My name is Cindy Farrar Bryan and I was born in the 1950’s in Atlanta, Georgia. I have wanted to be a writer for a very long time, but just didn’t know where to start.
My husband and I moved to Ocala, Florida in 2012 and I started reading the local Ocala Star-Banner, a small, but wonderfully written newspaper. My favorite column is Emory Schley’s Bits and Pieces.
Emory, or Sly Guy, as he is better known around Ocala, started a challenge to readers that, like me, were wanna-be writers. He started a fictional story and challenged readers to send in weekly installments of 100 words each.
I entered each week and managed to be selected for one of the installments. Imagine my excitement – with those mere 100 words, I was a published author!
Several months later, Emory repeated the challenge, but this time the readers got to start the story. This story would be limited to ten 100-word installments. I submitted my 100 words each week and my installments were selected four times, including the beginning and ending installments of the story.
Well, now with all these publications under my belt, it’s time to move on to more challenging writing. My plan is to write fiction and non-fiction, and use this blog to share my research and connect with readers.
So where did the name of my blog, The Arrowhead Club, come from?
When I was a kid, it was a special occasion for my dad to take the family out to dinner. My mom, being raised on a farm, was a great cook, and really, what was the point of spending hard-earned money on expensive restaurant food when my mom made the best fried chicken in the world.
Eating in a restaurant was more for the entertainment experience for us than for the food. Well, that and, for a kid, the adventure of checking out every restaurant bathroom in Atlanta.
When dinner was over and we were all in the car driving home, my younger sister and I would invariably ask “where are we going next?” We wanted to continue the fun of the evening, but my dad always had the same thing in mind.
“We’re going to the Arrowhead Club,” he would say. We lived on a street in Atlanta named Arrowhead Trail and going to the Arrowhead Club meant we were going straight home. No stops for ice cream or anything else. Any further entertainment for the evening would be had at home.
Sometimes there were board games or card games, especially my favorite, Crazy Eights. Sometimes there were stories out of our favorite children’s books, but the best stories were the ones my parents told about their lives.
My dad grew up in Atlanta in a family of nine children. He was a waist gunner in the Army Air Forces in WWII and was a prisoner of war.
My mom was the middle sister in a family of three girls who grew up in Meno, Oklahoma, a small wheat-farming community twenty miles from Enid.
Now that they’re both gone, those stories my parents told about their lives are what I miss the most. It was amazing to me as a child and still amazing to me today to think about the fascinating lives they led before they became parents to me and my sister.
My first major writing projects will be to write about my parents’ lives.
I am going to start by researching my dad’s WWII years. I have a lot of information on his experiences, but have many more questions than answers. I welcome any information readers can give me to help complete the story.
If I were to compare what I know about his story to a painting, right now the penciled outlines are in and some of the color has been applied. It needs much more work to become a beautiful work of art.
And I am going to honor my mom and dad by using the name The Arrowhead Club. After all, I am a lifetime member. So let’s get started…
© Cindy Farrar Bryan and The Arrowhead Club, 2013