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WHY BOTHER   4 comments

FYI. The list price for My Father’s House is $18.99. My royalty after everyone gets their slice is $0.45. (Unless, of course, it’s purchased directly from me.)

My son points out that’s about the percentage the farmer gets who produces the food in the first place. Food for thought — pun recognized.

Still I write — because I want to. And I want people to read what I write. What better reason? (And yes, reviews are worth at least as much as money.)

Posted June 7, 2021 by Mona Gustafson Affinito in Uncategorized

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EVOKING MEMORIES OF MY OWN UPBRINGING   3 comments

I enjoyed reading this book aloud with my friend whose vision is limited by Macular degeneration. It evoked many memories of my own upbringing as I recognized similar personalities in my family, bringing back happy and sad events and circumstances. Doesn’t every family have them! 

I appreciated Mona’s on-going descriptions of what was taking place in world events starting with WW !, immigration, the Great Depression (I heard a lot about that from my own grandparents and parents!), re-building the Nation, Pearl Harbor, WW II, The Korean Conflict, crystal sets, radio, air flights, etc During the reading of this book I found myself looking back at so many past memories of my life and being grateful for the wonderful, loving family into which I was born.

I wondered whether the author’s selection of psychology as her life career reflected her upbringing and family’s trials and tribulations? It was so sad and frustrating to see Jennie’s decline even as we witnessed her husband’s sustained adoration and love of his wife during these difficult times.

This was not a particularly uplifting book but an honest and comprehensive description of a loving, ambitious and talented immigrant who conquered the many challenges presented him in order to become the successful, respected and loved man that he was. His love for God, his community and his family is evident.

Congratulations to Mona for publication of this story that has obviously been a “work in progress” for many years. It is a wonderful and complete tale of “My Father’s House.” As for the author’s style, I enjoyed reading the minute details and highly descriptive passages. Some readers, however, might not appreciate this style.

This review can be found on my web site

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A NORWEGIAN REVIEW OF “MY FATHER’S HOUSE.”   4 comments

This review can also be found on my web site forgivenessoptions.com

I see this as a block buster movie

At the end of the book, I thought that if Metro Golden Meyer hooked this, it would be a block buster. The characters are lovingly and distinctly portrayed with all their strengths and foibles, and their development through times of war, depression and into the seventies. I grew fond of  Father Carl – born in 1880 and emigrating from Sweden  1910.

For this Norwegian reviewer it was overwhelming to try to remember all the names of the characters – but still I found myself  reading in bed at 04 am, wondering about how Jennie and the family would cope with her “sensibilities” – I will not tell  the readers how that went. Among the clear descriptions of life in these times,It was such a clear and loving tale of how too much consideration can devastate a persons life. “Let’s not borrow trouble” was the fathers adage, it seems the family adapted it too – as we humans do, with grave consequences.

 Mona’s professorate  in Psychology and her interventions created a strong and dramatic change in the family –  the last chapters were a great eye-opener of what happens when the cat in the sac gets out – and the fresh new air pours in.

4 stars – reflecting the bit overwhelming number of names and relationships.

I feel well fed after reading it.

Leelah Saachi

And grateful;

Writer

I SEE THIS AS A BLOCK BLUSTER MOVIEAt the end of the book, I thought that if Metro Golden Meyer hooked this, it would be a block buster. The characters are lovingly and distinctly portrayed with all their strengths and foibles, and their development through times of war, depression and into the seventies. I grew fond of  Father Carl – born in 1880 and emigrating from Sweden  1910as a block buster movie

LOST REVIEWS FOR “MY FATHER’S HOUSE?”   1 comment

At last count of reviews of “My Father’s House” I found five more “ratings” than there are reviews on amazon.com. Somehow I doubt that five people would have bothered to rate without writing a review. Knowing that the accepting/rejecting algorythms operate in mysterious ways, I suspect some of the lonely “ratings” went with reviews that never got published. I know of one person who tried three times to get hers posted. The third time was the magic. But she was never notified that her first two had not been accepted. Obviously I treasure any reviews, so here’s my question. Did any of you write one that you don’t see posted? If so, I’d be most happy if you would keep trying

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Posted November 30, 2020 by Mona Gustafson Affinito in Uncategorized

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I think my next book’s title will be “I am a dinosaur.”   2 comments

I just finished writing a review for Ijeoma Oluo’s “So You Want to Talk About Race.” Here it is.

Having read a plethora of books as a member of our “BLM Ally” group I didn’t expect another one could add much. But I was wrong. It was probably the chapters organization that made the difference, but I left it with my heart hurting and my mind brimming. And there were the specific lists – almost “to-do” — that helped as we search for actions we can take while we are confined by COVID-19 restrictions. No matter what reading you have already worked through you’ll find help presented here in an attractive writing style.

So what does that have to do with dinosaurs? Me — and my career.

In the process of writing — and editing a zillion times — My Father’s House, I have come to appreciate that I did lead a privileged life. I confess, I didn’t know it. I was too busy living it. I do remember being upset in High School when I read about Senator Bilbo, though, described in Wikipedia as “a filibusterer whose name was synonymous with white supremacy.” I wish I had saved the essay I wrote.

But that doesn’t make me a dinosaur. It’s my career that did that. I spent years teaching developmental and personality psychology. Now I’d have to rewrite the syllabus, realizing that it was all about white, probably Northern European folks. And the psychology of women? Not only did it not even include women of the top 1%, it also wasn’t about women of any color other than pale white.

Okay, that’s all you get. I’ll save the rest for later. But I hope you get the gist.

No, I don’t feel guilty. Just more aware and motivated.

 

I’VE CONNECTED WITH THE NEW OWNERS OF MY FATHER’S HOUSE   8 comments

How exciting is that! First of all, what a blessing to have lived in the same house from the time I was born until I left for college, graduate school, and early career. Only marriage made the break official. And now, having published “My Father’s House,” I’ve been in contact with the current owners. The photos they’ve provided show me the place is even more beautiful in its modern version. I’m thrilled.

Maybe you’d like to take another look at it on the cover of the book

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Posted October 19, 2020 by Mona Gustafson Affinito in Uncategorized

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A BETTER PHOTO OF THE TURSAS CHURCH   3 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wish this photo had been available to me when I inserted the Torsas church into my book.

Thanks to James Carros, a Bristol, Connecticut person whose family, like mine, hails from Torsas. It’s a much better photo of the church than the one I found for

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Posted September 14, 2020 by Mona Gustafson Affinito in Uncategorized

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BEAUTIFUL FRIEND   Leave a comment

Do I have beautiful friends, or what? Amy Huie-Li let me know she bought “My Father’s House.”

Posted September 5, 2020 by Mona Gustafson Affinito in Uncategorized

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PROOF COPY OF “MY FATHER’S HOUSE.”   9 comments

I’ve been at it since well before 2015, with the help of some of you. And now the proof is here. In fact, I just finished reading it one last time (I hope) for corrections to be made before it goes to print. Just for evidence, here are a couple of photos of receiving it during the pandemic, and a quick cheat of a photo. without the mask.

Posted August 13, 2020 by Mona Gustafson Affinito in Uncategorized

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TWO A.M. – PTSD      6 comments

Sometimes when I wake up during the night I go right back to sleep. More often, though, thoughts catch me and I can’t let go of the pain of compassion. (Feeling with.) It’s in the DNA. You’ll see when you read My Father’s House.

 The other night I couldn’t help imagining being a man living free in my homeland – just living my life. And then being chased down and captured, bound, and delivered as cargo to a slave ship. There being shackled head to toe to make maximum space for a profitable cargo. Left to lie in my own and others bodily excretions, becoming thereby filthy black cargo. Living with my own pain and the moans of my fellow “cargo.”

I imagined being brought ashore in the states and hosed down for presentation to those who would buy me as a piece of cargo. Being totally re-defined by others willing to torture me into accepting my new less-than-human status. Struggling with the agony of losing the life I had and who I was. How could PTSD not become a part of my DNA to be transmitted to my offspring?

How could I not respond with fear, rage, running, resistance, fighting back? Is it at all surprising that George Floyd pleaded for understanding of his claustrophobia? that Treyvon Martin fought back when he was being followed? That Rayshard Brooks grabbed a weapon when he was about to be constrained?

But what do I know? I’m just an aged white lady imagining things in the middle of the night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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