Generations by John Reinhard Dizon

An Irish-American Family Saga

Based on the life of West Texas pioneer J.D. "Big John" Sanders, Generations is a biographical celebration of Irish heritage, a story of indomitable spirit and unfailing vision, and of relentless pursuit of the American dream.

Generations

Based on the life of West Texas pioneer J.D. "Big John" Sanders, Generations is a biographical celebration of Irish heritage, a story of indomitable spirit and unfailing vision, and of relentless pursuit of the American dream. 

Big John's story begins in the times of the Molly Maguires and moves on to his whirlwind romance with Nora Brooks, coming together to help forge a cattle town along the rugged West Texas frontier during World War I. 

The story reaches its epic conclusion as Marion Kidd Sanders journeys to New York City after World War II in pursuit of fame and fortune, bringing the Sanders name to new heights as their generation continues on into the next century.

Genre: FICTION / Historical

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Sagas

Language: English

Keywords: none

Word Count: 119355

Sales info:

Amazon bestseller from a multi-genre novelist.


Sample text:

PART ONE – JONATHAN

 

            The young man awoke to what, up to then, would be the most terrible day of his life. He stared sightlessly at the ceiling for a long time before finally rising to wash himself with the cold water in the basin on the table, which he prepared just before bedtime, as was his custom. He dressed slowly, listening to the muted morning sounds emanating from the kitchen area of the room, realizing that little had changed as the household prepared for the trauma awaiting them.

            He came out of his sleeping corner and joined his cousin Aileen by the fireplace. She fetched him a beer, watered down a bit in deference to his age but packed with nutrients. While not thirsty, he drank it down, knowing he would need its strength.

            Misty-eyed, she managed to say softly, “He’s asked for you.” Misty-eyed, Aileen managed softly.

            He nodded. Setting his wooden cup down on the table, he moved towards the rope bed where his grandfather lay.

            “Jonathan,” the old man called weakly. “Is that you?”

            “Yes, Grandda.” Jonathan came over to the bed and sat down on the small stool next to it. He was struck by the frailty of the man, who had been considered one of the strongest in Armagh many years ago. The consumption had taken everything out of him, and left only a shell of a man waiting only to end his trial and meet his Maker.


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