Dolores Allen …The Author was born in eastern Canada. Her childhood ended at age of 9 ½, when her father died in a house fire. She has learned much from her own life altering experiences. She writes about real people. Dolores gives credit for her talent of storytelling to her father.
She lived most of her adult life in Windsor, Ontario.
After being a Real Estate Broker for 26 years, she attended the University of Windsor, studying writing.
She has published stories in a weekly newspaper and is currently writing for a local paper in the Maritimes.
She incorporates personal tragedies into many of her fiction stories.
Life experiences and losses have given a vast vessel for story telling. Her words are inspiring and emit courage.
The variety of stories hold your interest. She has a creative imagination.
In the year 2000 she attended a school reunion back east, which was the beginning of a wonderful loving relationship with George.
They were married in 2002 and now reside in Green Valley, Arizona for the winter months.
She writes with emotion and once a story is started, you are hooked. I promise that you will not want it to end. She is a talented storyteller.
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Dolores writes in detail about the events before and after the horrific fire on Friday 13th, 1946. This story is a must to read. Part one captivates the heart and Part two is just as compelling. The tragic loss of a father, brother and son brought me to tears. Her courage inspired me…GPPP.
This was the day I learned what empathy meant by actually feeling grandmother’s pain. Knowing all about sympathy was one thing, but empathy was different. I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved deeply. She lost her son, my father, when he was 36 years of age in a house fire. It was on a cold, rainy, foggy day like this day that my mother shouted. “Jump out the window. The house is on fire! You must run to grams now!”
That dreadful day washed over me like it was yesterday. As I raced forward on my bike, I began reliving that horrific day once again. I cried out, “will this nightmare never go away and leave me in peace?” The memory of my words made me shiver. “This is not really happening. I will go back to sleep and when I awake it will be just a dream.” It was not a nightmare it was real. It was so real I could taste the smoke and feel the heat from the fire. Hearing my mother’s voice once again screaming, “get outside, hurry!” My father was downstairs engulfed in flames. The kerosene can that he was using to start the fire exploded. He became so disoriented he did not know how to find the door. When he finally did get out, his clothing was in flames and his body was badly burned. My mother kept screaming for my brother, John and I, to jump. The fear of jumping was almost as bad as the fire. I went back to bed and covered my head with blankets, still believing it was a dream. Suddenly, realizing that my brother was not in the room with me, and that I was alone, a thought came to my mind that perhaps it would be safe to go down the stairs and creep out the front door to safety. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, in a crouched position, a sudden giant orange flame reached the top of the staircase. It felt like long hot arms were coming to get me. Knowing that this was impossible, I crawled to the bedroom window, and looking down, I saw my mother. She was shouting in a raspy voice, “jump I will catch you!” I shouted back, “I’m afraid, I can’t jump.” I noticed little pieces of clothing burning on the ground. My father was rolling in the snow to put out the fire. Smoke was overtaking me, and I felt sick. The flames were getting hotter. They lit up the house in an orange flare and the sky seemed to be the same vibrant color. Father stood up and saw me by the upstairs bedroom window looking down. It was then that he realized I was still in the house. He quickly walked toward the house, and stood bravely under the window saying. “Sara jump! I will catch you.” I jumped and he caught me. I was safe. How can this be happening? My father was so strong and brave and now he stood in front of his family with skin peeling from his naked body. This is a scene that has been played and replayed in my memory like an old horror movie for many years.
My brother and I stood shivering in the snow wearing our nightclothes. The cold and fog was nothing to what we were feeling inside for my father. Mother was telling us to run to grams. We began running in our bare feet in the snow as fast as we could to grandmothers. An angry dog was barking in the distance. Grandmother stood with a look of disbelief when she finally opened the door.
Father gave in to the pain and suffering that afternoon at a quarter of three. It was December 1946, on Friday the 13th. Christmas lost its spirit, for my brother and I, for many years.
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WORDS OF PRAISE FOR THE AUTHOR
These stories touch and warm your heart, drawing you in- making you eager to read more…Kae Dubel
Dolores’ stories are compassionate and intensely moving. I love every one of them…Michelle Enright
Dolores Allen is a wonderful storyteller. Once we started reading her stories, it was hard to put them down. We found her stories to be most enjoyable…Bill and Lu Vos
Dolores Allen is able to capture the reader’s interest and keep them wanting more. Her short stories are compelling, intriguing and …truly spellbinding… Richard and Anna St.Antoine
Dolores has written stories filled with nostalgia, and real people. Courage and faith are in the forefront. They are filled with emotion and they are all so different…Owlyn Aitken
Spellbinding stories make you want more. The author has written from the heart… Keep them coming Dolores…Gwen Little
Dolores gives a true picture when she writes. She has stories for all ages and all people. Can’t wait for more…Zelma Williams
Dolores’ stories are wonderful, and so full of inspiration as well as down to earth. They are told so vividly that one may thing that he/she is there. Her stories are heartfelt and you find that once you begin you cannot put them down till you have finished the story… I send warmest wishes to the author and cannot wait to read her book…Juanita and Brian Nicholson
Dolores’ Spellbinding stories truly touch the heart…James Allen PhD
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