The Christmas Truce – HISTORY Just after midnight on Christmas morning, 1914, German soldiers along the eastern and western fronts stopped firing their guns and artillery and began singing carols – there are reports of Russian, French and British soldiers hearing brass bands from the german ranks. It was only five months after the beginning … More The Christmas Truce
It seems to me that the best way of honouring the fallen of two world wars is not to forget their sacrifice and have some understanding of what they went through. ‘Lest we Forget’ is written large on many memorials for a very good reason, but what do most of us actually know about the … More Honouring the Fallen
Thank you, Rhonda Hopkins, for highlighting my chosen charities, ABF Soldiers Charity – a hand up not a hand out – and Brooke – every horse remembered. Reading this brought back the reason for writing this story – the courage of ordinary people thrust into extraordinary circumstances they had no way of avoiding. It made … More Authors Give Back – Rhonda Hopkins asks Rebecca Bryn about her chosen charities
‘Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.’ As an atheist, I view forgiveness on a personal scale, and I admire those who through faith can forgive what seem to me to be unforgiveable acts. Certainly, if you can rid yourself of the eroding and destructive feelings of anger or injustice that eat … More Forgiveness – what, who, when, or if?
I was a bit taken aback, some years ago, when my mother uttered those words. What shocked me was that she was blackening the name of her family – my family. I’d been aware of family stories ever since I was knee-high to a gnat, but to hear her confirm my fears, or should I … More Loose-knickered, Murdering Thieves!
As an author, mainly of historical fiction, I find that I come to love the characters who populate my tales. The journeys they take become my journeys, their trials and tribulations mine. It’s all to easy to immerse myself in the period, to find myself thinking in their dialect, using their phrases and mannerisms, living their … More Leaving those you’ve come to love.
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Free previews of my novels. My grandfather fought in the Great War. His name was William Harold Goodman, and he was a lad from Warkton, a tiny Northamptonshire village of thatched cottages belonging to the Boughton Estate of the Dukes of Buccleuch. Although records are sparce, I’ve discovered after months of research that he was … More Wishing I’d listened more to my elders. Remembrance.
I love historical fiction because of the journeys I take to different times and places. As an author, this journey is truly one of dicovery. Today, for example, I have researched steam trains, Kettering Railway Station toilets, shellshock symptoms, Co-op milk and bread deliveries, gas street-lighting, soldiers freezing to death in Gallipoli, and the Battle … More Station Toilets, Shellshock, and Freezing to Death
The war to end all wars – a wish to end all wishes. ‘Rebecca Bryn has a consistent flair for scouring out your heart with her painfully honest accounts of heartbreak, loss and courage in the face of unspeakable horror, as I first discovered when reading Touching the Wire. I therefore should have known I … More The Dandelion Clock
