Thursday, August 20, 2015

War and Brothels

War and Brothels


As a wife and mother of military men, this subject is one that isn't so dear to my heart, but I do find it interesting and think it is important to look at.

During WWII and probably every other war, when thousands of men left home to fight and had to leave the calm of home and family, it is know fact that many found solace in the arms of other women, and more often than not those women were hookers.



In WWI many soldiers dealt with lice and bugs and trench fever among other things, but the multitudes of men caused an uptick in sexually transmitted diseases. So many men found escape from the horrors of war in brothels, the French set up the red light districts and hookers who worked in the brothels were checked for STD's before they could work there. 150,000 British soldier received care for venereal infection in France. It is said that 171,000 men visited the red light district in Le Havre 1915 alone.

In WWII the Japanese had Comfort Women. Some of these women were lured by the prospect of jobs in laundries and restaurants, most were kidnapped from their homes in the countries Japan occupied and forced into sexual slavery. Japan had well-organized and were open to prostitution at home and decided they should have it on the field as well. The Comfort Women were employed to keep the Japanese soldiers happy, which in turn was to keep them from raping other women and should stave hostilities.




While some Japanese hookers chose to continue servicing the Imperial Army their numbers were few. It is said some 20,000 (at the beginning) to 350,000 plus women forced into brothels for the Japanese throughout Asia and the Pacific Islands. So you could well imagine that kidnapping women and putting them into sexual slavery didn't promote goodwill.

When the bases opened on Oahu and the Hawaii islands, prostitution was legal. While the islanders and the vast number of Asian settlers to the islands found prostitution to be a necessary evil, views on open prostitution had been tempered by the 'social purity movement', and laws were put in place, (that were loosely enforced) to keep the women in line. It became unacceptable to work as a prostitute unless you worked from a brothel (or boogey house). Independent hooking was suppressed.

Local Police regulated the brothels and it was said that they meant the incoming ships and unescorted woman who were possible madams there to ply their trade, were handed a list of rules or "Ten Commandments" she was to obey;

She may not visit Waikiki Beach or any other beach except Kailua Beach [across the mountains from Honolulu].
She may not patronize any bars or better class cafes.
She may not own property or an automobile.
She may not have a steady “boyfriend” or be seen on the streets with any men.
She may not marry service personnel.
She may not attend dances or visit golf courses.
She may not ride in the front seat of a taxicab, or with a man in the back seat.
She may not wire money to the mainland without permission of the madam.
She may not telephone the mainland without permission of the madam.
She may not change from one house to another.
She may not be out of the brothel after 10:30 at night.

It is said these 'commandments' were enforced with a heavy hand. Hooking on the island was a lucrative business. Some women made $25,000 to $30,000. Madam triple that or more. After Pearl Harbor, many women went back to the mainland and others became nurses, leaving just when the island was flooded with men.




When the ships came in the lines were long. Locals knew what the lines were for, but said little about it. Many just walked through the lines as they went about their everyday lives. 

The women began to make so much money they began to go against the "Ten Commandments" and spend it in society. When the police tried to enforce the rules, the women ran to the Military. At that point, the military (though they wouldn't admit to it) somewhat took over the brothels that lines Hotel Street. They said that the women could be in society and the military even took over the weekly testing for STD's. The women stood up as well saying they were working for the war effort. Which angered the local police. You can read more about it here.



I remember walking around the streets of Ephesus as a teenager and finding a foot engraved into the stones of the old road that gave directions to the nearest brothel for the sailors arriving at the port there.

Giving credence to the old adage that "Next to motherhood. Prostitution is the oldest profession."




Justine Whitcomb, who, after the missionary compound where she lives is attacked, is left to get herself and several children off the island of New Guinea. Escaping might be easier done if she didn't have to get through Japanese lines and fight Lieutenant Tyler Merrick of the US Navy in the process.
  


Lt. Merrick is on a mission to find a rogue spy and Justine's independent nature and knowledge of the island has him believing she just might be the spy he's after. Were it not for the children she's protecting, he would've followed his instincts and taken her prisoner already.

Now she wants him to follow her through the jungle. He's not certain he's ready to trust her. But if they can't put their fears aside and learn to trust one another, they might not get off the island alive.



Sunday, August 02, 2015

Cover Wars



To Carry Her Cross
is on
Cover Wars all this week.




I would love your vote (daily votes are allowed) for this beautiful cover by Carol Fiorillo at Desert Breeze.
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Monday, June 22, 2015

Debonair Dog

Max's musings…





Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Debonair Dog



Max… 




Friday, December 19, 2014

Merry Christmas

 
Merry Christmas
 
 from our house to yours. 
 
 
 
This is a tough year as it is the first Christmas since mom went home to be with the Lord last January. And the first year that none of my children are living around us. Thankfully we will be getting together with them to celebrate.
 
It's funny how sights and smells bring memories of times past to mind. I'm reminded of Christmases past, spent with Mom and Dad, who are both gone. I remember laughter and yes tears. I remember sitting with family and listening to Dad read the Christmas story. I remember singing carol's while my dad played guitar. I recall the lights and presents under the tree.
 
Those are traditions my husband, Danny and I went on to share with our own children and grandchildren. I plan to make many more. I am grateful my parent's took the time to tell me the truth of Christmas and instill in me the wonder and joy of taking time out of the hustle of life and to rest in the arms of the Lord. I pray that gift for you this Christmas. I pray you find the wonder of child in the manger and take hold of the gift of love and life he came to bring to mankind.
 
What does Christmas mean to you? Share some of your fondest memories from Christmas past.
Above is a little drawing I did on the computer today. My Christmas card to you. Hope you have the merriest of Christmases and the brightest New Year.

Tuesday, July 01, 2014

Brain Exercises… Music





Gloria Estefan and the ______________  

Sting and the _______________

Caedmon's  _____________                                   

Casting  _______________

Captain and _______________                               

Loggins and ______________

The Band _________________                              

D C ___________

Audio _____________                                            

Mama's and ______________

Jars of ______________                                          

Smashing _______________

Foo _________________                                        

Red Hot ____________ ____________

Third Eye ______________                                    

Paul Revere and __________________

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Happy Birthday to me...

As a kid, I couldn't wait for my birthday. There would parties and gifts and friends and fun. And each year that past made me wonder what the next year might be.

My life spread out before me like a mystery. I dreamed of what I might become.

I wanted to be a veterinarian, until I realized you had to deal with blood.

I wanted to be superwoman, to save the world. Really I just wanted to fly and have all those cool super powers. There was no end to what superwoman could do. Except for Krypton, I would be invincible.

I wanted to be a genie, like Jeannie, pretty much for the same principle as being superwoman. Jeannie could do anything. She could get herself in and out of trouble with a snap. And it would be nice to blink and clean my room or go wherever I wanted. Homework would be a breeze, and I could live in a tiny little bottle and not be disturbed. (Unless someone capped said bottle and made me their Genie slave) I could help the world.

I wanted to be an actress. The next Doris Day, singing and dancing across the stage, my name in lights. Of course to be that, one had to know how to dance. I had the singing down, but only as long as I was alone. Put me on stage and I'd freeze like a deer in headlights. So I had to set that dream aside.

I had other aspirations like becoming an archeologist, trekking through lust jungles, uncovering lost civilizations. Had to give that up when I realized I had to go into dark tunnels. Claustrophobic as I am, I'd probably come out screaming, if I ever went in. And let's not discuss spider webs and the beasties that make them.

I wanted to be a princess, (well really queen,) so I could rule the world. And if a charming prince were thrown into the mix, that might be okay as well.

I wanted to be an astronaut and travel to the stars, float around in a tube, seek out strange new worlds and…

I wanted to be dropped off back in time and become a gunslinging cowgirl.

And I'm excited to say that I've become all those things. Okay I've managed it because as a writer. I take day trips to places the human me can never go.

Now that I'm older, I don't spend my life wondering what I'll become.

(That's not to say that I don't have some dreams, because there are still things I'd like to do. Become a best selling author. Have a book become a movie. Become a photographer. President.)

Now, I spend more time wondering what I've done and whether or not my life has amounted to anything. To any of the dreams I had for me. Any of the Dreams God had for me. Did I use my time wisely? Did I glorify my creator?

Have I left a legacy? I realize I'll probably only be a brief blurb in history, (and that could be thinking big again) but will it a kind blurb? A blurb worth mentioning?

Will the life I've lived matter in time? Will the life I've lived touch others?

Only time will tell...


Monday, June 02, 2014

Blog Hop...


I’ve been invited to participate in a “blog hop”! The assignment is to write a post that answers four specific questions about my writing, and then tag three other writers who will do the same in their blogs. Be sure to see the links at the end to their blogs–you’ll want to get to know these amazing ladies! Thank you to Dana McNeely for inviting me to be part of this.






What are you working on?  I have several irons in the fire or perhaps several stories floating around in my head, which can get a bit busy when all the characters want attention at once. But as of late,  life  has been a bit more demanding and my brain seems to be a bit on hold. Still, I'm working on Her Secret Garden, a novella, Counting Tessa, a futuristic speculative novel with time travel, with cloning, Tamed by Mercy and still trying to finish a couple other Civil War novels, From Hell to Eternity which is about Andersonville Prison and Finding Middle C, a story about a woman who loses much in the war, but begins to find life's music again.

How does your work differ from others in its genre? While the stories I write may be similar to the stories of other writers, the difference arises because I put a touch of who I am, my heart and insight, into the stories.  I try to put a new spin, or tell something in a different way, but comparisons to other writers are still made. I won't complain because sometimes that puts me in pretty good company.

Why do you write what you do?  I write what I do because the thought of the story has piqued my imagination and I want to delve into a new work and see where my characters take me. I also want to touch readers with my stories. I believe my imagination comes from God and He wants me to use it to His glory.

 How does your writing process work?  Some days my mind is firing on all cylinders. And I can sit down and write and write. I do most of my writing my hand, because I find that helps me to think the story through better. Then I put all into the computer. When I do input I do a bit of editing as well. I don’t usually start with an outline, but later on I might jot down the finer points of where the story is headed.

Tag, You’re It!
I didn't exactly tag anyone to carry on, but here are the links to others on the hop. Sometime in the next few days each of them will answer the same four questions in their respective blogs. Be sure to check out their posts. They are:



           ◦   Amory Cannon writes romantic suspense as Amryn Cross. She is in American Christian Fiction Writers with me. Her debut novel, Learning to Die, will release in September 2014. Amory/Amryn blogs on her website. Watch for her answers to the four questions there in the next week or so.

           ◦   Laura Hilton will post her answers at her blog. Laura and I used to be members of a critique group several years ago. I've been privileged to see her writing grow. She writes Amish fiction, and has published several novels in that genre.


            ◦   Dana McNeely is a semifinalist in the American Christian Fiction Writers Genesis contest in the historical category.  Watch for her answers to these questions in a few days on the Christian Writers of the West blog.

           ◦   Renee Blare I've met Renee online through American Christian Fiction Writers. she is a semifinalist in the American Christian Fiction Writers Genesis contest. You can find out more about her at her blog.