Here is a little bit about this book:
Bread Upon the Water is a true story. Duong Tien, as a youngster in South Vietnam knew he would be a priest. But when communism took over his country he had to flee in order to follow his calling. It took two attempts as a boat person, facing perils unknown to most of us except Indiana Jones, before Tien made it to safety. His faith was tested for several years, but Tien never wavered. He left without money, clothes or food. All he had was his faith. He discovered that was enough. Deanna met Father Tien when he pastored her church’s parish for two years. He’s an amazing man with true humility and a faith we should all strive to emulate. She wanted to tell his story to young readers who could identify with his youth and his dream, and who might find their own faith strengthened through his example. She was very excited when the Bishop of Charlotte read the book and contributed his comment as a cover blurb.
The cover was created by Steve Daniels, and incredible artist who is from her town.
The author recently celebrated her 50th wedding anniversary with her husband, their seven children, spouses, and eleven grandchildren. She lives in the mountains of Western North Carolina where she keeps cool and writes with an eye on the beautiful Blue Ridge.
She mostly writes historical fiction. This one is also historical, but is nonfiction. She thinks it’s interesting to read the account of the Vietnam conflict from the perspective of a child-teen Vietnamese who lived through the confusion and chaos. It’s perhaps a different “take” on that history.
Deanna lives in the mountains of western North Carolina with her husband. They recently shared their 50th wedding anniversary. She spends most weekends traveling with her books, but when at home they enjoy golfing and being with friends. Here is a quote from the author:
“I was a child in a small town in the 50’s. It was a time when kids amused themselves with paper, scissors, magazines, paste, crayons, and books, while listening to the radio. That’s when I wrote and illustrated my first books, lacing the pages together with shoe strings. Writing wasn’t something I dreamed of doing “when I grow up;” it was something I was already doing. I wrote plays for my classmates, wrote for the school newspapers, yearbook, tons of letters of correspondence with relatives and pen pals. I recently found a yellowed poem I wrote for the Michigan State University newspaper. Don’t remember it, but there it is! After I had kids (7) I wrote puppet plays and stories for them, edited school newsletters, and projects, plays and news for Scouts and church. I wrote all the time. I made scrapbooks, diaries and kept journals. I hadn’t figured out that I was a writer, or an author. That didn’t happen until after the children were grown and I began writing travel books for grandchildren. Then one day it happened. I woke up and said, ‘I have a story in my head, and I think it wants to be a book. I guess I’ll try to write a book.’”