As a writer of historical romance and a lover of history, I LOVE research. I’m sure some of you are rolling your eyes about now, but to me, it’s so fun to find the little details that will ground the reader in the time and setting of my story.
Today, I have a new-to-me author, Pat Jeanne Davis, sharing a glimpse into how she researched her new World War II novel, When Valleys Bloom Again. Pat is also giving away one eBook copy of the novel as well! To enter, see the Giveaway details at the bottom of this post.
First, let’s find out a little bit more about When Valleys Bloom Again.
About the Book
As war approaches in 1939 Abby Stapleton’s safety is under threat. Her father, a British diplomat, insists she go back to America until the danger passes. Abby vows to return to her home in London—but where is home? With her family facing mortal danger so far away and feeling herself isolated, she finds it hard to pray or read the Bible. Did she leave God behind in war-torn London too? Then Abby becomes friendly with Jim, a gardener on her uncle’s estate.
Jim can’t get Abby out of his mind. Did she have a sweetheart in England? Was it foolish to think she’d consider him? He curses his poverty and the disgrace of his father’s desertion and drunkenness haunts him. Can he learn to believe in love for a lifetime and to hope for a happy marriage?
Abby couldn’t know the war would last a long time, nor that she would fall in love with Jim—soon to be drafted by the U.S. Army—or that she’d have to confront Henri, a rejected suitor, determined by his lies to ruin her reputation and destroy her faith in God’s providence. Will she discover the true meaning of home?
A Glimpse into a World War II Author’s Research
by Pat Jeanne Davis
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I enjoyed doing the research for my WWII inspirational romance, When Valleys Bloom Again. My father-in-law was in the British Eighth Army and fought at Dunkirk, Normandy Beach and throughout Europe. I was further rewarded with an opportunity to ask questions of other veterans living in England and in the States who were willing to share some of their experiences and show me their treasured photographs.
Additionally, I got to travel to distant places with my British-born husband and attended events where re-enactors were dressed in clothes that would’ve been worn during the 1940’s.
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Other times we went to aerodromes and living museums where guides went about their tasks as people would’ve done then. They were always helpful and eager to share what they had learned and to answer questions. When I would uncover an extra special tidbit of information that would enhance my story, I became even more excited.
On one research trip, I went into the largest purpose-built civilian air raid shelter in England that was extended to accommodate 6,500 people during the Second World War. The Stockport Air Raid Shelter is a network of underground tunnels, a mile long, carved out of the sandstone hills on which the city stands that provided not only protection but a way of life for families.
This underground world still intact today as it was during the war years gave me an opportunity to learn about the raw realities of life during the Blitz. I came away with a deep appreciation for those who struggled to survive with only the basic amenities in such depressing and stressful surroundings and further admiration for my husband’s family who lived through those long years of war.
An Excerpt from When Valleys Bloom Again
Jolie Fontaine
Main Line Philadelphia, Summer 1942
Abby sat in the middle of a group of children, reading aloud a favorite story. She looked up to see Carol at her side. “Jim’s on the telephone. I’ll fill in here,” she said, taking the storybook out of Abby’s hands. “He says it’s important.”
She rose from a stool, her heart beating faster. Jim wrote whenever possible and only called occasionally—but never in the middle of the day. It must be urgent.
When out of sight, she sprinted down the hall, dropping breathless into a wooden chair beside the telephone. “Hello, Jim,” she said, pressing the receiver tight to her ear, as if to draw him closer.
“Hello, Darling. I had to call. But I haven’t got long to talk.”
Silence.
“Jim … Jim?” Leaning forward, she rapped the cradle switch. “Are you there?”
“I’m here. Sorry to call like this,” he said, his voice cracking. “They’re shipping me out.”
She slumped back in the seat. “When?”
“I board a train for New York next week. Then a troopship.”
Abby attempted to speak, but a lump rose in her throat.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry I won’t see you before I leave,” he said in a subdued voice.
She swallowed hard. “Can’t I meet your train s-s-somewhere?”
“I looked into that. There’s nowhere.” The hopeless tone in his voice was unmistakable.
“Then I’ll come to New York.”
“No time for that.”
Her eyes filled. “No time for us?”
“Besides, there’s no more furloughs or passes. Look. It’s not all bad. I’ll probably get to London. Maybe even see your parents when I get a pass.”
Abby sensed he was struggling for words.
“So, that’s at least a cheerful bit of news, isn’t it?”
“S-S-Some,” she said, trying to conceal disappointment in her voice.
“Darling, there’s a line of men waiting to use this phone. I’ll have to go.”
She was losing the battle to stay calm and accepting. “Must you hang up so soon?”
He cleared his throat before speaking again. “I’m not so good at always saying what I feel. Still, you know how much I love you.” His voice carried a wealth of emotion. “I’ll be back.”
“I’ll be waiting for you,” she said, then mumbled a muted, “goodbye.” With a click, their connection was severed.
She replaced the receiver and closed her eyes, her lower lip trembling. She hadn’t reacted the right way to his disappointing news. After all, Jim was being sent off. He was the one at risk, not her.
When she got back to the room Carol and the children were gone. She cleaned the blackboard and tidied up before leaving. Then she strolled to the tower and sat there until the light faded. How much longer would this war go on? Scenes from the latest Pathé newsreel—devoted to the progress of the war—flashed before her eyes. Please, Lord, keep Jim safe.
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Returning to the house, she found her uncle listening to the president’s weekly fireside chat. He pressed a finger to his lips and motioned for her to take a seat. “Nearly done,” he mouthed. On occasion she would join him and her aunt for these broadcasts. Uncle Will proclaimed his liking for Mr. Roosevelt out of patriotism and Aunt Val by way of a fondness for Eleanor.
When the president finished, Uncle Will turned off the radio. “I see that Eisenhower’s in England and has command of U.S. Forces in the European theater.”
Abby went straight to her complaint. “Jim’s being sent to England.”
“Oh, dear,” he said, leaning back and folding his arms. “This afternoon his sister hinted something was up.” He furrowed his brow. “I know how disappointed you must feel. But look on the bright side,” he said, grinning. “Perhaps he’ll get to meet your parents.”
“Yes, that’s what Jim thought.” She forced a smile. “It’s something to hang on to.”
“Let me show you this.” Uncle Will went over to the map on the wall that bristled with tacks of different colors. He pointed to one section, motioning for Abby to join him. “The President says that because of our navy’s victory over the Japanese here at Midway Island, there’s been a decisive turn in this phase of the war. This affects everything else to come.”
“Surely, this war can’t go on much longer,” she said, her voice quivering.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that, yet. Your Jim is off to fight to ensure our freedom. Pray God may help him to do what needs to be done for however long it takes.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Jim must do what he needs to do, and you must have faith that he will come back to you.”
“You always say what I need to hear, Uncle.”
About Pat
PAT JEANNE DAVIS has a keen interest in 20th Century United States and British history, particularly the period of World War II. Her longtime interest in that era goes back to the real-life stories she heard about family members who served during the war. When Valleys Bloom Again is a debut inspirational romance set in WWII. She enjoys flower gardening, genealogy research and traveling with her British-born husband. She writes from her home n Philadelphia, Pa. Pat has published essays, short stories and articles online and in print. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers.
READ this Q&A with Pat in the March 2020 Issue of Family Fiction Magazine
You can connect with Pat on her website, Facebook, Instgram, Goodreads, Amazon Author Page, Linked In, Pinterest, or BookBub
GiveAway**
This Giveaway is Now CLOSED!!
Congratulations to our winner, Rebekah Miller!
Pat has graciously offered an eBook copy of When Valleys Bloom Again to one lucky Romancing History reader. To enter the drawing, tell us about a World War II era historical site, memorial, or event you’ve visited or would like to visit in the comments below.
Betti
I visited Mauthausen many years ago. The memory of walking through that place of death for so many has stayed with me all these years. How can anyone say the Holocaust never happened?!? Thanks for the giveaway 🙂
romancinghistory
Hi Betti, Thanks for visiting Romancing History. I visited Dachau concentration camp in 2007. Even though you know the history, seeing it in person is chilling. I’m so glad that we preserve history so that we can learn it’s lessons.
Gail Pallotta
This sounds like an interesting book. Thank you for sharing. My father was in World War II, so I relate to hearing the family stories. Congratulations!
Pat Jeanne Davis
I appreciate your stopping by Kelly’s blog and leaving a comment for me. You’re in the drawing for a copy. God bless.,
romancinghistory
Hi Gail,
Thanks for visiting today. My dad was a tail gunner in the navy. He enlisted the day after he graduated high school in 1943.
Carol James
When I was a child, my dad was stationed at RAF Brize Norton in England. I visited tons of cathedrals and castles, but one of the most moving and memorable spots we visited was Coventry Cathedral. The original church had been destroyed during one of the World War II bombings, and the gothic spire was left as a monument to never forget the war. When the church was rebuilt, they did so in a contemporary style. I still remember the contemporary stained glass windows and the crown of thorns. Such a contrast, almost like a rebirth.
Pat Jeanne Davis
I very much enjoyed reading your comment, Carol. My husband’s parents for many years lived very close to a US base in Croughton in Northamptonshire.Still there today. On the numerous times we’ve been back to England, we’ve visited many churches and cathedrals, but I never got to Coventry. Growing up in England in the late 50’s, my hubby remembers well how devastated Coventry still looked. Your apt description of the cathedral’s appearance today is moving
romancinghistory
Wow, that’s pretty cool, Carol. Thanks for sharing!
Barbara Ketchum
I would like to visit Pearl Harbor.
romancinghistory
Hi Barbara, Welcome to Romancing History! Oh, me too! When most people say they want to go to Hawaii its for the beautiful tropical beaches, but I want to visit Pearl Harbor! I’m such a history nerd girl.
Pat Jeanne Davis
Thank you, Barbara, for stopping by Kelly’s blog and leaving your comment. Good luck in the drawing for a copy of my novel. I had an aunt who lived for a few years in Hawaii.
Rebekah Miller
I know it would be incredibly sad and I would probably cry the entire time, but I’d like to visit the Holocaust memorial someday.
Pat Jeanne Davis
Hi Rebekah, thank you for leaving your comment for Kelly and me. A visit to the Holocaust Memorial would be extremely difficult. As a child in school seeing pictures in a book of survivors of that unspeakable ordeal have left a lasting impression. All the best in the drawing for a copy of my novel.
Jane
I would love to visit the Portland, OR shipyard where my dad worked when I was just a toddler. I have his employee badge as a keepsake.
romancinghistory
Hi Jane, Welcome to Romancing History! That’s so cool that you still have his ID badge! I love visiting places where my family lived. I have my mom’s old WWII ration book and treasure it. Good luck in the drawing.
Pat Jeanne Davis
Jane, thank you for dropping in and leaving a comment for Kelly and me. I’m always pleasantly surprised by the number of readers of WWII fiction who had family serving then in the military. All four of my great uncles, all brothers, were in the army or coast guard during WWII. All the best.