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Silver Pages on the Lawn – Book Review

1 A Silver Pages
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Silver Pages on the Lawn : A Student Love Story of the Depression Years of the 1930s
By: Nora Lourie Percival

AMAZON SUMMARY

A true story of lovers and their star-crossed romance that endures parental disapproval as well as the want of time, money, and privacy. To bridge long separations, they make love by words alone. Their passionate, eloquent letters, poignant and poetic, are the heart of this memoir and bring to life the troubled era in which their story takes place—the lean days of the Great Depression, war clouds over Europe, and the literary renaissance of which these aspiring writers were part, form the heart of their history.

‘Silver Pages on the Lawn’ paints a dramatic picture of the difficult years they lived through and of the steadfast love that survived it all and carried them through to the life they dreamed of.

BOOK REVIEW

I enjoyed Nora Lourie Percival’s memoir of college life in the 1930’s and her account of finding true love that endures many hardships. The couple are forced to keep their love a secret; Nora’s Jewish father does not approve of her relationship with a Gentile. The stress of the couples’ lives, attending college, finding places to meet, and often living miles apart, leave Nora dealing with severe bouts of anemia and Herman, her lover, with severe bouts of depression.

The couple are forced to communicate by writing letters to each other. Herman, who is a poet, writes dramatic and poetic letters. Nora often finds herself having to keep Herman’s spirit up through her letters. Herman has many doubts, but Nora is determined that their love will carry them through the hardships and they would have a life together, once she graduates college.

‘Silver Pages on the Lawn’ is based on the couples’ letters to each other. Nora Lourie Percival writes a poignant story of love and shares her precious letters with the world.

I recommend this book to all readers of history, a good love story, and the one’s who enjoy reading memoirs.

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Nora Percival 99th Year Young

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:
Santa Cruz, CA: April 1, 2014 – After many awards, articles, bookstore events, and interviews for a writer who started at the wise age of 88, Nora Percival releases her best writings in eBook format. As an ongoing promoter from North Carolina, please help us in celebrating Nora’s 100th birthday coming up in October 2014.

Featured in an NPR interview, Nora shares in her immigrant beginnings from native Russia. Each of the three memoirs evokes a specific time in the 20th century including the two world wars, moving into the modern era, loves, loss, and reclaiming a full life relived with the release of the three eBooks.

A poignant read highly intelligent writer, blessed with an adventurous life, The Weather of the Heart, Whirligig of Time, and Silver Pages on the Lawn, are highly readable. Nora Percival was selected as one of the top six Guide Post Picks by women readers on about.com for 2003.

Nora’s father left Russia without his wife and daughter just ahead of the Russian Red Army in 1918. It took until 1922 before they would again be together after immigrating to New York, USA.

Nora Percival’s life has never been easy. From the depression of the 1930’s, to losing her first husband to leukemia in 1939 just to find out she was pregnant. Nora was determined to find her way and to find time for her writing. As her life took the turns of necessity, the stories regarding the price of freedom persisted. Yes, and at the age of 88 the writing began and an outpouring streamed forth.

To Google Nora Percival is to find a life lived fully, and in later life with finished books, acclaim, a growing family and stories to tell in person. Share in this fabulous life at http://www.nora Percival.com

Today the American public takes for granted their security, their television, cell phone, personal computer, and friends. A leap into Nora Percival’s three memoirs is to see first hand and to receive stories of early America during the dawn of international awareness and birth of student activism.

Daily Prompt: Heroic ~ NaBloPoMo – January 11, 2014

1 A January 2014 BlogHer

Since Saturday is a ‘Free Writing’ day on NaBloPoMo, and since I didn’t get a chance to post on yesterday’s Daily Prompt, I’m going to combine the two today.

Daily Prompt: Heroic
by michelle w. on January 10, 2014

When you were five years old, who was your hero? What do you think of that person today?

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When I was five years old, my hero was one of my father’s younger brothers, Roger. I loved my Uncle Roger, and had a crush on him for years. Roger was 12 years old when I was 5.
Uncle Roger was special, because he didn’t treat me like a nuisance, instead he embraced me as an individual and included me in a lot of things he did. I remember when he got his first car and he would take me along riding around with his friends; he would take me to his girlfriends house to meet her. When he was sent to Vietnam, I was sad. We wrote letters back and forth, while he was in Vietnam. When he came home, he would talk to me for hours, every time he got the chance. I was sure he was telling me things that he didn’t tell to anybody else.
Not long after he came home, he married his girlfriend. I had the pleasure of making their wedding cake.
I knew he was drinking pretty heavily, but he was under a lot of pressure. I often heard my Dad talking about him and my Grandmother would cry and talk to me. Personally, I thought he could do no wrong; he was still my Uncle Roger.
Looking back in retrospect, I think he let other people see a lot more of him, than he did me. He always put a smile on his face and acted like the Uncle Roger that I loved dearly, when I was around. After Uncle Roger and his new wife, M., were married, they found a cozy little house about two blocks from where we lived, so I could walk back and forth anytime I wanted, and spent many a night at their house.
As we grew older, moved around, and had children, Uncle Roger would still come and see me when he came home to visit. When my oldest daughter was old enough, he would come and get her to stay a week or two with him, M., and their son, in the summer. My oldest daughter grew up loving him, just like I did.
I knew there were several times Roger would come and stay at my grandmother’s, for a week or a couple of weeks. I was also old enough then, that I knew he and M., were having problems. This went on for about 20 years, before they finally divorced. After their divorce, Roger started declining rapidly.
Roger had come home from Vietnam, went to work for various police departments, and finally worked his way into a State Trooper’s job. He later went to work for the Department of Transportation or D.O.T. His problems were never dealt with in the medical community, so he pretty much drank himself to death.
He had taken up with another woman, who rather than look after him and support his cries for help, she encouraged him to party and drink and God only knows what else. When his kidneys failed, she looked after him for awhile, but soon, put him in a nursing home. The nursing home was about a three-hour drive from my home and I kept saying that I was going to go visit him one weekend. Finally, my chance arrived. Hubby and I were going to a PowWow in a city, that was just about a 30-minute drive to the nursing home.
Early Saturday morning, before we had left to attend the PowWow, my Dad called and said that Roger had passed late Friday night. I couldn’t believe it. I finally was going to go see him. My Dad said he probably didn’t want me to see him in the shape he was in. I was devastated. After three-plus years, I am still devastated.
Unfortunately, I don’t have a good picture of my Uncle Roger, or I would post it. Instead, I’m just going to say, R.I.P to my Uncle Roger who passed away on September 9, 2010. You are still my hero!

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