tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post4275665650687651726..comments2024-03-29T01:17:04.775-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: It's All in the Details. A post by Clare BroylesJungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-69913214296253876942023-03-16T13:51:26.662-04:002023-03-16T13:51:26.662-04:00Hmmm...my father served a stint in USIA, his in At...Hmmm...my father served a stint in USIA, his in Athens. He was a WWII correspondent in Europe and the Pacific, which is how he became part of the group that later got similar posts.Susan C Sheanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-55710827657041234522023-03-16T13:46:41.512-04:002023-03-16T13:46:41.512-04:00Hi Clare and Rhys! what great source stories you f...Hi Clare and Rhys! what great source stories you found to get your creative minds in gear. Molly is lucky to have two good storytellers guiding her as she navigates old New York. Susan C Sheanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-42523749293248033432023-03-16T11:28:35.219-04:002023-03-16T11:28:35.219-04:00Clare: U am old enough to remember those!Clare: U am old enough to remember those!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-49147805171132261032023-03-16T11:27:14.387-04:002023-03-16T11:27:14.387-04:00Clare: Thank you! That is praise indeed coming fro...Clare: Thank you! That is praise indeed coming from you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-45714703659357247522023-03-16T11:26:40.058-04:002023-03-16T11:26:40.058-04:00Clare: Tha k you!Clare: Tha k you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-42754561105382764732023-03-16T11:26:13.190-04:002023-03-16T11:26:13.190-04:00Clare: Thank you!Clare: Thank you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-57156582287115349712023-03-16T11:25:56.432-04:002023-03-16T11:25:56.432-04:00Clare: Thank you for sharing. Life is amazing!Clare: Thank you for sharing. Life is amazing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-83147176879803381572023-03-14T17:38:41.707-04:002023-03-14T17:38:41.707-04:00My parents lived a dew blocks from each other, but...My parents lived a dew blocks from each other, but were in different school districts so didn't go to high school together. They met when they both learned square dancing.<br /><br />Also, when my brother and I both worked for the State, a check meant for my division ended up in his area. The check would have been to the Commonwealth of PA so our last name wouldn't have come up. Sally from PAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03649707016754971847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-55529081979528099442023-03-14T16:43:05.662-04:002023-03-14T16:43:05.662-04:00No coincidences that come to mind, but a very warm...No coincidences that come to mind, but a very warm welcome to Clare and Rhys's new book.KimHaysBernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02726133115831908758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-15798985327346654522023-03-14T16:19:48.553-04:002023-03-14T16:19:48.553-04:00Congratulations on your new book release! Sounds l...Congratulations on your new book release! Sounds like a great read. One concidence that happened to me was years ago. I lost my job when the company I worked for went out of business and after a few weeks I got a call from the manager of a company I used to work for when I lived in Michigan and asked me to fill in when needed and it worked into a full time job.diannekcnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-63118776527800070602023-03-14T16:18:47.832-04:002023-03-14T16:18:47.832-04:00Congratulations, Rhys and Clare, on your new Molly...Congratulations, Rhys and Clare, on your new Molly book! I love reading how your research brought you to the stories, Clare. I, too, think researching is fun. <br /><br />I often ponder how chance encounters or coincidences in our lives have brought us to where we are. The one that has had the biggest impact on my life and with the resulting waves of more events is how I met my husband. We both were in our senior year of college, the beginning of the last semester. I knew a girl from some of my education classes, and we were both at the education building on the University of Kentucky campus trying to firm up our schedules for that semester. I had finished my business, but she asked me to wait for her to walk over to the student center. I really wanted to get on with it, but I told her I'd wait. So, we walked over together, passing the ROTC building on the way. Philip happened to be looking out the window when we passed, and he knew my friend. He later asked her to get the number of the girl in the maroon coat with whom she had been walking. So, she gave him my number and told me that he would be calling around a certain time. I was actually late coming back to my apartment and missed his first call, but he called back. I agreed to go out with him, going to a movie and out for a sandwich after. It wasn't love at first sight, but I do remember the moment, not long after, when Cupid's arrow struck. Philip was on the UK Rifle team, and I met him at the shooting range one day. He was wearing his leather shooting jacket and looked so handsome and, well, I was smitten. We married six months later. We now have two grown children and a teenage granddaughter. I shudder to think that if I hadn't waited for the friend to walk to the student center with, or Philip hadn't made a second call to ask me out, what I and the world would have missed. My daughter and my son and my granddaughter are the result of Philip looking out the window at the exact time that I walked by with a mutual friend I'd waited on. I am in awe of how life works.Kathy Reelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004247271452356577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-89029794469620986022023-03-14T15:38:26.327-04:002023-03-14T15:38:26.327-04:00So excited to read this book! Really enjoy the Mol...So excited to read this book! Really enjoy the Molly Murphy Series. You can’t write fast enough to satisfy my reading appetite!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-16499944473829095912023-03-14T15:17:41.335-04:002023-03-14T15:17:41.335-04:00Excellent point! And one that had never occurred t...Excellent point! And one that had never occurred to me, though I often use the WofOz as the linchpin in classes I teach. And why didn't Glinda tell Dorothy that the ruby slippers would take her home. (Because then the book would only have been 30 pages long.)Halliehttp://hallieephron.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-46364841057528927052023-03-14T14:59:06.854-04:002023-03-14T14:59:06.854-04:00Glad you have your summers - and the mental space ...Glad you have your summers - and the mental space to write before school.Edith Maxwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388006370860482509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-58758093024608969662023-03-14T14:55:59.932-04:002023-03-14T14:55:59.932-04:00I echo your appreciation, Julia!I echo your appreciation, Julia!Edith Maxwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388006370860482509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-448044562217613752023-03-14T14:30:47.288-04:002023-03-14T14:30:47.288-04:00And coincidence--I was at an event for The House G...And coincidence--I was at an event for The House Guest in Washington DC recently, and mentioned in the Q and A that my father had been in the foreign service, USIA. A man in the audience emailed md afterward, saying he had been in USIA, too, and asked my Dad's name--maybe they knew each other? Well,,,what are the odds? It was decades ago. BUT. Turns out, not only did he and Dad know each other and my Dad's wife Juliet (also USIA), but he was at their WEDDING 35 years ago--and so was I! Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-45690061736140254252023-03-14T14:27:40.223-04:002023-03-14T14:27:40.223-04:00Clare, sometimes if Blogger thinks you are answeri...Clare, sometimes if Blogger thinks you are answering "too fast"--whatever that means in Bogger-mind--it decides you are a bot. And makes you spam. You can un-spam by going into the comments on Blogger itself. Rhys, can you show her? oxoxoo It happens to me ALL the time!Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-42938180035486255672023-03-14T14:26:13.500-04:002023-03-14T14:26:13.500-04:00Oh, standing ovation! I love how your brain puts t...Oh, standing ovation! I love how your brain puts the pieces together--and you are such a brilliant team!Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-26702623964231579512023-03-14T13:16:57.551-04:002023-03-14T13:16:57.551-04:00It's a truism: coincidences happen in life you...It's a truism: coincidences happen in life you'd NEVER accept in fiction, so you have to use them very sparingly when you're an author!<br /><br />I'm just grateful there are amazing newspaper archives from all over the world available online these days for writers and researchers. I can remember the days when you had to go to the largest library in your area to be ushered into the lowest floor (why was it always in the basement?) where you would sit at an enormous microfiche machine, carefully scrolling through pages and pages. And of course, you couldn't make them larger or smaller; instead you had to move the film around to look at each part of the page! Thank you, anonymous archivists, for making all that information available at the click of a key, in the comfort of our own home offices.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09553268569509053159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-24375933530324364662023-03-14T12:44:22.695-04:002023-03-14T12:44:22.695-04:00When I was growing up every so often an older man ...When I was growing up every so often an older man would visit our family. He probably lived near where we used to live and had to travel quite a distance on the bus to our new neighborhood. He was friendly and kind but I never knew the relationship. My younger sister at one time asked if he was going to marry our Bubbeh and everyone laughed. I still do ponder this as after a while he never returned nor visited. My Bubbeh moved out and he never visited again. I have an old black and white wedding photo with him celebrating my uncle's wedding. I wish I knew more. My uncle's marriage fizzled out and I never saw either of these men again.petitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05326383614079568432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-90044847947239390992023-03-14T12:38:57.805-04:002023-03-14T12:38:57.805-04:00Wonderful post and happy book birthday!
Thinking ...Wonderful post and happy book birthday!<br /><br />Thinking about coincidences. Started using dating apps. I met a man online and we were talking about our colleges. Turned out that we both went to the same University and we even had the same professor!<br /><br />DianaBibliophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07764234701385787238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-47591743357169088622023-03-14T12:27:16.527-04:002023-03-14T12:27:16.527-04:00Congrats to both of you. This is another great Mo...Congrats to both of you. This is another great Molly book. (No need to enter me in the giveaway.)Mark Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11567392254011373198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-81570950648293305672023-03-14T12:15:09.209-04:002023-03-14T12:15:09.209-04:00My father was in the US Navy aboard a ship sailing...My father was in the US Navy aboard a ship sailing from LA.. to Oahu, HI in 1948. My dad's buddy shared a bunk/room with another young officer. Talk about coincidence...these two officers each unpacked their stuff and each put a framed photo of their fiance on their desks. Yikes! They (unknown to them) were dating the same young lady from L.A. Needless to say she got two Dear Jane letters on the same day!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-11158128428620627012023-03-14T12:11:50.836-04:002023-03-14T12:11:50.836-04:00Sounds like there may be a mystery there!Sounds like there may be a mystery there!Clarehttps://www.clarebroyles.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-81633271207961991392023-03-14T12:10:34.105-04:002023-03-14T12:10:34.105-04:00Thanks Deb! Thanks Deb! Clare Broyleshttps://www.clarebroyles.com/noreply@blogger.com