Category: Novels and Stories

I just Love a Good Story. Don’t you just Love a Good Story? Here are two Good Stories.

I’m Eric Maddox, Hamilton Maddox’s son in Judy’ novel The Attractiveness of Wisdom.  I understand that it is my turn to talk. Before I do that, I would like to announce that Judy’s novel,  Blessings and Curses has just won another award. Blessings and Curses is a Finalist in the Reader’s Favorite Award in Christian Fiction.

Please send her an enthusiastic congratulations and if you have not yet purchased her novel, you can purchase Blessings and Curses in e-book or paperback (but get the paperback) from the publisher, Black Rose Writing, Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Click on a link below.

www.blackrosewriting.com

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/blessings-and-curses-judy-kelly/1127896234?ean=9781612969893

Now for The Attractiveness of Wisdom. I don’t have a big part in Judy’s upcoming novel, The Attractiveness of Wisdom, but I was told not to worry about that. For me, I just want everyone to know something about my father. My mother was sick most of my life and my father had to take care of us. She suffered from depression. My father has been my best friend since I can remember. He taught me so many things such as how to play baseball, basketball, volleyball and how to ride a bike. My dad and I talked during those times, and we grew to know and understand each other.

One thing he taught us was to help others. “Help people in any way you can,” he used to say. When I was in middle and high school, I shoveled the snow for those people in my neighborhood who were not able to shovel the snow off their walk or driveway. He encouraged us to feed those who didn’t have enough, take our clothes that were in good shape to places that gave clothes away to the needy. He always said that man can make one mistake in his life and end up needing. His words made me careful about what I thought, did or said.

It is because of what he taught me and my mother’s illness that I’ve decided to be a psychologist. I want to work with children who have had negative experiences to help them get over the trauma of that experience and carry out a fulfilling and love-filled life. I believe that beginning with children before they have had a chance to grind the negative into their thinking, heart and personality, they can turn around. I want to teach children and teens how to take those damaging experiences and turn them into behaviors and habits that are productive. Paige and I and my sister, Anna, are spending our holidays feeding the homeless and if my Dad can pay for it, we would like to go to Africa and help there. When I tell him these things about what I’m doing for others, he makes me feel proud. I enjoy helping others and I feel good about it.

I have finished my first year at Princeton and have begun my second year. I love my classes and the professors and students at my university. The professors are teaching me so much about kids, teens and adults. I am surprised at what I’m learning because it hasn’t been that long ago that I was a child and teen.  I strongly believe that I am on the right path. I do have a little snag. My girlfriend, Paige wants to get married and start a family. We just recently became exclusive. She’s great and I really like her. She thinks I’m great and she really loves me. I told my Dad. What do you think he said? What would you advise me to do?

While you’re thinking about it, I would like you to do three things. First, buy Blessings and Curses. I know you’ll love it. Leave a review, 5 Star, of course, because the book is a 5 Star novel and Judy has earned it. Second, buy The Attractiveness of Wisdom when it is released. You will love that, too. Third, go on Goodreads and indicate that you will buy/read The Attractiveness of Wisdom and can’t wait for it to be released. That will be of enormous help. That’s all for me for now. I have to get back to my studies.

I Love a Good Story. Don’t you just Love a Good Story? Here’s another Good Story.

            Hello, I’m Jeremy Maddox. My father is Hamilton Maddox in Judy’s soon to be published novel, The Attractiveness of Wisdom. I’m sure, by now, you are anxious to read the novel and I hope what I have to say will encourage you to get your copy just as soon as it comes out. I can’t wait to read about my character in The Attractiveness of Wisdom. As I say that, remember that I am a teenager. This heart-warming story is about my father, the person I admire most and love dearly. He calls me Buddy Boy. I love it when he calls me that. He also likes to rustle my hair. I used to love that. Through my father’s journey, he shows me how not to live with anger or hatred. That’s a waste of time and energy.  He shows me what I am capable of and he shows me how to love.

The Attractiveness of Wisdom is about my father. I used to think that once a person became an adult, that he or she understood things, knew how to make a good life; that all the growing was out of the way and now they could just be an adult. In The Attractiveness of Wisdom, I now understand that no matter the age, a person is constantly growing. I’ve come to realize that the ability to continue to grow is the beauty of life. In this beautifully written and well-crafted story, my father saw his mistakes and his need to change. He helped me understand that change is something a person must see and must do on their own. No one can make another person change. Change must come from the person.

He and my mom didn’t always have a good marriage. My mom said my dad was too controlling. They both had their share of problems, but my father always saw to my brother Eric, Anna and me. Our emotional needs as his sons and daughter never went unmet. I was born under a dark cloud, but my father has loved me, taken care of me, and shared himself with me almost every minute of my life. I never want to disappoint him, but I was sure I did.

            I have known for some time that I wanted to be a priest. My father does not believe in God, so he says. I’ve tried to keep my aspiration from him because I didn’t want that to divide us. But when I think about something dividing us, I appreciate that nothing can. I had to tell him what I wanted to do with my life; my need, my dream. He always said that we should not keep secrets. So, I told my father. But I did it during Thanksgiving dinner with our entire family. I waited for his reaction, but what he said was that being a priest was my choice, not his.

I love doing things with my father. We’ve gone to baseball games together. He watched while I played in baseball games. We bike on the trail around the lake at his university. Several summers, he enrolled me in summer classes at the university; that way we drove to the university together, had lunch together, and rode home together. He has told me many funny stories about people in his department. The things some people think and do. My father is a dean at the University of Maryland. Sometimes I forget he’s a dean. He has never been a dean to me; he has always been my father.

One of my favorite times are the times when my dad and I visit his home in Stevensville, Maryland. We always find time to sit on the pier and watch the boats come in and go out. Sometimes we just do that all day – being quiet; allowing our thoughts to roll around in our brain, one after the other; looking out across the water watching how the sun flickers on the water; watching the people in the boats trying to decide what to do; and waving to the birds flying by. Every now and then, one of us would break the silence with something we need to tell the other. But then we go back to quiet – just thinking. During these times I get ideas for topics for my papers, class experiments and even solved math equations. These are relaxing times for me and I’m certain my father is more relaxed. When I share my problems or anything bothering me, his advice is always warm, loving and expert. When he shares with me, though they are not serious matters, I cherish those times.

I hope you get your copy of The Attractiveness of Wisdom so that you can read this wonderful story. I’m not just saying this because I’m in the story. I’m saying it because it is. Read about my father. My father thinks I supported him and encouraged him. I did because I needed him. He recognized that. Through the process, we made each other stronger.

You can always go to www.judycar.com and see the other blogs on the site from my grandfather, George, grandmother, Mary, and my uncle Taylor. He’s a priest.

You can also purchase Blessings and Curses and That Ever Died So Young if you haven’t already. You will also be able to purchase this book through www.blackrosewriting.com/ and at www.amazon.com/judy-kelly/. You will be able to purchase all her books on Amazon.

Below, I have pasted pictures of the elementary and middles schools in Stevensville. Aren’t they beautiful? There are many loving and dedicated teachers in both schools. Mrs. White, of course is not the principal at the middle school. But I think you knew that. Please let me know what you think of the novel. I think Judy would like to know also.

I Love a Good Story. Don’t you just Love a Good Story? Here is another Good Story.

Hello, I’m Taylor Maddox, or Fr. Maddox or Rev. Maddox. I would prefer Fr. or Rev. , but for my family, I’m Taylor. Hamilton and I appear in The Attractiveness of Wisdom, Judy’s latest novel. We are brothers and the sons of George and Mary Maddox. You’ve already met my father, George and found out about his vineyard and you’ve met, my mother, Mary. Now it’s my turn. I’m not in Hamilton’s story as much as I was. Judy deleted my biggest role saying that even though it was a nice scene, it served no purpose in the story. She explained to me about novels and that things in a novel must serve a purpose. I took it a little hard at first, that I served no purpose. But, I wanted her to write a good story, one that people would love, so I understood.

Hamilton was two years younger, but we have always been best friends. It was hard, at first, because Ham was still in middle school, my first year in high school. During my high school years, I seemed to have a lot of energy that I needed to release. I was always doing things that would get me in trouble. But they all had to do with one thing, or rather one person-Gwen Newman. This was before I met my wife, Alice. Alice and I met in college. But Gwen was all I could think about. I loved Gwen Newman and I strongly believed she loved me. From the time we met in 10th grade, we were always together. I have to say I missed Ham a lot when I was with Gwen. I thought Gwen and I could have some kind of future together, though I didn’t think too much about that. When I told Ham and my mom, my mom said, “A high school sweetheart. Everyone has one.” I don’t know what it was about that girl, but I just had to be with her. Mostly on Fridays, or Saturdays, we went to a party, a movie, skating or we would just sit by the water. Sitting on a pier in the evening or night is the most peaceful thing in the world. A person can get a lot of thinking done sitting and listening to the water. Ham and I often did that together, sometimes late at night.

The picture above is of the new Stevensville high school. Ham and I attended the old one. As I remember it, in the old school, the flagpole was much taller than the one in the picture above, and it was not in the front of the building like it is now.

I remember the time Gwen wanted me to prove my love to her. We were walking home from school, as we did daily. It was a Friday in April and we were making plans for the evening and the weekend. When we got to her house, I said, “I love you,” just as we both turned to depart. I had never said it before. I was very careful about saying things I wasn’t quite sure about. At that moment I realized I’d let that slip out, and I wanted to take it back. So, I added, “Thanks for the help in English.” That way she would take it as a “general love,” and mainly for the help. But she didn’t let it go. She repeated what I’d said and asked if it was true. I spoke around it as much as possible saying things like, “You know what I mean,” the thing most guys say when they don’t want to admit the truth. She pressed on. If you really love me, then climb up the flagpole for me.

At school on Monday, she circulated to everyone that I would climb up the flagpole to prove my love for her. It was set for Friday when there were no games or afterschool programs scheduled. Only those special people who got the word passed to them were expect to show up. Instead, almost every student in the school came out to see me climb up that flagpole. The word (our cell phone) had gotten to almost everybody. I was really nervous, and I . . . ..

Want to find out what happened? Read it in The Attractiveness of Wisdom.

I Love A Good Story.  Don’t you just Love A Good Story? Here’s another Good Story.

  Hello, my name is Mary Maddox I’m Hamilton’s mother. Hamilton is the main character in Judy’s newest novel, The Attractiveness of Wisdom. George, my husband, spoke to you last time. Now, I’m told it’s my turn. In order for you to understand Hamilton, you may need to know a little about his father and me.

I grew up in Stevensville near where we live now. If you’ve ever been to Stevensville, you’ll know that it’s a small town, but it’s growing. The town is now divided into about three sections— the old section, the newer section with nicer homes near the water, and recently the mansions on the other side near the water. My father worked in what’s now the older section in the Post Office and my mother ran the Antique Store across the street. My sister, Deborah, who is also in the novel, The Attractiveness of Wisdom, married Seth soon after high school. She always wanted to go to college, but she never did. Seth is a doctor. I couldn’t decide whether I would stay in Stevensville or move away to some big city like New York. The most that happens in Stevensville are ball games, Halloween, or a play every now and then. We do have a parade during the spring sometimes. I was itching to get out and follow my dream, but I met George before I could do that.

George and I met in college in the fall of our senior. I never noticed him before that; he and I began and finished at the same university. One late September afternoon, in the crowded cafeteria, one man sat at a table alone reading from a textbook. From where I sat, across from him, I could see it was a psychology book that had him so engrossed. I watched him turn the pages. As I did, I couldn’t help but notice something about the way he turned himself that made him seem sensitive, kind and gentle.  I wanted to find out more about him. Before I could do anything, he turned in my direction. He must have sensed that I was watching him. After a while he slammed the book closed, got up, came to my table, pulled out the empty chair and sat down. Then he said, “I hope you don’t mine, but I need to meet you.” Our relationship began.

  When George wanted us to get married, he told me he needed to tell me something before we did. George told me all about his family, and his father who abused him most of his life. Needless to say, I was frightened and wasn’t sure about marrying a man with problems. When I told my parents, they told me that I would be in for a life of trouble if a married a man like that. I couldn’t get over the fact that he needed me to know. When I asked him why he told me, he said that he wanted me to know how he grew up because he thought it was a part of him. It was something about telling of what many would have kept secret that made him trustworthy, and I saw that he didn’t want to be “a man like that,” as my mother described him. So, we married.

George’s father had given him money and told him to buy the vineyard that had been for sale for a few years. George did. The first five years were a struggle for him. There was always something— not enough rain, too much rain, not enough helpers, workers stealing, and anything else you could name. During those struggling years, filled with disappointment and despair, there were times when George was so angry and disappointed about the problems, that I thought he would give up, and I was afraid he would hit me.

One day when he was yelling, and ranting, walking back and forth, he stopped and looked at me sitting on the couch. Suddenly his faced dropped and a softness came across him. I’ve never seen anything like that before. He didn’t hit me, and he never behaved like that again. Later, I asked George what happened, why he stopped his anger. He said that he saw how frightened I was and realized that he didn’t want to do anything to destroy our relationship and he certainly didn’t want me to be afraid of him. I told him how much I loved him and how much he meant to me. He told me that no one has ever told him that they loved him or that he was important to them.

There were also times when he wanted to give up, but I saw something special in him, so I encouraged him to keep at it. Not because of me, but because he deserved it. George was my world. He told me that he thought I was the only person in the world who loved him. That was hard for me to believe because he has such a kind, loving heart. He told me he worked at it every day. He was a man worthy of my support and encouragement, and I stuck by him. He put in so much effort to make a good life for us.

 After George got all the problems worked out with the winery, the grapes growing, the workers hired, and the inside stable, George thought it was time for us to start our family. Taylor was born first, and two years later Hamilton. My sons were very close, even though they were very different. Taylor was more like my father, who was also a Baptist Minister. Taylor loved the Lord and let everyone know it. He knew almost from the minute he was born he would be a priest. He’s one today. He’s the Rector at St. John’s Episcopal Church. Yes, he did change denominations, but that’s okay with us. Hamilton liked books and he read up on everything all the time. Every day he would tell us about something he’d read at school or from a library book. He explained history and much about science. Hamilton is now a dean at his university. We are proud of our sons.

Below you will see pictures of some of the businesses and houses on Main Street in Stevensville. Our house was just outside the city limits on a big lot. It’s changed since we bought it. George wanted it to be modern and warm. He wanted his family to be warm in the wintertime.

Something you don’t know about our boys is that Taylor played the trumpet and Hamilton played the flute in the orchestra or band from elementary to high school. We thought they would be musicians.

Read The Attractiveness of Wisdom when it comes out in the fall. I know you’ll enjoy it. I look forward to you finding out more about Hamilton Maddox.