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Choices . . . create juicy stories . . . create more choices . . .

Ready for some juicy stories? You’ve come to the right place. Hello and welcome! Drop your backpack and settle in for conversation and stories—the kind to be retold around the campfire, or at a family reunion:How did an angry letter almost get Terry kicked out of the University of Colorado? How did Ann wind up driving her soldier-boyfriend’s shiny Sting Ray convertible into a ditch on the way to Saint-Tropez?

How, indeed? A lot of our stories—yours and ours, all of us—come down to choices we make. If only I had said this, or done that, things would have turned out differently . . . How many times have you heard that—or thought it? And many of us have had unanticipated adventures out of carefully thought through—or random—choices we have made. All make for juicy stories!

Life is all about choices—what to be when we grow up, whom to marry, what to do on Saturday night, how to respond to a bully, how to protect an ideal. Some choices send us down pathways we never imagined, some good, some bad, all of them lessons in life.

We started capturing our stories when Terry stuffed a bunch of our juiciest tales into his Ph.D. dissertation, trying to figure out how to bring about change in his hometown, things like battling prejudice, blatant discrimination, and crippling poverty. It’s available on inter-library loan from Cornell University . . . but that’s not very accessible.

Soda Springs Novel

Pivot from dissertation to fiction—with a twist

So next Terry made up a fictional character, a college guy from a place a lot like his hometown, and put him and his pals into conflict with the local leaders over discrimination against Mexican-Americans. It’s a rollicking coming of age tale that weaves love and sex into the previously untold story of the Chicano battle for civil rights in the 1960s.

The story includes a lot of choices, some good, some off the wall, all of them juicy stories and part of a good read. . Check it out at http://terryannmarshall.com/soda-springs/.

Sting Ray Summer Novel

Our Memoir Explores Sixties Social Change . . . through More Juicy Stories

And now, we’ve returned to non-fiction—A Rendezvous to Remember, a memoir that retraces the bumpy trail of how we came to marry, a choice that set us on a path to adventures around the world: the Philippines, Mexico, Canada, the Solomon Islands, Kiribati, Australia, New Zealand, Hong Kong, Singapore, Fiji, Nauru, South Korea, Taiwan, Japan, Puerto Rico, Peru, Argentina, Guatemala, Cuba, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, Myanmar, Costa Rica, and Italy, Germany, France, and other destinations in Europe. And more juicy stories.

We think this is one of our best stories yet, so come join us.

We don’t know you, but here we are, front door wide open, inviting you into our lives. We’ve opened the whole house to you—living room; attic and basement; kitchen with a few dirty dishes; the closets; even that magical mirror in the hall—a portal into our past. In short, we’ve bared everything: Our memoir, A Rendezvous to Remember, is chock full of juicy stories. Some, funny. Some, thrilling. Some, sad. Some, embarrassing. Some, alas, shocking.

All of them hinge on choices we’ve made along the way. Some may spark memories of your own.

The road to A Rendezvous to Remember began with a simple question, “How should we celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary?” With a straight face, Terry said, “Let’s redo the trip that you and Jack Sigg took in the summer of ’64. You and me. Together.” Ann’s response: “What, are you nuts?”

And a Memoir Is Born . . .

Apparently, we’re both nuts, because fifty years after the fact, we re-traced Ann’s European trip with her soldier-boyfriend and turned the summer of 1964 into a memoir.

On the trip re-do and in the writing we scoured our memories, our letters, old newspapers and resurrected nuggets that neither of us knew or fully understood at the time. Others were juicy secrets we had buried that none of our families or friends knew—until now. Embarrassing or not, these stories and the choices we made insisted on coming back to life as part of our story.

So welcome to our new meeting place, where we share our best stories. Bring your friends. And if you want to travel back in time with us to our first adventure of a lifetime – once we get our latest book, A Rendezvous to Remember, published – and sign up for our occasional news flashes below.

Terry and Ann Marshall

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Long roots of Vietnam War—and good advice not taken.

Thoughts of the #VietnamWar always take me back to the ’60s: 58,000 American deaths, the wall in D.C., Jack Sigg, the Hanoi Hilton. Mi Lai, and the Mekong Delta.

But did you know the first American killed in post-World War II Vietnam died seventy-five years ago today, on 26 September 1945? Yep, NINETEEN, FORTY-FIVE.

The soldier was Lt. Col. A. Peter Dewey, 28, a Yale grad, son of a New York congressman, and recipient of the French Legion of Honor for his bravery behind the lines in North Africa and France. He led an American Secret Service team in Saigon to figure out France’s plans for post-war Indochina.

The Vietnamese had declared themselves independent. France claimed the country as a colony. Chinese forces had taken control of Hanoi. British troops were there to disarm the Japanese, and help the French regain control.

Lt. Col. Dewey met with the warring factions and assessed the situation. On September 24, in his last report, he wired his superiors, “The British and French are finished here and we [the United States] ought to clear out of Southeast Asia.”

Two days later, Dewey and a colleague drove to Tan Son Nhut airport to fly out of the country. His plane was late. He drove back toward town for lunch, and was cut down by machine gun fire at a roadblock he had passed through on his way to the airport.

Thank you, Lt. Col. Dewey, we salute your prophetic words. If only they had fallen on the right ears!
—AM
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