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Patricia Shipp Lieb; published by Twilight Times Books, Solstice Publishing, Xlibris Press and Amazon Kindle.

 I like lots of space; photography, writing, reading, diddling around on the computer, playing Poker, spending time with family and friends, walking on the beach, and hiking through the woods. Author of: The Adventures of a Squirrel Named Peanut, Twilight Times Books; My Eighteenth Birthday, 1960 suspense-adventure; Solstice; Danger In The Cliffs, Solstice; Saying I Love You, poetry on Amazon's Kindle; The original version of Murders In The Swampland is available in hard-back books from Xlibris.com; Murders in the Swampland (third edition, updated) true crime now on Amazon Kindle.   
 
 

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Murders in the Swampland 3rd edition




Murders in the Swampland-- West-Central Florida True Crime Cases of 1980s & '90s: from a reporter's notebook
Authored by Patricia Lieb


List Price: $12.25
6" x 9" (15.24 x 22.86 cm)
Black & White on White paper
506 pages
ISBN-13: 978-1493544158 (CreateSpace-Assigned)
ISBN-10: 1493544152
BISAC: True Crime / Murder / General
Serial murders, hate crimes and torture... Who would have expected such violence in the quiet countryside of Hernando County, Florida? Initially covered by award winning reporter Patricia Lieb during her tenure with The Daily Sun Journal, she recounts these and other shocking true crime events in MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND. Putting a face on big crimes in the Nature Coast is what Patricia Lieb has done in her book, MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND. Chris Van Ormer, Citrus County Chronicle

...all of them are true. All of them terribly grizzly. All of them ripped from the front page headlines of area newspapers. Lara Bradburn, Hernando Today

CreateSpace eStore: https://www.createspace.com/4491231 

Friday, November 01, 2013

Updated Book: Murders In The Swampland: True Crime Cases of the 1980s & '90s.

True Crime



Now in print copy MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND; True Crime Cases of the 1980s & '90s.

Murders in the Swampland-- West-Central Florida True Crime Cases of 1980s & '90s: from a reporter's notebook
Authored by Patricia Lieb

List Price: $12.25
6" x 9" (15.24 x 22.86 cm)
Black & White on White paper
506 pages
ISBN-13: 978-1493544158 (CreateSpace-Assigned)
ISBN-10: 1493544152
BISAC: True Crime / Murder / General
Serial murders, hate crimes and torture... Who would have expected such violence in the quiet countryside of Hernando County, Florida? Initially covered by award winning reporter Patricia Lieb during her tenure with The Daily Sun Journal, she recounts these and other shocking true crime events in MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND. Putting a face on big crimes in the Nature Coast is what Patricia Lieb has done in her book, MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND. Chris Van Ormer, Citrus County Chronicle

...all of them are true. All of them terribly grizzly. All of them ripped from the front page headlines of area newspapers. Lara Bradburn, Hernando Today

CreateSpace eStore: https://www.createspace.com/4491231 

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Coming of age novel takes place during the heart of the Civil Rights movement in the South






  1. Interesting Read March 24, 2012
    Format:Kindle Edition
    Today is the big day and Annie Jo is eagerly awaiting the arrival of six PM. Upon that magical hour, she'll be officially eighteen. In celebration, she's decided to pack up all that is important to her and hit the bus station - with a one way ticket out of her sleepy little town. Unfortunately, the universe has more in store for her than just a simple bus ride from Texarkana to Memphis. It's never quite that easy though, is it? Welcome to adulthood, Annie Jo, better hold onto your hat!

    Annie Jo is a pretty uncomplicated character and her simplicity makes her endearing and likable from the start. Even while nursing a broken heart and carrying around the weight of things she can't change, she still manages to look life in the eye and see it for what it is - a rollercoaster ride of emotion and experience. Annie's a small town girl and it shows. She does the right thing for no other reason than because it's right. However, her small town outlook does lean towards naiveté at times, only reinforcing her innocence. Sometimes this makes her even more likable and sometimes it makes you shake your head. But she's always true to herself and that's a big part of why she's so interesting.

    I enjoyed the way the author told Annie Jo's story leading up to her decision to leave Clover. She makes the flashbacks into instances of daydreaming while traveling on the bus. It was a creative and non-intrusive way to give us the back story we needed without slapping us in the face with it. I was also very impressed with the way she incorporated Annie Jo's awakening social consciousness into the story without making it overtly obvious she was doing so. There were two issues I did have with the story.
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    My Eighteenth Birthday by Patricia Lieb follows Annie Jo as she boards a Greyhound bus on her eighteenth birthday. With suitcase in hand and a guitar slung over her shoulder, Annie Jo leaves her hometown for Memphis, where she hopes to get a waitress job and pursue a career in music.

    At first, Annie Jo appears like any other starry-eyed teenager, with dreams of making it big on music row. But then, the reader learns there's more to Annie Jo's leaving home than wanting to be a famous singer. At a young age, she has experienced love and a profound loss, both of which she hopes to reconcile in her heart as the bus carries her further from home. Then there's Annie Jo on the verge of adulthood, someone who wants to make a difference in the world, and not necessarily because of her singing.

    My Eighteenth Birthday will draw you in to Annie Jo's teenage antics and mature heartaches and keep you turning the pages as she strives to forget and begin anew. With a cast of interesting secondary characters and a backdrop of the Civil Rights Movement, My Eighteenth Birthday is an enjoyable read and one book you won't forget. 

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Malaga, Spain April 2013

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScXrtFyzcaM&feature=youtu.be

Walk with us on the streets of Malaga, Spain. I think you will love it, as we did.
April, 2013


In the city



The lovely Jardines park, located just across the bridge from the ship docks will take you to dream-land.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dz6LT6amSP4&feature=c4-overview&list=UU8shZZTdFem3BKJ11RXklug





Friday, August 09, 2013

new cover for Bridged by Love

Bridged by Love


A new cover for the Kindle edition of Bridged by Love.
Hope you will take a look.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Happy Fathers' Day

To all the good dad's out there.

Especially mine, Herbert E. Shipp, Texarkana, AR: RIP

Friday, May 31, 2013

Wild turkey lives and my yard and dines at the birdfeeder.... So fun to watch.

Love him
Don't know what happened to the two hens that hung out with him.
They've been missing a while now.
Still hopeful they are setting on eggs.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Free June 15-21 2013on Kindle....



Two true crime cases of murder in Florida


Book II in the Florida Killers series:

SEX, GAMES DEATH
from the files of Patricia Lieb

These stories were not included in MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND


Sex Wasn't Enough
&
Sex, Drugs & Death On Dinnerbell Lane

 Kindle download cost is $1.00

Free June 15-21 2013on Kindle....

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Azores, April 17, 2013



Take a quick tour with me of the lovely Azores Island


video
The most beautiful land;
clean, breathtaking, exciting, friendly

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Carhops at the Steak 'n Shake in Kankakee, IL, fall 1960 to spring 1961

Pat Shipp, ME, & Flora
Phyllis was a wild-child
Me

In 1060 my life style changed totally from living with my mother in Texarkana, Arkansas to moving with her to Chicago, then leaving there and returning to Texarkana to live with my grandparents, my daddy and my brother, Paul, two years younger than me. I hung around there until summer then went with family to Southern California—a trip I wrote about in my collection of essays and poems about growing up titled “Among My Souvenirs”, available on Amazon Kindle. I stayed with uncle, aunt and cousins in California when the rest of the family returned to Arkansas. After some three months in “the Golden” state, I caught a Greyhound Bus to Kankakee, Illinois. My mother, step-father and two younger brothers had moved. That was a big step. I lived in Illinois for the next five years. My first job in Kankakee was as a carhop at the Steak ‘n Shake:



Ronnie, Jim (carhops at
Steak 'n Shake,
and two of my
brothers, Rickey, Paul
Me.... and it was soooo cold

Ginger

Day time curb manager David Steen hired me when I applied for a car hopping job. He was so good-looking and acted much older than his 19 years. I told him I had experience—well, I did work half-a-day carhoping at a drive in while I was in California. And I had worked a few days at a little drive-in place on College Hill before my mother moved to Chicago. So, actually, I was truthful.
I missed friends from back home in Texarkana but found new ones in Kankakee. The Steak ‘n Shake was the place teenagers loved to hangout and when they were not parked on the lot, they were driving around the “square”, which contained three blocks on each side. And not being from the area, this was opportunity to get to know people my age. I met new friends almost daily but only took photos of a few. Ginger and Jim were siblings. Ginger my age, 18, and Jim 14. Other carhops on the day shift were Flora, a part Sioux Indian, Alice, Maryland, Danny Chinski. Alice—God bless her soul, clipped tips. We all knew it but I don’t think anybody called her on it. Ginger and Jim came from Mississippi and both came to work at the Steak ‘n Shake shortly after me. Jim looked older than he was and I can honestly say he had a strong crush on me. He asked me out over and over and I just shook him off by telling him he was “too young.” Still, he hung around my house much of the time. He would sit and talk to me while I washed my hair, while I cut my hair—just about any time I would allow him over.
Danny Wagner "Elvis" in his cab 
Son-of-the-owner of the cab service in the town, Danny Wagner parked in a parallel-parking space next to the carhop service space. Danny looked like Elvis. In fact, we carhops called him Elvis. When he’d see me walking home, he often gave me a free lift. I did walk home much of the time.

Danny Wagner and --Me at work



Mr. Mizell
Me
Maryland, Me

Me
Ginger asked the jukebox man to put Mary Robbins new 45-record titled “Don’t Worry ‘Bout Me” on the jukebox inside the restaurant. He did. Then I heard about an old school friend of mine, Jacky Ward (who later became an accomplished country singer), cutting his first record in 1960 or 61. I rode the train from Kankakee to Texarkana to visit with family and friends and purchased Jacky’s record titled “Little Boy Had A Lonely Heart.” I had the juke-box man put it on the jukebox inside the Stake ‘n Shake and when he took it off sometime later and side one and two had played more times that the counter could register and needless to say the record was totally worn-out.
I had my share of dates then, too. When with a couple different guys, Steve and Frankie, (not at the same time certainly) from Hungry; they were friends and also rivals. They both had nice cars and worked at the Ford Motor Plant in Chicago Heights, which means they had plenty of money to spend as well. I went out with several other “boys” too, but was really never got serious. I did accept a marriage proposal, though, from a guy name Dick. I told him not to buy me an engagement ring, just to get wedding rings for us. He did and I kept them in a drawer for a while. When I though he was getting a little in a hurry with this “wedding” thing, I have him back his rings. Not long after that he and my friend Ginger got married. That was about the last I saw of either, but I heard the marriage did not work out—sad to say.
Back then the drinking age in Illinois for girls was 18, boys had to be 21. One night a group of us went to a club called the Top Hat to dance. Even though David was 19, at 18 I was the only one of age. I was also the only one that got carded. I had to bee-line it home to get identification while the others were ushered inside. 
Me in my "too-tight" slacks
Joyce
Me, walking home to my Mother's house on Beach Street
Kankakee, Illinois
Let me tell you this… Northern Illinois can be pretty cold in the winter time and for a girl that came from the south it can be dang cold. I wore three pairs of long wool slacks and three sweaters under my Stake ‘n Shake coat.  When the owner of the drive-in, Mr. Mizell, went on vacation the manager of the Steak ‘n Shake in the adjacent town, Bradley, by the name of Wally came over run things.
Now know that I had on three pairs of wool slacks on that cold day. Wally called me inside the building and told me that my pants were too tight and I needed to get bigger one. I stewed! I felt my eyes becoming daggers. I stared him and said, “It is now of your business how tight my pants are!”
“Count your money,” he said.
“I’m already counting!” I retorted.
My curb manager told me I would have my job back as soon as Mr. Mizell returned. The next day I got a much better paying job at the Bear Brand, a factory that made sock and finished off nylons. I worked on the fifth floor boarding nylons. The best part about getting fired from Stake ‘n Shake was getting to date the handsome curb manager. David was fun and no-doubt the best swing dancer ever. He I remained friends until his death in January 2012.