my great
grandparents described their horrific deaths—hit by a cannon ball that blew off
their legs. They bled out and died on the battlefield and were buried with some
500 others in a mass grave at the site. Their company lost four men, with
several others gravely wounded.
Now, some 156 years later, the Little Beaver Historical
Society in Darlington, Pennsylvania, is planning a Roundheads Reunion for
descendants of that regiment. They have made arrangements with me to sell
copies of my first book, A Scratch with
the Rebels, and to give away two copies of the second book, Beyond All Price, which is coming out in
a new edition just in time for the reunion. The first book is already on offer
on their Facebook page.
This week, an order came in from someone who had just joined
the “Society of the Roundheads.” His posting stated that he wanted the book
because it might tell him something about his uncle, Jacob Leary, who had been in
the Roundhead Regiment. Yes. His uncle and my uncle were friends, and they died
together on that fateful day, June 16, 1862, at Secessionville, South Carolina.
I immediately posted a comment, telling him what I knew of Jacob’s life in the
regiment. We have begun a friendship based on a bond of shared grief at the
meaningless deaths of our uncles and the ties that kept them together into
their shared grave. We will both be the richer for it.
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