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About the author:
Now a retired State social worker for both the States of Maryland and Vermont. By night He has always been active in community theater and writing. He moved to Southern Vermont in 1992 and became active in the Bellows Falls community. He was the Greater Falls Regional Chamber of Commerce Person of the Year in 2006 in recognition of his work as Chairman of the Bellows Falls Opera House Restoration Committee. He wrote articles covering the arts, and interesting people in the “Bellows Falls (VT ) Town Crier” from 1998 through 2006. He also wrote articles for other local publications as well as Vermont tourist magazines. Currently He freelances with the weekly “The Shopper/Vermont Journal” and daily “Eagle Times”. He has had five historical fiction novels published by The Wild Rose Press, “Buried Gold, 2016, “Megan of the Mists” 2017, “Ms. Anna” 2018, “The Monsignor’s Agents” 2020, and “Gare de Lyon” 2021. His short story “The Kids Won’t Leave” appeared in the Fall 2020 issue of “Two Hawks Quarterly”, and “Pizza, Pizza” appeared in “The Raven’s Perch” April 28, 2021.
What inspired you to write your book?
I was stage managing a community theater production of "Cabaret" which is set in pre WWII Berlin. I got me thinking of an idea I had about a story with an American art student who gets trapped in occupied Paris and then falls in with the Resistance. The Covid lock down cancelled "Cabaret" tow days before its opening, and, being now retired, I had plenty of time after to write my story.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“The Germans have marched into the Rhineland,”
Madame Gagnon said. “We will be next. They will
march for Paris, just like in the last war. You mark my
“No, no, Madame.” Maurice laughed. “My father is
a veteran of that last war. He assures me this time our
great army will hold firm.”
Madame Gagnon quickly disagreed. “They almost
reached Paris in that war. They bombarded us with their
“But Paris remained otherwise out of their reach,”
“There was fighting in Spain before I came here,”
Marie added. “People told me not to come here, but I
have found what I came across that big ocean to find.
Paris has been safe and perfectly wonderful for me.”
“Ah, that is so.” Madame Gagnon gave a shrug.
“You are both so young. You are not old enough to
have the memories that I have. You do not see the
world as I do.”
“Yes,” Marie said brightly. “France is not at war
right now. Maybe it will be, but for now, things are
good for us at the school. We must enjoy life as it is.”
Maurice pulled Marie toward the stairs. He
laughed. She laughed. And they hurried to her
apartment up the stairs.
Madame Gagnon frowned and shook her head.
Then she shrugged again. “They are so young,” she said
out loud, as if she had to explain, though no one else
was there to hear her.