Ward Books

Better than any other author, Ward explains what would have been required in terms of training and indoctrnating managers.

The author was a reporter in a small town south of Tampa when serial killer Bobby Joe Long held the city in hs evil grasp for nearly a year as he murdered 11 prostitutes. Bernie Ward has researched the life of serial killer Bobby Joe Long, including his abominable upbringing and his later crimes. Ward brings out the fact that Long was a serial rapist before graduating to serial murderer. This book is well-written and will hold your interest to the very end. Highly recommended.

David Adam's pungent, freshly minted prayers in the tradition of the Celtic saints are strong medicine for overdoses of prayers composed in the theologically abstract mode. Adams artfully and ably demonstrates the possibility of full-orbed, life-encompassing communion with God. His uncanny resonance with the visions of St. Aiden and St. Cuthbert must certainly pay tribute to the ambiance of his post on Holy Island (Lindisfarne).

Brand New Fence is an artistic gathering of well written poetry! It's a great book and I highly recommend buying and reading it! The poetry hits home and is taking in in many different ways. There are many different types of subjects in his poems as well! BUY IT OR READ IT NOW!!

Fr. Barron's most recent work is one of the most approachable, yet incisive and intelligent accounts of the most exciting movements in recent theology. I have studied with Fr. Barron, and without hyperbole I often remark to friends how he was the best professor I ever had--passionate and excitingly contemporary, immersed in the tradition yet generously critical. A wonderful priest and a masterful teacher.

This book delivers the same invigoration. Fr. Barron's chapters range wide: from the postconciliar liturgy, to Joyce and narrative, to postmodern non-violence. Underlying his various treatments is an attempt at recovery: opposing the often narrow and always self-reflexive modern hermeneutic, begun in Descartes and apotheosized theologically in Schliermacher, Fr. Barron wishes to return us to a more humble, reverent posture before the universe, each other, and most especially, God.

The subtitle "post-liberal, post-conservative" brings this critical, even playful, acumen to bear on current American ecclesial concerns. You will find no naive polemics here: Fr. Barron's attempt to recover a theology (even more: an adequation with reality) that transcends these jejune dichotomies opens the reader to a invigorating purview that commands such different resources as Teilhard, von Balthasar, Bob Dylan, Chesterton, Dorothy Day, and Thomas Aquinas.

Fr. Barron has particular debts as well to the best in recent Protestant theology: a plus that should make this book a resource to those Catholics who stopped with Tillich. No stranger to Rahner, Fr. Barron is also able to underscore the insights he brought, while reading him within the tradition, noting various lacuna. His knowledge of von Balthasar is especially helpful here, and a needed corrective to an often one-sided emphasis in recent Catholic theology.

In short, if you would like to gain a perspective into what is most exciting, most relevant, and most important for not only Catholic theology, but the life of the Church, you will find no better guide than Fr. Barron.

This is the best self-help book I have ever read. It clearly states the premise that almost all pain (whether physical, emotional, mental or spiritual) is a demand from our body's innate biological wisdom, built up through millions of years of evolution, for us to submit to the needs of our bodies, minds, feelings and our spirits. If we do not do so, we will feel pain. The pain is a signal to us to do something different than we are doing. It is our body/spirit's way to self-correction, to get us back on the path that is in harmony with the desires of our bodies and spirits.

We are accustomed to thinking that when we feel pain we should do something to treat the pain, the sensation of pain and not notice the message it is trying to tell us. For example, if we have a headache, we are prone to reach for some aspirin or other pain reliever rather than pay close attention to the behaviors we were engaging prior to the headache (such as sleeping too much, working or thinking too hard, drinking too much, etc.).

The ideas in the book cover a wide range or topics such as sleeplessness, high blood pressure, emotional pain, sexual difficulties, self-consciousness, shyness and many others. The ideas are presented in a non-dogmatic manner, though they may sound somewhat foreign to those steeped in Western culture and thought. The author, Milton Ward, draws on wisdom from many different theologies, belief systems, sciences, and his own experience as a yoga.

I highly recommend this book for anyone who has found themselves at odds with themselves, who suffers any kind of recurring pain and who cannot seem to find a cure. The cure is to listen to the message of the pain and to follow the demands of the pain, not to cover it up with some over-the-counter remedy. As the author says, "The pain tells you, you do not tell it."

"Broadway After Dark" gives a fascinating portrait of the New York theater over nearly a century, with profiles of everyone from Eugene O'Neill and Moss Hart, interviewed by Ward Morehouse in the first half of the last century, to Hugh Jackman and Kitty Carlisle Hart, just a few of those who talked with Ward Morehouse III, who put together this book as a tribute to his late father, the legendary Broadway columnist. It belongs on the bookshelf of any theater buff who loves to dig deep into the history of the stars and the shows that have lit up Broadway.

In the town of Bella the line is drawn, high rollers are allowed in one area, with the rest of the town: cowpunchers and common folk, not allowed to cross the line to the better saloon and gambling establishment. One Frank Power controls it all. He even has two quick, slick gunmen watching his back.

Into town comes Buchanan off a 40 days cattle trail, herding stolen cattle, looking to be paid. The money man has lost all the money for the gunfighter herders in a poker game, and with two drop dead, attractive female red haired faro dealers involved things can only get worse. And they do.

Join Tom Buchanan as good looking women prowl and hot lead flies in this 1957 western concerning rival saloonkeepers trying to one up the other while either trying to kill T. Buchanan or hire him to defend them. And then there are those two equally striking women, both hanging onto Tom Buchanan. Some dilemma, some story.

Good, enjoyable western reading. The bad guys lose, the good guys ride out for Frisco.

Read on bookaroos.

Semper Fi.

Review in Family Tree Magazine November 1993:-

Bulford Village: 'tis yer' by George E Ward and edited by Michael G Ward. Spiral bound. £8.50 plus £l p&p (£2.10 surface mail overseas) from 21 Wenlock Way, Thatcham, Berks RG19 3SQ. lSBN 0 952O888 0 0. My views Bulford Village: `tis yer' are very simple - namely, that it should be compulsory for every adult getting on in years to write an autobiography, and for every village (and every town - why not?) to ensure that its own history appears in print. No excuses! George Ward, aided by his son Michael (the editor and publisher) has done a wonderful job here, one of which he and his village of Bulford can justifiably be proud. Here is a series of charming biographical anecdotes of a man who was born and bred in this Wiltshire village and who obviously loves it dearly and knows much of its day-to-day history. Although some parts of the book take us back in time to earlier centuries, the main focus in the early pages is on George Ward's own knowledge of the village and its people, supplemented by further recollections of and by older inhabitants. There is a wonderful account of who lived where, street by street, with a host of historical detail and a supporting map. There are plenty of photographs, too, including groups of individuals, such as the local branch of the Royal Antediluvian Order of Buffaloes (and did you know that according to this book they were more commonly called the "Ragged Ass Old Buggers"?) The village church is also considered in detail - and with five heraldic hatchments to boast of it's a fortunate church indeed! There's also a lot of real genealogical meat here, with copious name lists taken from monumental inscriptions, Protestation Returns, Phillimore's Marriages and electoral registers. And -joy of joys - we are treated to alphabetically arranged transcripts of the 1851 to 1871 census returns for the village. A full surname index is provided to the book as a whole. George Ward has done his village proud. Every village deserves this kind of publication - village dwellers please note! JT

Still in Print!

This book was great! I can't wait to buy my horse - BUT - this book gave me enough information to know that I'm being a bit pre-mature about it. I'll wait, and when I'm a more comfortable being back in the saddle again - I'll be better prepared to buy the horse that's right for me.