Daily Archives: November 19, 2013

The Show


The Show by John A. Heldt

Reviewed by Julia Flowers writing as A. T. Weaver

“Seattle, 1941. Grace Vandenberg, 21, is having a bad day. Minutes after Pearl Harbor is attacked, she learns that her boyfriend is a time traveler from 2000 who has abandoned her for a future he insists they cannot share. Determined to save their love, she follows him into the new century. But just when happiness is within her grasp, she accidentally enters a second time portal and exits in 1918. Distraught and heartbroken, Grace starts a new life in the age of Woodrow Wilson, silent movies, and the Spanish flu. She meets her parents as young, single adults and befriends a handsome, wounded Army captain just back from the war. In THE SHOW, the sequel to THE MINE, Grace finds love and friendship in the ashes of tragedy as she endures the trial of her life.”

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This is the third of John Heldt’s Northwest Passage series and the third I’ve read.

I have to say it took me a while to get into this one. The first part of the book is dedicated to Grace and Joel’s life in the 21st century. It isn’t until Grace goes back that the story finally piqued my interest.

When Grace again finds herself in another time, you feel her anguish at the thought of never seeing her husband or twin daughters again.

The author has again broken (or maybe bent) one of the common ‘rules’ of time travel. That of ‘don’t alter history’ when Grace meddles in the lives of her parents. Any other author would see this as a change that could lead to Grace not being born.

However, this tends to fit with Richard Bach’s theory of multiple time lines that run parallel to each other and people who exist on more than one plane.

Mr. Heldt’s research into the time period of which he writes shows in the details of his writing. His descriptions of the clothing, furniture, atmosphere and mannerisms of the time cannot be faulted.

I’m looking forward to the fourth book of the series and any more to come.


There was one point when writing Acceptance that I was crying so hard I could hardly see to type. It happened again this morning while working on See You In The Morning:

Thanksgiving, 2048

Dave stood at the head of the table. “There’s something Dad and I want to discuss with all of you, especially you four kids. We’ve been talking since the celebration in June. We aren’t getting any younger. We’re both in our seventies now. Soon one of us is going to die…”

“Papa, don’t talk like that!” Chrissy interrupted him.

“Baby, remember when Grandpa Jerry died? I told you then ‘death is a part of life.’ We all come to that time, some of us sooner than others.”

“Are you and Dad okay?” Ben asked.

“There’s nothing wrong with either of us except that our bones creak a bit and we move a little slower. We both had physicals last month and everything’s fine,” Jake answered.

“So why bring it up now?” Mary asked.

“Because Dad and I want you to know our wishes. What we want to happen to us,” Dave said. “We’ve been talking and we want to be together. We’ve been together for over fifty years and don’t think it should end with our deaths,” Dave explained.

“So what do you want?” Ben asked.

Dave handed each of them an envelope. “Inside these envelopes are notarized statements. It isn’t our wills. Those are in the safe deposit box at the bank. Ben, you and Mary are authorized to get into that box since you are the two oldest.

“This envelope contains what we would like to have done with our bodies.”

Jake took over. “We want to be cremated. I know there was a time cremation was not as common as it is now. We have pre-paid plans that are also in the safe deposit box. Whichever one of us dies first, the other is to keep his ashes. When we’re both gone, one of you kids, or all four of you, is to take both of us to Point Bonita. There where we had our first kiss, where we got married, is where we want to be together.”

Tears cascaded down Mary and Chrissy’s cheeks and sobs wracked their bodies.

“Of course, you kids may not be able to get all the way down and back up. You may have to send one of the grandkids or great-grandkids,” Dave said with a smile. “Mary, Chrissy, save your tears for when we’re gone. Celebrate while we’re still here.”

Ben stood up and raised his glass. “A toast to our fathers. Two of the greatest men I know. They may not be famous, but they made a big difference in our lives.”