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Meet My New Friend P. Ryan Hembree
Thank you Carlene Havel for inviting me as a guest on your blog. Welcome Viewers. I’m P. Ryan Hembree from Beatrice, Nebraska. I’m introducing my newest novella, Convict Dad.
The story. As a child, Fae Kardell stands helpless while police handcuff her father and drag him away to a police car. Her father is convicted of murders that he didn’t commit.
From behind prison walls, Royce Kardell finds a way to cope with is incarceration and maintain an active role in his family.
Fifteen years later when Fae returns to her hometown to close the family home after her mother’s death, she hears a deathbed confession which proves her father’s innocence. As the real killer lurks nearby, details of the girls’ deaths surface, but is it enough to justify her dad’s release from prison?
If she pushes for a new trial and she succeeds, her father could be freed—or—if she fails, he could get the death penalty.
The story behind the story. My father was a strong figure in our lives. No, he was never arrested or in prison, but he always found a way to minister to all of his children long after we left home.
My father lived into his nineties. As a meteorologist, he and I chased tornadoes across the prairie before anyone knew that was a thing to do. He never put me in danger, but when a storm developed, we’d jump in our World War II jeep and follow the storm clouds. At nine years old, my job was to put film in the Brownie movie camera and wind it up. I’d hand the camera to my dad, and he’d begin filming funnel clouds as they connected with the earth and developed into rope or wedge tornadoes. Once he got the direction calculated, we bugged out of there. He would mail the rolls of film off to the Department of Interior and later be paid for the storms he captured on film.
Since we were never in any danger, I didn’t mind the adventure. In our large family of seven children at the time, for once I wasn’t part of a group activity. I had my father all to myself. He was always a strong force in our lives and through our mother’s death when I was eleven and many years later. I had the honor of caring for him the last years of his life.
He dedicated his life to God when he turned eighty-nine and spent his last two years in constant prayer for his children.
A father is a strong figure in our families and our society. Even in families where the father is absent, Christ fills that role and guides and loves us throughout our lives.
You’re invited to follow my weekly serial stories on my blog at www.pryanhembree.com.
The story. As a child, Fae Kardell stands helpless while police handcuff her father and drag him away to a police car. Her father is convicted of murders that he didn’t commit.
From behind prison walls, Royce Kardell finds a way to cope with is incarceration and maintain an active role in his family.
Fifteen years later when Fae returns to her hometown to close the family home after her mother’s death, she hears a deathbed confession which proves her father’s innocence. As the real killer lurks nearby, details of the girls’ deaths surface, but is it enough to justify her dad’s release from prison?
If she pushes for a new trial and she succeeds, her father could be freed—or—if she fails, he could get the death penalty.
The story behind the story. My father was a strong figure in our lives. No, he was never arrested or in prison, but he always found a way to minister to all of his children long after we left home.
My father lived into his nineties. As a meteorologist, he and I chased tornadoes across the prairie before anyone knew that was a thing to do. He never put me in danger, but when a storm developed, we’d jump in our World War II jeep and follow the storm clouds. At nine years old, my job was to put film in the Brownie movie camera and wind it up. I’d hand the camera to my dad, and he’d begin filming funnel clouds as they connected with the earth and developed into rope or wedge tornadoes. Once he got the direction calculated, we bugged out of there. He would mail the rolls of film off to the Department of Interior and later be paid for the storms he captured on film.
Since we were never in any danger, I didn’t mind the adventure. In our large family of seven children at the time, for once I wasn’t part of a group activity. I had my father all to myself. He was always a strong force in our lives and through our mother’s death when I was eleven and many years later. I had the honor of caring for him the last years of his life.
He dedicated his life to God when he turned eighty-nine and spent his last two years in constant prayer for his children.
A father is a strong figure in our families and our society. Even in families where the father is absent, Christ fills that role and guides and loves us throughout our lives.
You’re invited to follow my weekly serial stories on my blog at www.pryanhembree.com.
