It was a tough life for the Scottish Sharp family at the turn of the twentieth century. Coal miners, they were exempt from the World War I draft. Frank, the fourth of five sons, was the only one that went off to war. Luckily, he survived the trenches, only to return to poor job prospects and poorer wages. When most of the family sailed across the Atlantic in search of a better life, Frank stayed behind for a while... for a little too long, it so happened. A victim of the 1924 Immigration Act, he was barred from immigrating to the US until October, 1929. Three weeks after his quota number came up, the stock market crash occurred.Frank's story weaves through Detroit's rich history during the Great Depression, Prohibition, World War II, and the booming automotive industry starting in the 1950's and beyond. What Frank sacrifices to achieve material and career success takes its toll on his family and personal life. After all is said and done, this is the saga of a determined and ambitious man who was hell-bent on leaving his poverty-stricken past behind. Did he make the right choices? You decide.
Wendy Sura Thomson is a 5-star author of Summon the Tiger, The Third Order, The Man from Burnt Island, and Postcards from the Future (as a contributing author.) She has several more works underway. She lives in Michigan with her beloved Setters and covets sipping coffee outdoors first thing in the morning, rain or shine., listening to the waterfall and the birds and watching [often with amusement] the pups explore.
I am so very distressed with the Russian incursion into Ukraine. If Ukrainians wanted to be a part of the Soviet Union, they would have asked to join. How can anyone forget the horrors of past wars? Do they never learn?
Still am incredulous that a madman has the arrogance and impertinence to engage his fellow countrymen in such a heinous act. The is the global equivalent of extreme, controlling domestic abuse. It should not be allowed.
The Man from Burnt Island
Frank marched down into the trenches with his company, weaving his way through the narrow, winding mud held up by planks to keep the trench walls from collapsing. There were sections of trench where wood planks floated in mucky water and to lose one’s balance off the plank often resulted in pulling a bootless foot from the sucking muck. Soldiers crouched and snatched bits of sleep in small dug-outs in the walls, and these were mostly a refuge from the muck of the trench floor. The rats apparently thought so too. Artillery shells flew overhead, towards the German line. Most hit in no-man’s land – an otherworldly collection of shell holes, barbed wire, and obstacles of various sorts intended to make traversing this stretch of hell next to impossible. German shells were also regularly fired, but they rarely came close to the trenches.