Selected as one of
150 Best Kansas Books
In 2011, Kansas’ Sesquicentennial year, the Directors of the Kansas State Library chose 150 books, considered the best books written by Kansans and/or about Kansas in the past 150 years. To see the complete list Click here
Fragile Hopes, Transient Dreams
And Other Stories
An historical word portrait of the Great Plains and the men and women who lived, loved and died on America’s vast prairie during the 20th Century (1889 to 1999).
Each story presents a different theme, a different era, a different point of view. Tales portraying romance, mystery, suspense, heartbreaking challenges and heroic triumphs of the Roth family and their descendents, provide the reader with a strong sense of place as he experiences the realities of homesteading, farming, droughts, “the Great Depression”, “The Dirty Thirties,” World War II, the gas industry, infidelity, unrequited love, rites of passage, and intrigue.
Each tale stands alone, yet correlates into a larger story—a chronicle of the development of the prairie.
Located on the westernmost fringe of America’s Heartland the prairie, one of the richest wheat and gas producing regions in the world, is a significant protagonist in this Southwest Kansas saga. The reader is constantly aware of its presence and of the gradual, relentless changes beginning with the homesteading days and ending at the turn of the 21st Century.
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THE B-24 LIBERATOR
My husband, Carl L. Ungerer, received his B-24 pilot training at the Liberal, Kansas Air Base. Training completed, he was kept on as a pilot instructor. That’s where we met, and married. The essay—The Airbase—is from Fragile Hopes, Transient Dreams.
CUL DE SACWhile Woodland Circle, a cul de sac in the retirement community of Paradise Village is not "Wisteria Lane," no household is without its secrets, intrigues and hidden agendas.
Patricia King turned onto Woodland Circle and lowered the sun visor to shield her eyes from the late afternoon sun. She drove slowly around the cul de sac scanning house numbers. There wasn’t a soul in sight.
She spied number nine four houses down on the left-hand side of the street. Swinging wide to allow for the U-Haul trailer, she eased the seven-year-old Pontiac into the driveway, turned off the motor and sighed.
The three-day drive from Philadelphia, towing a trailer, had been tedious. Every muscle in her body ached.
She got out of the car, stretched and turned to inspect her surroundings—the neat brown house with gold shutters and doors, the well-manicured lawn, the neatly trimmed shrubbery, the wedge of blue lake visible through the trees—
I think this will do quite nicely, she thought.
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While on a mid-winter holiday in the Yucatan Peninsula—a graduation gift from her parents—Megan Lockridge finds herself stranded on an idyllic tropical beach. Playa Gloriosa provides everything she dreamed of in a vacation—friends, fun and games—and romance. Two incredibly attractive gentlemen vie for her attentions; Francisco, an amorous Latino who arouses emotions she never dreamed she was capable of and Kevin, a handsome New York advertising agent who, she suspects, might turn out to be the love of her life.
A full moon was streaming through the window when, for no explainable reason, Megan awakened shortly after midnight. She could hear the soft sound of the waves brushing against the sand. Sitting up, she drew the drape aside and reached for her crutches.
Except for a shimmering moonlit path, the sea was a deep indigo blue. Her heart quickened when she remembered another moonlit night, on another beach.
Since the accident, she had tried to put Francisco out of her mind and she wondered now why he returned so persistently to her thoughts. He meant nothing to her. Kevin did; she should be thinking of him.
She became aware that something had intruded on the tranquil scene—a solitary figure strolling on the moonlit beach.
It looks like—but it can’t be! Megan thought. What would Francisco be doing here?
oUT OF THE STORM
When World War II came to Southwest Kansas, I joined the Civil Air Patrol and began taking flying lessons in a bright yellow Piper J-3 Cub.
"I LEARNED ABOUT FLYING FROM THAT"
Flying Magazine, early 1950’s Read More
As Traffic Director for KREX-TV in Grand Junction, Colorado, I was asked by management to transfer the log from hard copy to computer.
WHY A HEALTH PAGE?
` If you don’t feel good, you’re not worth a darn. At least, I’m, not. Not only my body, but my brain as well, is sluggish and out of sorts. More
WHY AN EDOC PAGE?
A few years back, I googled my name—just to see what was going on—and was astounded to find a number of articles I’d written for various publications offered for sale as “EDocs” in various publications More
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I took the seascape (above) when I toured the Yucatan Peninsula. The beach is Playa de Chemayil the state, Quintana Roo. I rented a cabana and spent a most heavenly week there.