This is a blog about writing a book. It’s not an autobiography. It’s also not about real people, family members, or events that have happened in my life. As they say, “any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental”.
Well, that’s not entirely true. Ideas have to spring from somewhere, the characters have to have a skin and somewhere to walk around in order for the story to take place, and some of them might vaguely resemble one’s less-than-attractive acquaintances. But on the whole I’ve taken pains to avoid real people and events. And I have access to good legal advice (Hi there, Robin!).
So, some facts….
It is a fact that our family lived on Puget Sound up in Washington State, and that Dad worked at a paper mill there. It is a fact that when the mill closed in the late 1950’s he moved the family, all ten of us, down to Deep South Georgia. We were truly ‘strangers in a strange land’ – Catholics in a Baptist community and Yankees in a society that still hadn’t forgiven the North for winning the Civil War. Our arrival coincided with the Centennial celebration of Georgia’s secession from the Union. The first year we were there members of the Ku Klux Klan, hooded for anonymity, rode in the Fourth of July parade. This was the background for the story, but all else is fiction.