Featured Author, Carol Fosdick
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Carol, born 1939 in Pueblo, Colorado. Love of the West
and of western tradition is buried deep in my soul. My first passion was horses and I whinnied and galloped my way through
childhood. I did my first oil painting (my mother was a brave woman to let me use such messy paints) when I was in the third
grade, of a horse, of course, and have painted ever since, still doing horses set in the grandeur of the western landscape.
Money was very tight, but ours was a happy and loving family. Religion was important and we used to walk to church a mile
away, memorizing Bible verses, and from these experiences, I developed a strong sense of religious and moral values. |
| We all read incessantly, my favorites being horse stories
and historical novels. I also have a deep sense of patriotism, with my earliest memories being of World War II. I vividly
remember the blackouts, the victory gardens, rationing things like sugar and tires, and saving everything, even bacon
grease, for the war effort. I can even picture my mother, who valued life more than anything, stating grimly that if the
Germans ever came to America, she was going to take out a few before they killed her. This had to have been in the dark
days of the war and I could not have been older than three. |
| When I was young, soda pop was a nickel, and I actually
remember my first piece of gum. My grandfather gave it to me and told me to make it last because it was hard to get. I
proudly wore my brother's out-grown Mackinaw coat, and most of my clothes were hand-me-downs from relatives in
New York. My mother told me I was lucky to have clothes from Fifth Avenue, as my friends just got clothes from Pueblo. I
didn't see a TV until about 1953 at a neighbors and it was several years before we got one of our own. |
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still put my hand over my heart when the flag passes or the national
anthem is played. I still love the historical songs of America's past
-- folk songs, war songs, and patriotic songs. I might be a goop* in
some peoples eyes, but I even cry on occasion when deeply moved with
love for my country. I did when I was all by myself at home watching
the horrific events of 9/11. I also prayed aloud to God to save our
White House, the Statue of Liberty, and other important monuments
Americans treasure. I will never forget that day. |
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love America and all that she stands for. I want to give something back
to the country I love so deeply. Thus, I have pledged to give all of my
profits from the sale of my three novels, The Other Son, Ripples in the Water and I Ride A Wild Horse, to the foundation I founded,
SOARR
(Studies on American Rights and Responsibilities.) It is my humble hope
that this foundation will impact the lives of young people in a
positive way and will encourage patriotism and love of America in the
formative years of these youth. I can think of no better way to spend
the profits from my novels. |
| Please visit my new Blog at
ConservativeIssues@Folkland,USA. |
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