Dear Readers,
If the author refuses to rescue us and wants to leave us in Tombstone, I am signing off. I will not author this blog any longer. I will take up writing about Captive At The Berghof instead, which is the third volume of my memoirs. At least that's more serious than all this western frivolity with Wyatt Earp and his gang and the shootout at the O.K. Corral in Tombstone in 1881.
If the author doesn't appreciate that I, a survivor of the Lusitania, deserve better along with Edward Ware who survived Gallipoli and his ride with Lawrence of Arabia across the Syrian Desert during the Great War, then we both quit. All the other characters in King Abdullah's Tomb resign, too, and refuse to appear on this page any longer.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. See you at www.captiveattheberghof.com. Let's leave this silly author in Tombstone, Arizona all by herself. Let her deal with saloon keeprs and cowboys.
If the author refuses to rescue us and wants to leave us in Tombstone, I am signing off. I will not author this blog any longer. I will take up writing about Captive At The Berghof instead, which is the third volume of my memoirs. At least that's more serious than all this western frivolity with Wyatt Earp and his gang and the shootout at the O.K. Corral in Tombstone in 1881.
If the author doesn't appreciate that I, a survivor of the Lusitania, deserve better along with Edward Ware who survived Gallipoli and his ride with Lawrence of Arabia across the Syrian Desert during the Great War, then we both quit. All the other characters in King Abdullah's Tomb resign, too, and refuse to appear on this page any longer.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. See you at www.captiveattheberghof.com. Let's leave this silly author in Tombstone, Arizona all by herself. Let her deal with saloon keeprs and cowboys.
Dear Readers,
Tombstone is like a desert island. We have been marooned here against our will, and here we stay for who knows how long. It was not the hand of cruel fate but the hand of the author that put us here.
Like a desert island no one else knows we are here. Edward's regiment does not know that he is in Arizona. My parents' friends don't either. My father's business clients don't know that he has been hidden away here. Even the other passengers on the Lusitania don't realize that I'm out West. Neither do all those Bedouins that rode with Lawrence of Arabia and Edward Ware.
Also like a desert island we have to make do with what is on it. We can't send for caviar. We have to eat grits and Texas steak grilled over a fire with beans. And pretty soon when our clothes wear out, we will have to dress like a bunch of ranch hands.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I wasn't dressing like a ranch hand when I wrote volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
Tombstone is like a desert island. We have been marooned here against our will, and here we stay for who knows how long. It was not the hand of cruel fate but the hand of the author that put us here.
Like a desert island no one else knows we are here. Edward's regiment does not know that he is in Arizona. My parents' friends don't either. My father's business clients don't know that he has been hidden away here. Even the other passengers on the Lusitania don't realize that I'm out West. Neither do all those Bedouins that rode with Lawrence of Arabia and Edward Ware.
Also like a desert island we have to make do with what is on it. We can't send for caviar. We have to eat grits and Texas steak grilled over a fire with beans. And pretty soon when our clothes wear out, we will have to dress like a bunch of ranch hands.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I wasn't dressing like a ranch hand when I wrote volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
Dear Readers,
The Tombstone Rose is a monstrosity. I don't care if it has its own museum and own admission fee. It doesn't even look like a tea rose. Instead it resembles a huge tree. I mean, you can't even see the flowering part unless you climb up on a platform and take a picture.
The roses back in England were planted in neat beds and cared for by gardeners. This rose is allowed to grow rampant and is never pruned.
I wish I had taken this rose with me on the Lusitania. It might have scared away the saboteur who sank the ship. Edward could have used it at Gallipoli, too. It would have scared away those enemy Turks. Lawrence of Arabia could have considered it his secret weapon instead of blowing up railroad tracks.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. No Tombstone rose inspired me to write volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
The Tombstone Rose is a monstrosity. I don't care if it has its own museum and own admission fee. It doesn't even look like a tea rose. Instead it resembles a huge tree. I mean, you can't even see the flowering part unless you climb up on a platform and take a picture.
The roses back in England were planted in neat beds and cared for by gardeners. This rose is allowed to grow rampant and is never pruned.
I wish I had taken this rose with me on the Lusitania. It might have scared away the saboteur who sank the ship. Edward could have used it at Gallipoli, too. It would have scared away those enemy Turks. Lawrence of Arabia could have considered it his secret weapon instead of blowing up railroad tracks.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. No Tombstone rose inspired me to write volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
Dear Readers,
We have lived in numerous exotic locales. Tombstone, Arizona is the most exotic by far. Since leaving Pittsburgh and sailing to England aboard the Lusitania in 1915, I have lived in foreign countries. First I stayed at Ware House in England to meet my new in-laws. I returned to England to visit Lady Ware before I went to Paris for the Peace Conference in 1919. In later novels I even lived in Egypt! Now that is exotic!
Edward, of course, lived in even more far off locations in the Syrian Desert when riding with Lawrence of Arabia. He even lived in a tent!
But Tombstone has a quality all its own. It might be in the United States, but it looks like the nineteenth century before automobiles that aren't allowed to drive on its streets. Visiting it and living here is like time travel back to the Old West.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I didn't engage in time travel when I was writing volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
We have lived in numerous exotic locales. Tombstone, Arizona is the most exotic by far. Since leaving Pittsburgh and sailing to England aboard the Lusitania in 1915, I have lived in foreign countries. First I stayed at Ware House in England to meet my new in-laws. I returned to England to visit Lady Ware before I went to Paris for the Peace Conference in 1919. In later novels I even lived in Egypt! Now that is exotic!
Edward, of course, lived in even more far off locations in the Syrian Desert when riding with Lawrence of Arabia. He even lived in a tent!
But Tombstone has a quality all its own. It might be in the United States, but it looks like the nineteenth century before automobiles that aren't allowed to drive on its streets. Visiting it and living here is like time travel back to the Old West.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I didn't engage in time travel when I was writing volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
Dear Readers,
Since we can't get out of Tombstone, Arizona, we characters should build our Tombstone Estates. Edward will no longer live at Ware House. Instead he will live there. We will have a dance hall instead of a ballroom. We will have a saloon instead of a Great Hall with a long, wooden dining table. And instead of topiary gardens, we will have dusty acres covered by cactuses and yucca.
It is nothing I could have foreseen that day in May when I boarded the Lusitania and sailed to England with my parents. It was nothing Edward could have foreseen when he shipped off to Gallipoli and then rode with Lawrence of Arabia during the Great War.
Instead of a lawn I will have a signature barrel cactus.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I never knew what a yucca plant was when I was wriitng volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
Since we can't get out of Tombstone, Arizona, we characters should build our Tombstone Estates. Edward will no longer live at Ware House. Instead he will live there. We will have a dance hall instead of a ballroom. We will have a saloon instead of a Great Hall with a long, wooden dining table. And instead of topiary gardens, we will have dusty acres covered by cactuses and yucca.
It is nothing I could have foreseen that day in May when I boarded the Lusitania and sailed to England with my parents. It was nothing Edward could have foreseen when he shipped off to Gallipoli and then rode with Lawrence of Arabia during the Great War.
Instead of a lawn I will have a signature barrel cactus.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I never knew what a yucca plant was when I was wriitng volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
Dear Readers,
Tombstone, Arizona was once called Helldorado. It was a well-deserved reputation. Imagine a place out in the Arizona Desert in the middle of nowhere. The sun beats down on you. Then picture gunslingers leaping out at you from the nearest doorway and shooting. You have to run and hide. There is little cover. It is a good way to end up in Boothill Cemetery perched on a hill on the edge of town.
Arizona is hell even more so than sailing on the Lusitania. That took only one week. We characters have been trapped here for over a month with no prospect of being sent anywhere else soon. Edward says it is longer than most battles. Even the raids on Turkish railroads for which Lawrence of Arabia became famous during the Great War took only a day or two at most, sometimes only a few hours.
The author doesn't consult us. She just writes. It is hell to be a character in a novel. You get told what to do all the time.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I was not stranded in Helldorado when I was writing volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
Tombstone, Arizona was once called Helldorado. It was a well-deserved reputation. Imagine a place out in the Arizona Desert in the middle of nowhere. The sun beats down on you. Then picture gunslingers leaping out at you from the nearest doorway and shooting. You have to run and hide. There is little cover. It is a good way to end up in Boothill Cemetery perched on a hill on the edge of town.
Arizona is hell even more so than sailing on the Lusitania. That took only one week. We characters have been trapped here for over a month with no prospect of being sent anywhere else soon. Edward says it is longer than most battles. Even the raids on Turkish railroads for which Lawrence of Arabia became famous during the Great War took only a day or two at most, sometimes only a few hours.
The author doesn't consult us. She just writes. It is hell to be a character in a novel. You get told what to do all the time.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I was not stranded in Helldorado when I was writing volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
Dear Readers,
What if I don't want to eat anymore at the Longhorn Restaurant in Tombstone, Arizona? What if I want to return to Benson to eat at the Apple Farms? After awhile you do get bored with cowboy steaks charbroiled over a fire. You long to have something normal like apple pie. It sounds more genteel.
I would go anywhere to get out of Tombstone whether it be the Grand Canyon, Hong Kong, or darkest Africa. I dream about it at night. I would even sail on the Lusitania again. Edward would be willing to go back to Gallipoli. Certainly he would rather ride with Lawrence of Arabia. It is a lot more fun than this dirty, cowpoke town in the middle of nowhere.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I didn't write volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb, in Tombstone.
What if I don't want to eat anymore at the Longhorn Restaurant in Tombstone, Arizona? What if I want to return to Benson to eat at the Apple Farms? After awhile you do get bored with cowboy steaks charbroiled over a fire. You long to have something normal like apple pie. It sounds more genteel.
I would go anywhere to get out of Tombstone whether it be the Grand Canyon, Hong Kong, or darkest Africa. I dream about it at night. I would even sail on the Lusitania again. Edward would be willing to go back to Gallipoli. Certainly he would rather ride with Lawrence of Arabia. It is a lot more fun than this dirty, cowpoke town in the middle of nowhere.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I didn't write volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb, in Tombstone.
Dear Readers,
I'd like to challenge Helga to a gunfight at high noon on Toughnut Street. You're not supposed to know who that character is if you've read only King Abdullah's Tomb. She's only alluded to in a vague sort of way at the very end. But once you meet her in my later books you will hate her as much as I do. That I promise you.
She's worse than all the gunfighters and gangs that Wyatt Earp fought in Tombstone in 1881.She has tried to murder me several times. She doesn't do much for Edward either.
If you want to find out who this nemesis is, you will have to wait until the later volumes. She was not on the Lusitania. But she was in Arabia when Edward was riding with Lawrence.
Beware of the man trap!
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I wish I had never heard of Helga. It would have made writing volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb, a whole lot easier.
I'd like to challenge Helga to a gunfight at high noon on Toughnut Street. You're not supposed to know who that character is if you've read only King Abdullah's Tomb. She's only alluded to in a vague sort of way at the very end. But once you meet her in my later books you will hate her as much as I do. That I promise you.
She's worse than all the gunfighters and gangs that Wyatt Earp fought in Tombstone in 1881.She has tried to murder me several times. She doesn't do much for Edward either.
If you want to find out who this nemesis is, you will have to wait until the later volumes. She was not on the Lusitania. But she was in Arabia when Edward was riding with Lawrence.
Beware of the man trap!
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I wish I had never heard of Helga. It would have made writing volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb, a whole lot easier.
Dear Readers,
Is it thunder or a bullet? I ask myself that question every day in Tombstone when I hear a loud bang outside my window. Right now is the monsoon season, so it could very well be a thunderclap. But then there are so many horse thieves in town, so many outlaws, so many gamblers that I wonder if somebody is not having a gunfight at high noon out on the street. Maybe they are even re-enacting the O.K. Corral.
Edward scoffs and smiles at how womanish I am. He is surprised at me after being a survior of the Lusitania that I let such trivialities bother me. His nerves are made of steel. He became inured to shooting at Gallipoli. He mastered rifles and handguns himself when riding with Lawrence of Arabia.
Edward wouldn't care if he ran into Wyatt Earp himself!
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. There were no gunslingers outside my window when I was writing volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
Is it thunder or a bullet? I ask myself that question every day in Tombstone when I hear a loud bang outside my window. Right now is the monsoon season, so it could very well be a thunderclap. But then there are so many horse thieves in town, so many outlaws, so many gamblers that I wonder if somebody is not having a gunfight at high noon out on the street. Maybe they are even re-enacting the O.K. Corral.
Edward scoffs and smiles at how womanish I am. He is surprised at me after being a survior of the Lusitania that I let such trivialities bother me. His nerves are made of steel. He became inured to shooting at Gallipoli. He mastered rifles and handguns himself when riding with Lawrence of Arabia.
Edward wouldn't care if he ran into Wyatt Earp himself!
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. There were no gunslingers outside my window when I was writing volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
Dear Readers,
Edward could recruit a Tombstone, Arizona regiment. That is about the only redeeming quality of the place. All the cowhands, wranglers, cowboys, outlaws, gamblers, saloon keepers, and silver miners would make excellent soldier material. They certainly are accustomed to guns! They know how to ride and reconnoiter. It is second nature to navigate by the stars.
The denizens of Tombstone may be rough. But they are just what the army needs.They wouldln't have made very god passengers aboard the Lusitania, but they might have sufficed for recruits for Lawrence of Arabia.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I didn't talk about cowhands when I was composing volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
Edward could recruit a Tombstone, Arizona regiment. That is about the only redeeming quality of the place. All the cowhands, wranglers, cowboys, outlaws, gamblers, saloon keepers, and silver miners would make excellent soldier material. They certainly are accustomed to guns! They know how to ride and reconnoiter. It is second nature to navigate by the stars.
The denizens of Tombstone may be rough. But they are just what the army needs.They wouldln't have made very god passengers aboard the Lusitania, but they might have sufficed for recruits for Lawrence of Arabia.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I didn't talk about cowhands when I was composing volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
