What Would Your Smoke Signals Say?

Children these days have a hard time believing that their parents did not have cell phones when they were their age, or at least when they were teenagers.  Some of those parents, back in the day, found it hard to believe that their parents didn’t have phones in their homes until they were teenagers.  And those parents who grew up without a phone in their home heard stories from their parents about how they communicated.

The ability to communicate has always been a constant need of mankind, Wendell Arnold writes in his autobiography, telling about what a difference having a phone made when he was in an isolated situation.  He continues with how his grandpa told them about talking with smoke signals, and he writes,  We told him that was just a tale but he proceeded to show how it was done.  It was fascinating to see him putting up different rings of smoke.  It was a fastidious art.  The problem as I saw it was someone had to be on the other end of the communication.  Someone had to read those signals.  

Reading this, I wondered what the different rings and things would mean.  What would be the need for someone to communication like this?  A plea for help perhaps, what else would someone have to say to whoever might see it?  And in Oklahoma in the 1920’s, sending up smoke signals to give your location might not be such a wise idea.  Depends who you are I guess, but being an Indian wasn’t the popular thing to be back then.  So how about you?  What would your smoke signals say?

Wendell continues writing, Communication is so important.  When we asked Grandpa if God read his smoke signals, he looked at us with red devil eyes.  I never could connect the dots with that look.  As life’s little pieces were put together I figured that communication with his god through prayer was not part of his repertoire.  Perhaps that was where Dad got his agnostic view of religion.  You are what you are, Grandpa would say.  I wondered later what makes a man desert his family of nine kids and take up with a woman half his age to go gallivanting around the country.

He then tells of a story his aunt related about running into Grandpa’s mistress while she was out shopping one day.  You can read about this humorous encounter in his autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the kindle, nook and google e-book.  Telephone orders may be placed by calling (866) 909-BOOK (2665).  But the only place you can order a signed copy is wendellarnold.com, where you can pay using your credit card, PayPal or mail us a check.

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Trading Faith

I have always tried to see the hand of God in my life.  This applies to the good, the bad and the ugly.  We did not realize it at the time but we gradually traded our faith for tennis racquets, golf clubs and the symphony.  We joined the Methodist Church but we lost sight of the church existing to serve others.  Tennis tournaments were after all, played on weekends.

Has anything similar ever happened to you?  Have you ever gone through a period when things of less importance infringed on things of more importance?  Life gets busy, priorities get outta whack.  In Chapter Twelve of Wendell Arnold’s new autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, Wendell shares hindsight of how tennis tournaments, golf games and the symphony gradually took over their weekends, including Sundays. Before he knew it, Wendell and his family were attending church as frequent as the skips were originally intended.  Instead of skipping church every now and then, church attendance became every now and then.

It can be easy to let priorities slip, to allow other wants to creep in.  Exercising, studying, attending church, the book club or other social gatherings which used to have high importance, can take a back burner to the “busy-ness” of our lives.  In some cases interest is truly lost, in others, certain things have been outgrown, but in many instances we fool ourselves into thinking things can “slide” due to changed perspective.  And life is all about perspective.  The way Dr. Arnold saw it in the 1980’s, playing tennis and golf instead of attending church was no big deal, this was life and life was happening.  But looking back on it, it seems as though he might have chosen differently.  Oh, if only we could make choices based on hindsight!

Wendell also shares a bit of his work in this chapter.  Shortly after he and his family move to Carmel he is sent on a business trip to Chicago and the storyline gets more intriguing.  Does Wendell pick up on the women’s advances?  Does he think of his wife and children in the midst of having dinner with a beautiful woman of high power?  You can find out by getting your signed copy of Wendell Arnold’s book, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, available at wendellarnold.com.  The book is also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the kindle, nook and google e-book.  Telephone orders may be placed by calling (866) 909-BOOK (2665).  But the only place you can order a signed copy is wendellarnold.com, where you can pay using your credit card, PayPal or mail us a check.  LOCALS TO LOX ONLY – You may choose the options for COD and local pickup if you would like me to bring you a book.  Thanks!

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Why Do Scientists Always Have To Prove Something?

 

This question was posed to Dr. Wendell Arnold by Reverend Curtis, and Wendell shares this conversation in his book, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST.  It is an interesting dialog, with the reverend saying it is strange to hear a scientist talk about faith, but then he doesn’t really know many scientists either.

Reverend Curtis asked Wendell, “Why do scientists always have to prove something?  Why can’t scientists just accept certain things through faith?”  Wendell replied that it depends upon a person’s definition of faith.  “If you define faith as a belief in the system of religious beliefs then I would agree that scientists in general have faith,” he said.  The reverend followed with, “But you have to prove it.  Right?”  In my opinion, Wendell hit it out of the ballpark with his answer.  He replied, “If you define faith as a belief in the value or truth of something then you have to prove the probability of that something being probable, which is a mathematical statement of that something happening or not happening.”  Wow.

Wendell goes on to talk about science being the study and theoretical explanations of natural phenomena, and they get into some deep thinking.  By the end of the conversation Wendell asks if the good reverend is really a preacher or if he’s actually a psychologist, to which Reverend Curtis asks if there’s a difference.  Delightful reading on some intriguing topics, this is a book you will have a hard time putting down.

You can order your copy signed by the author at wendellarnold.com.  Also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the kindle, nook and google e-book.  Telephone orders may be placed by calling (866) 909-BOOK (2665).  But the only place you can order a signed copy is wendellarnold.com, where you can pay by credit card, PayPal, or send us a check or money order.  Check it out!

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Marrying as a Minor

Marrying as teenagers and staying together for 50 years is almost unheard of these days.  Wendell and Carolyn Arnold are not just still together after 53 years of marriage, they are still deeply in love with one another and it is evident just being around them.  Their love and devotion to each other is one of a kind.

And did you know that back in 1960 the legal age for males to get married was 21 but the legal age for females was 18?  Perhaps it was figured that girls mature faster than boys and therefore they are more qualified to make such a decision at an earlier age?  At any rate Wendell was not even of legal age, he was 19 and Carolyn 18 when they married.  To get around this “age” thing, they had Wendell’s dad sign for the marriage certificate.

Wendell goes on in the story to tell about when he told Carolyn’s dad they were going to get married.  His friend with whom this dialog was exchanged exclaimed, “Told her dad!” and the the communications he relays are entertaining and sweet.  Like how Wendell’s mom told him when he left for college, ‘See that every day is marked by at least one special act of love.’  It is a great story for all ages.

You can get your signed copy at wendellarnold.com.  Also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the kindle, nook and google e-book.  Telephone orders may be placed by calling (866) 909-BOOK (2665).  But the only place you can order a signed copy is wendellarnold.com, where you can pay either via PayPal or send us a check.

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Dr. Arnold’s Poem – of what in his mind – is God’s Plan According to Man

Dr. Wendell R. Arnold displays his talent for writing poetry as well as writing a suspenseful non-fiction story full of adventures in his autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST.  Sprinkled with poems, Wendell’s story is well-rounded and comes from the heart.  The following is just part of a lengthy poem from Wendell’s book:

Surely God looked down on man that he created

He must have thought – what a mess they have made since they have mated

God developed a plan to save mankind

He put it in action over a period of time

He disclosed His plan to the prophets who were Jews

They wrote in scripture the unfolding of the good news…

This particular poem spans three pages, 126 lines in all, and it is fascinating how Wendell tells all about their trip to Israel with details of Jesus’ life with such rhythm. It is one that should go down on the record for Christian education.  You won’t want to miss out on the rest of this fantastic poem along with an intriguing story full of hope and faith.  You can order your signed copy at wendellarnold.com!

Dr. Arnold’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, is also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the kindle, nook and google e-book.  Telephone orders may be placed by calling (866) 909-BOOK (2665).  But the only place you can order a signed copy is wendellarnold.com, where you can pay either via PayPal or send us a check. 

CLICK HERE TO READ CHAPTER ONE

What do you think? Is our destiny predetermined?

Right away, Wendell asks some deep questions in his autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST.  He begins the book with a story about when he was faced with a life or death situation.

  • Is our destiny predetermined?
  • Do we have a choice to determine our own destiny within the bounds that are predetermined?
  • If that be the case, where do I stand tonight?

Dr. Arnold poses these questions, and goes on to ponder his predicament.  Thought provoking questions they are, and Wendell Arnold’s experience considering such questions is a thrilling read.  An intriguing story indeed, and you can get your signed copy at wendellarnold.com!

Also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the kindle, nook and google e-book.  Telephone orders may be placed by calling (866) 909-BOOK (2665).  But the only place you can order a signed copy is wendellarnold.com, where you can either pay via PayPal or mail us a check with a copy of the invoice.  

CLICK HERE TO READ CHAPTER ONE

And if you missed yesterday’s post, make sure you check it out!  Click the link below to read the exciting excerpt!

 

An exciting excerpt from Dr. Wendell Arnold’s autobiography

Wendell Arnold’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, reads more like a novel and will keep you on the edge of your seat.  Stories I have heard all my life still gripped me like I’d never heard them before, and as I read the pages I couldn’t help but envision the events like they were right there happening, like has never happened before.  Here is one of those stories:

We had now been skiing several years and thought we were invincible.  We loved to ski in the trees and see how deep we could sink into the powder.  We would wind our way parallel to the mountain to find nests of trees to go through.  Carolyn was leading the way and came upon a ridge that was very icy.  She leaned over to survey whether or not it could be negotiated on skis.

We were skiing with the old bindings that had leather safety straps.  In subsequent years, the manufacturers came out with safer bindings that would release your ski and still it stayed behind in the snow.  She kept leaning over to make sure we could manage it and she started sliding.  It wasn’t very long before she was out of control falling end over end.  Her skis were banging against her head and body.  She lost her poles, hat and sunglasses.  We stood at the top of the hill and peered down at the vertical icy slope.  We could see Carolyn at the base of the mountain.  She appeared lifeless and she was face down in the snow.  We wanted to reach the base as quickly as possible but we knew the vertical drop was impossible to ski.  We did not want to end up in the condition she was in so we took off our skis and walked down between the trees to reach Carolyn.

“Carolyn,” I yelled.

No answer.  My pulse was racing.  I began to think about the skier who had been killed the week before at this same resort.  He had done some stupid trick and lost control and hit a tree.  We learned later that the ski patrol had marked the area off limits with a rope and signs saying no skiing.  We stupidly had entered the area just below the signs.

As we made our way through the trees, we could see one of her ski poles stuck in the icy mountain.  It looked as if someone had driven a ski into a wall.  I looked at Carolyn and I couldn’t tell if she had any broken bones.  I was very concerned that she might have a broken neck.  I knew that time was of the essence but I also knew we couldn’t be reckless as we continued through the trees.

Her face was turned to the side and I could see that she was not in danger of suffocating.  Thank God, I prayed, but where are the angels that were supposed to be riding on her shoulder?

As we reached Carolyn’s side I asked, “Are you okay?”  She replied just like a tough Oklahoman, “I am okay.  I have a busted lip and feel as if I can hardly walk, but it could be much worse.”

As we went on to the bottom of the mountain we all decided that we would pack it in for this ski trip.  The other two couples were leaving that evening and I felt Carolyn was much more shaken than what she acknowledged.  As we sat in the condo watching TV we both thanked God that the accident had not turned deadly.

Wendell goes on to tell the events of that particular evening and what happens next is a jaw dropping, unbelievable, give you the goosebumps kind of story.  It leaves him convinced that miracles do occur to common people who believe in a superior power or being.

Wendell  and Carolyn experienced much activity throughout the past 52 years and he writes about many amazing, exciting times in his book, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST.  In addition, Dr. Arnold tells about his childhood, growing up picking cotton and being from a family of nine kids whose parents were share croppers.  An intriguing story, a must read, and you can order your signed copy at wendellarnold.com!

Also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the kindle, nook and google e-book.  Telephone orders may be placed by calling (866) 909-BOOK (2665).  But the only place you can order a signed copy is wendellarnold.com!

CLICK HERE TO READ CHAPTER ONE

For those who think that religion and science don’t mix, this is a must read!

A few comments made about science and religion and Dr. Arnold’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST:

“The reader becomes a visitor in the lively dialog among family members and colleagues as Dr. Arnold reveals conflicts and resolutions in the world of faith and science.”

“In this book, the autobiographer reveals his unwavering deep faith, while overcoming many challenges as he lived a professional life as a well-respected and successful scientist.”

“Science and religion walk hand in hand in Wendell Arnold’s journey from a farm boy to the holder of a Doctorate in Phytopathology and numerous patents in the environmental field.”

“Faith and Science.  Can one person truly emote to these two different worlds?”

In Wendell Arnold’s book, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, Dr. Arnold skillfully tells his intriguing story of growing up picking cotton and becoming a world-renowned scientist with faith in God.  His story is a must read for those who think that religion, science and environmental improvement don’t mix.

You can order your signed copy at wendellarnold.com.  That’s right, go to wendellarnold.com and order your copy signed by the author himself!  Dr. Arnold’s book is also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the kindle, nook and google e-book.  Telephone orders may be placed by calling (866) 909-BOOK (2665).  But the only place you can order a signed copy is wendellarnold.com!

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Dr. Wendell Arnold tells of his first big decision

In Chapter Two of Wendell Arnold’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, Wendell tells of his first big decision.  After being singled out by the teacher in music appreciation class, Wendell thought he would rather stay at home and help on the farm.  He figured his family needed his help more than he needed the second grade anyway.

Wendell tells his story in such a way that puts the reader right there in the living room, watching the dialog between Wendell and his parents as they discuss his news.  And his hilarious experience plowing peanuts, I could feel the frustration he must have felt while I cracked up laughing at the same time.  Beautifully written, Dr. Arnold’s story FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST is a must read for all.

You can get your copy, signed by the author, at wendellarnold.com.  Also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the nook, kindle and google e-book.  To order by telephone, call (866) 909-BOOK (2665).  But you can only get your signed copy at wendellarnold.com, where you can either pay by PayPal or send us a check.  All the details are on wendellarnold.com, so check it out!

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Another Review Is In!

Our newest review is one of my favorite, and the story behind it is pretty cute too.

A friend of Wendell’s purchased his book, read it, and really enjoyed it.  This friend had a friend who was bed-ridden and this guy says to him, “I just read a great book, I’m going to bring it over to you to, it’ll give you something good to do,” to which the bed-ridden man replied, “No thanks, I’m not much of a reader.”  Well the guy brings it to the man anyway and asks him to at least give it a try and read the first chapter.

A week later, the man gets in touch with Wendell and says to him,

That is the best book I’ve ever read.  Not like I’ve read many books, but it was so good it ought to be on a mandatory reading list for everyone!

The story doesn’t end there though.  Perhaps the reason it’s one of my favorites is because I just love what a “small world” it is.  As it turns out, this guy went to the same high school as Wendell but was two grades behind him.  Remembering one another from high school, one would never know as they chatted that over 50 years had passed.

I just love stories like that!  There are also many great stories in Wendell Arnold’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, where he tells about growing up picking cotton and becoming a world renowned scientist with faith in God.  You can order your signed copy at wendellarnold.com!  Also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, as well as on the kindle, nook and google e-book.

BUT YOU CAN ONLY GET YOUR SIGNED COPY AT WENDELLARNOLD.COM!

Have you ordered your signed copy of Wendell Arnold’s intriguing story?

Wendell Arnold’s newly released autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, is a must read for everyone, and especially those who think that religion, science and environmental improvement don’t mix.

Wendell Arnold skillfully tells his story of being from a family of nine kids, growing up picking cotton and becoming a world renowned scientist with faith in God.  This autobiography is very unique, reading more like a suspense novel.  The experience in the cotton patch to dealing with corporate political challenges, environmental issues and legal avenues blended with raising a family paints the picture of a managed life.  The adventures take more twists and turns than a rattlesnake chasing his prey.

You can order your signed copy at wendellarnold.com.  It is also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, as well as on the kindle, nook and google e-book.  But wendellarnold.com is the only place you can order it signed by Wendell himself!

 

Bunko

 

Once upon a time I used to get together with a group of women who met once a week to play a dice game called Bunko.  I never stopped to wonder if this was a regular game people played, or if I was being introduced to a new drinking game that required at least 12 people.  This was many years ago, and let me tell you, a tough crowd.  There were 12 women in our group, we all took turns hosting it at our homes each week and had a schedule to meet for 12 weeks.  I think I made 4 or 5 of them, one of them hosted at my house, and then I had to find a replacement to fill my spot.  It was a little too rowdy for me in ways I just can’t explain.  So imagine my surprise when I learned of Wendell’s Bunko-playing days!

Thankfully, his experience was much different than mine.  In Chapter 7, Graduate School, Wendell relives the night he and Carolyn first played Bunko at the Methodist Church near College Station, Texas.  They were new to the area and the first morning they attended church services, they were invited by a professor at Texas A&M to come back and play Bunko that night.  The discussions and insinuations about mental energy and prayer are so intriguing and wonderfully written, I felt as if I was there taking place in the conversations.

The Professor who invited them to play was fascinated with Wendell and asked him about his physics training.  Wendell replied that he had no college training, and this sets off a whole new chain of events.  It turns out that Wendell is auditing this guys class!  The professor questions why this is so, and instead of telling him about the situation with Dr. Jerk, he portrays what a stand-up man he is and focuses only on his responsibility in the situation.  It pays off very well for him, as he recalls that morning’s sermon, Trust in the Lord, He knows exactly what you need.

You can read more about this and many more exciting events in Wendell Arnold’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST.  It is available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the nook, kindle and google e-book.  But the only place to get your signed copy is wendellarnold.com!  Go to wendellarnold.com and follow the directions to place an order online and pay through PayPal or send us a check.

However you decide to order, just know that there are many people who are confident that you will enjoy reading Wendell’s story of faith and hope!

 

A story full of suspense, drama and action

“As agronomy is the care of the soil and Dr. Arnold’s life work, he shares with the reader his care for the soul as he travels through life in this insightful autobiography.  The reader becomes a visitor in the lively dialog among family members and colleagues as Dr. Arnold reveals conflicts and resolutions in the world of faith and science.  His subtle sense of humor adds a light touch to this amazing journey.” – Anne S. Owens, President Samar Publishing, Inc.

As Ms. Owens describes, Wendell’s story reads more like a novel than an autobiography, where the reader becomes a visitor in the lively dialog.  This is a story that is full of suspense, drama and action, where the reader feels as if they are right there watching it happen.  It is truly a page turner, see for yourself and CLICK HERE TO READ CHAPTER ONE if you haven’t already.

It is a must read, and you can get your signed copy at wendellarnold.com!  Also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the kindle, nook and google e-book.

An advance on your first paycheck? REALLY?

How can a person ask for an advance on their first paycheck?  That is precisely the dilemma Wendell Arnold faces on page 50 of his autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST.  Wendell starts his first job, fresh out of college, with Lilly in Indianapolis.  Some of you who know Wendell will probably be surprised to learn that he and Carolyn and their two boys lived in Indianapolis in the sixties, before their third child, the adorable baby of the family, was born.

Yeah, their first stint in Indy is something to read about alright!  Wendell gets his first physical, what a riot!  The story takes an emotional turn as life throws a punch, but as the seasons pass and routines fall into place, normalcy returns.  Then, Wendell has the opportunity to become a “Fellow” and the twists and turns take him out of the country.  All this, and more, in the same chapter!  It is a wonderful read, full of action and adventure.

You can order your signed copy of FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST from wendellarnold.com.  It is super easy and secure!  PayPal handles all of the online payments, or you can mail a check to Wendell along with your printed invoice (you will see directions when you order).  In addition to supporting the author, you will be getting your book signed when you order through wendellarnold.com!  Of course you can also order Wendell’s autobiography (that reads like a suspense novel) from xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com as well as on the kindle, the nook, and google ebook.  But the only place you can get it signed is at wendellarnold.com

Even the locals who have asked me for a copy need to go to wendellarnold.com to place an order.   There are options where you do not have to pay for shipping and you can pay for the book when I bring it to you, but every single book that leaves my possession must be documented through that website for inventory and record keeping purposes.  And yes, it will be signed by Wendell and personalized.

We thank you for your support, regardless of where you order it!  We are confident that all persons alike will enjoy reading Wendell’s book, even those who do not enjoy reading.  Seriously, just ask my husband!

An Event-Filled Few Days at the International Christian Retail Show!

As hundreds of people walked into the Exhibit Hall after a very moving ribbon-cutting ceremony Monday morning, emotions were high, excitement was in the air and 362 exhibitors awaited at the Christian Book Association’s International Christian Retail Show.  Held at the Orlando Convention Center in Orlando, Florida, the CBA’s ICRS is the largest Christian retail show in the world, and we were thrilled to be a part of it with Wendell Arnold’s new book in the show.

Wendell Arnold and his new book, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, at the International Christian Retail Show in Orlando, Florida July 15-18, 2012.

Two and a half days of meeting other authors, publishers and distributors went by so fast, and we are all so very grateful for the ability to attend.  Wendell and his wife Carolyn traveled from Oklahoma and I had the pleasure of my daughter accompanying me.  We made the three hour drive from West Palm Beach, where she is a student at Palm Beach State College.

Although Wendell and Carolyn have a home on Key Biscayne, they usually spend their summers in Oklahoma.  Not that the weather is cooler out west, the most common reason for escaping Florida in the summertime, but Wendell’s farm gets his attention during the “farming weather” months.  A condominium man at heart, he is not.  What he does have in his heart for The Village is his church, St. Christopher’s By The Sea, and all of their wonderful friends there.  You can find out how the couple wound up in Key Biscayne in his autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST.

What an interesting story it is, and Wendell’s writing style keeps the reader engaged.  Wendell tells about growing up picking cotton, marrying his high school sweetheart, and excerpts of the next 50 years of their life together with 3 children.  We have heard story after story of how hard it was for people to put the book down once they picked it up!  You can probably see what I mean by just reading Chapter One.  Take a look!  To read Chapter One, click here.  You might want to first finish reading about the ICRS and take a look at all the pictures I am going to post below, so I will remind you at the end of the blog to go read Chapter One.

So, on with pictures from the show!

      

     

 

Goodbye Orlando Convention Center, a great place to hold the Christian Book Association’s International Christian Retail Show!

One of the authors we met at the show, Pastor Ronald Wean, was very delightful to talk with.  He and Wendell struck up lively conversation a few different times and they found they have several things in common.  Pastor Wean is pictured above shaking hands with Wendell in the second picture.  He is the author of HEALING TRAUMATIZED CHURCHES and he has leadership trainings in trauma recognition, trauma recovery and trauma resiliency.  For more information, visit his website at rwean@sbcglobal.net.

To order Wendell Arnold’s new book, his autobiography that reads like a novel, visit his website wendellarnold.com and click on “Wendell’s Market Place” (yes I know it is one word, but not here!) to order signed copies directly from Wendell.

RETAILERS – ORDER FROM XULON PRESS THROUGH JULY 27, 2012 AND RECEIVE 50% OFF, FREE SHIPPING & DELAYED BILLING!!  Orders placed by retailers/distributors are returnable.  Call Jason Fletcher at (866) 381-2665 extension 1163.  Books may also be ordered from Spring Arbor Distributors and/or Ingram Book Company.  The ICRS special deal above through July 27 is only good through Xulon Press.

And I did not forget, click here to read chapter one of Wendell’s autobiography (that reads like a novel!).

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Biased?

At first I thought I might be biased, that I loved Wendell Arnold’s book so much because he is my father.  But then I thought, wait a minute – if I were to be biased, it would be in the other direction I think!  You see, if someone would have asked me 2 years ago if I thought my dad could write a best seller, I would have told them no.  But wait!!  Hear me out… well actually you would know why I might be inclined to think that if you read his book.  And the truth is, I never really knew he could write something like a book!

Christmas, 2010, we were at my parent’s house in Key Biscayne having dinner.  After dinner, my dad came up to me, handed me a few pieces of paper and said, “Read this and tell me what you think.”  Captivated, I read 9 typed pages of what seemed to be the beginning of a great story, and when I finished reading, I exclaimed, “What is this?  Where’s the rest?  I want to read what happens next!”  He chuckled that deep, quiet laugh that is classic Wendell, and whispered, “I wrote it.”  “What?!”  I said, hardly believing what I heard.  He humbly replied, “Ya, I’ve been thinking about writing a book,” and I immediately told him I’d be his number one fan and do anything I could to help.

Well it’s hard to compete with my mom for number one fan, a spot she surely deserves anyway, so he named me his number one agent.  For over a year, he mailed me his hand written pages, I typed and mailed them back.  My mom edited the manuscript and did some typing as well, then I ran with it, taking care of the publishing and marketing, and I have to tell you, we make a darn good team!  And what continues to amaze me is the way the book captivated me and made me laugh and cry the tenth time I read it, same as the first.  Now that’s a good book.  So am I biased?  Ya, probably, but I still find myself shocked that my dad is such a great author.

You can get your signed copy at wendellarnold.com!  Also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the kindle, nook and google eBook.  But wendellarnold.com is the only place you will get it signed by Wendell himself!

Book Signing Event A Success

The book signing event yesterday at St. Christopher’s By The Sea in Key Biscayne, Florida, was a hit!  A steady stream of patrons engaged us the entire morning with many also purchasing books for gifts.

 

 

 

Susie Raffey (me), Fr. Bob Libby, Dr. Wendell Arnold

 

Yesterday I also posted the article that was in the Key Biscayne Islander News, if you missed it, see the previous post.

You can order your signed copy of Wendell’s autobiography at wendellarnold.com.  We accept payments through PayPal or you can mail us a check with your printed invoice.  Check it out!  wendellarnold.com!

 

FROM THE COTTON PATCH: testimonial of faith through the eyes of a scientist

Many thanks to Yara Zakharia, Esq., reporter for The Islander News, for the engaging article in the July 5th issue about Dr. Wendell Arnold’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST.  Enjoy this insightful article, giving a glimpse inside Wendell’s story.  Then go to wendellarnold.com to order your signed copy!

Science and Religion Walk Hand in Hand

“Science and religion walk hand in hand in Wendell Arnold’s journey from a farm boy to the holder of a Doctorate in phytopathology and numerous patents in the environmental field.  In From the Cotton Patch to Ph.D. we encounter a warm and readable story of a man’s life defined by scientific inquiry and his relationship to Jesus Christ.” – Bob Libby, Author and Episcopal Priest

Technical?  Perhaps a few words, but just ask the three very non-technical people here who have read it if it hinders their understanding of the book, or makes the book any less enjoyable to read, and the answer is no.  For you high-tech readers who know what phytopathology is, well you probably wouldn’t even think twice about the technical aspects in the book.  But I did.  Growing up, I never really understood what my dad did for a living, the saying in our house was, “My dad is a doctor, but not the kind that helps people.”  I am certainly mistaken about that, as he has helped thousands!

It makes no difference whether you know some of the big words or not, whether you have a family or not, whether you believe in God or not, or whether reading is “your thing” or not, I guarantee you that this book is a good read and will stir your soul.  Wendell Arnold’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, reads more like a suspense novel.  If you haven’t already, check out my post – “A Glimpse of Chapter One.”

Order your signed copy today at wendellarnold.com, a secure site accepting payment via PayPal, or you may place an order and mail a check.  You don’t want to miss this must read book!

Faith and Science

Yesterday I posted chapter one of Wendell’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, and if you missed it, you can read it by either scrolling down or clicking on “previous post” at the end of this post, depending on how you got here.

I just received another message from someone who couldn’t put the book down, she loved it so much!  Thank you Kelly!  And my husband Dave, he read it in three days – you got that right – 3 days!!  Why it amazes me so much is because he is not a “reader”.  Reading books just isn’t his cup of tea, he’s more of a Florida Sportsman guy, and that’s it.  I seriously thought I was going to have to nag him all summer to read it, but all it took was a stormy day with no t.v. reception and out of boredom he picked it up.  He read for hours, then the next day when I turned on the t.v. he said, “I think I’m gonna read,” and I about fell out of my chair!  I turned the t.v. off and he read until 11:00, after I reminded him twice how early he had to get up the next day.

So if you don’t want to miss out on reading one of the best books I believe you will ever read, go to wendellarnold.com and order your signed copy today!

And I will leave you with another wonderful review …

“Faith and Science.  Can one person truly emote to these two different worlds?  In this book, the autobiographer reveals his unwavering deep faith, while overcoming many challenges as he lived a professional life as a well respected and successful scientist.  Read on and discover a true story that is deep in meaning, yet inter spaced with happy family memories and light diversions.  The reader will have much to ponder long after the end of the book.” – Jo Watkins

 

Take a Look at Chapter One of Wendell’s Autobiography!

CHAPTER ONE

Accidental Poisoning

The highway patrol officer brought his cruiser to a wrenching halt in front of the Virginia Beach Hospital.  He opened his door and rushed around to the passenger side.  He opened the door and grabbed my arm.

“Sir,” I said, “please don’t dislodge the angel sitting on my shoulder.”

He looked at me as if I were drunk.  He had been on the radio with my company doctor in Indianapolis, so he knew the situation.

“Officer,” a member of the hospital staff said, “we have him.  He is going to need all the angels he can stack on his shoulders to get through this ordeal.”

As they were wheeling me into the hospital, I remembered many incidences that had occurred throughout my life.  It occurred to me that life is held together by a thin thread.  When that thread is broken, life as we know it no longer exists.

It started as a normal day in 1970 as I drove down the Delmarva Peninsula to southern Delaware.  What a beautiful day the Lord has made, I thought.  I was on my way to collect data on an experiment I had established on a farmer’s potato farm for Lilly Research Laboratories with whom I had taken a job.  This was my first assignment after receiving my doctorate.  My mission was to conduct efficacy under field conditions on experimental compounds made by our organic chemists.  I would lease about an acre from a prominent farmer within her production area to conduct the efficacy test.  This would be analogous to a medical doctor conducting a phase three clinical test to determine the efficacy of a compound for medicinal use.

I called the farmer and told her that I was going to be on her farm, and asked what the latest practice was she had conducted on that field.  She stated that she had not done anything to that field in the past ten days.  She had sprayed the rest of her potatoes with an insecticide, but she had not sprayed the field where I had my experiment.

I parked my car near the experimental site and unpacked my equipment to begin collecting data.  After a short period of time I began to feel nauseated.  I went to the car, pulled out the emergency atropine kit, and read the symptoms of organic phosphate poisoning.  I knew the symptoms, but I wanted to be sure.

“God Almighty help me,” I shouted out loud, “I have been poisoned!”

I drove to my hotel and checked into my room.  I disrobed and stepped into the shower, I thought that I could possibly wash off some of the devastating substance that had absorbed into my skin.  But I had to be sure.  The owner had stated that she had not sprayed that field.

I changed into fresh clothes and began to dial the grower’s phone number.  Why doesn’t she answer the phone? I thought.

Finally, she answered.  “Hello?”

“Hello,” I said, “this is Dr. Arnold.  I must know for sure if you treated that potato field where I have my experiment.”

“I told you that I did not treat that field but I will call my foreman and make sure.  What is your number and I will call you back.”

I gave her the number and again stressed how important it was to know immediately about treating that field with an insecticide.  I hung up the phone and could feel the progression of the organic phosphate poison symptoms that were printed on the emergency kit.

Sitting in that hotel room waiting for her to call felt like an eternity.  I wondered if I was overreacting.  Was I overly concerned about my symptoms?  A doctor diagnosing his own symptoms is dangerous.  I thought about Jesus’ prayers while He prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane when He asked God to release Him from the destiny that awaited Him.  He then finished with the words that if it is God’s will then it shall be done.  I thought that if it is written in the stars for Jesus to carry out His mission, dictated by God as written by the prophets, even Jesus’ death, what does that say for us today?

Is our destiny predetermined?  Do we have a choice to determine our own destiny within the bounds that are predetermined?  If that be the case, where do I stand tonight?  If the answer comes from the owner that yes, the field was treated, do I give myself a shot of another poison to counteract the poison to which I was exposed?  I have never given myself a shot.  The atropine was to be injected into muscle tissue.  What if I hit a vein?  With all the training I had been given, this area had never been discussed.  I waited for the phone call.  I thought about the lady who went to Jesus and asked for a miracle.  In the Gospel of Mark, Mark wrote that the Greek Phoenician woman was gentile and asked Jesus to cleanse her daughter of the devil.  Jesus looked at her and said God’s children would be the first to be filled.  He would not take the children’s bread and cast it to the dogs (gentiles).  She said the dogs under the table would eat the children’s crumbs.  Jesus told her that her daughter was healed because of her faith.  Jesus had given her a miracle because of her faith.  If I as a gentile (one of Jesus’ dogs) asked for a miracle, would He give me the same consideration?

The phone rang.  I answered timely.  “Hello.”

“Dr. Arnold, I spoke with my foreman,” she paused, “he sprayed the field that I had requested him to spray.  He had some material left over and he treated the field where you have the experiments.  I am so sorry, he didn’t tell me.”

“When did he spray the field?” I asked.

“He sprayed the field with an organic phosphate just after lunch,” she paused.  “Is there a problem?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “I have a major problem.  I have been poisoned!”

I remembered the sermon that was preached the previous Sunday.  The preacher was talking about pressure.  He referred to the letter Paul wrote to the Thessalonians and talked about the persecution of the Christians.  He emphasized how God would take care of you if you just had, and kept, your faith.  I thought, what is pressure?  Yes, the Thessalonians were killed and threatened to be killed by the people who were trying to destroy their faith.  What was the difference between pressure of that time and today’s time?  I knew that this insecticide was extremely deadly and fast acting.  After all, this was the type of gas used to asphyxiate the Jews by the Germans during World War II.  This was a product produced by a German company.

Keep the faith, I reminded myself.  I thought about a statement my brother Eugene liked to say when we were growing up.  He said, “God helps those who help themselves.”  Okay, calm down, I told myself.  I was thinking about my atropine kit.  I could give myself a shot of atropine and that was supposed to counteract the effects of the organic phosphate.  I have never given myself a shot.  I needed to gather more information.  I picked up the phone to call the company doctor in Indianapolis.

Dr. Kirkpatrick answered on the first ring.

“Dr. Kirkpatrick, this is Wendell Arnold in Delaware.”

He interrupted, “Dr. Arnold, this is an emergency number.  What is the problem?”

“Well,” I started,

“Spit it out!” he shouted.

“I have been exposed to an organic phosphate,” I blurted out.  “Do I need to give myself a shot of atropine?”

“How do you know you have organic phosphate poisoning?” he asked.

“I walked into a field that had been treated just before I arrived.  I have all the symptoms,” I stated.  I left out the fact that I had taken off my shirt to get a suntan.  How dumb.

“No, don’t give yourself a shot.  Get in your car and drive to the first pharmacy you see and call me.  Take down the phone number.”

“I have the phone number,” I interrupted.

“Listen, Dr. Arnold.  Do exactly what I tell you,” he said with authority.  “Write down my name and number, and say on your note ‘please call’.  You understand?”

“Okay, but why?” I asked.

“If you pass out before we get this settled,” he said, “I need someone to give me a call.”  That did not relieve my concern.  I knew that he and I were working against time, as I could feel the effects of the poison’s progression.

I took out a piece of paper and wrote I have been accidentally poisoned with an organic phosphate.  If you find this note on me, please call Dr. Kirkpatrick at 317-555-6365.  I wrote the note I was told and pinned it to my shirt pocket and rushed to my car.  I started driving toward downtown.

I stopped at the first pharmacy and rushed to the back of the store where I saw a pharmacy sign.  A man asked what my hurry was, and I replied I needed his help.  I asked him to call Dr. Kirkpatrick immediately.  He picked up the phone and dialed.  I didn’t overhear the conversation, but shortly the pharmacist handed the phone to me.

It was Dr. Kirkpatrick.  “Dr. Arnold, listen very carefully and do exactly as I say.  I am going to give you an atropine tablet to dissolve under your tongue.  When you get this done, call the hospital and get admitted.  You can use the phone or anything you need from the pharmacist.  He understands and will be compensated,” Dr. Kirkpatrick said.

The pharmacist came with the medicine and I stuck the pill under my tongue.  When I turned around he had the local hospital administrator on the phone.

“Can I help you?” came the voice on the other end.

“Yes,” I answered, “I have been exposed to an organic phosphate and I need to be under a doctor’s supervision for the night.”

“I have three points to tell you.  Number one, I have never heard of such a thing,” he stated.  “Number two we don’t have a doctor on hand.  Third, we don’t even have any rooms available.  You would have to sleep in the hall.  I suggest that you go back home or where ever you are staying and sleep it off.”

“Look, you would let a person die before you would even admit a person in your hospital?  Even though you have never heard of organic phosphate poisoning surely you can call a doctor on your staff who has heard of cases!”

“I told you that I will have to put you in the hall and nurses will have to walk around you and look at you as a drunk.  I still suggest that you go to your hotel and sleep it off.  You even sound over the phone like you are drunk.”

I finally realized that it was useless to discuss a crucial medical emergency with someone of that limited knowledge.  I knew it would be risky but taking the Bay Bridge to Virginia Beach was my only option.

I turned to the pharmacist and asked, “How far to the Virginia Beach Hospital?”

He stammered, “About 30 miles I suppose.”

I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw him shaking.  I wondered at the time if it was that he just witnessed me taking one poison to counteract another poison, but I didn’t have time to discuss such matters.  I knew that I was already pushing the time envelope.  I was on borrowed time.

I left the pharmacist and headed for the Bay Bridge.  I asked the attendant taking tolls if they had an ambulance to take me to the Virginia Beach hospital.

“No,” he stated, “we would have to request one from Virginia Beach.  You can drive there in half the time it would take us to get an ambulance over here.”

I paid my money and continued to the Bay Bridge.  I knew that a portion of the bridge was over the water, and then another portion of the bridge would be a tunnel under the water.  I wondered what would happen if I blacked out while driving.  If I wrecked, how long before help would arrive?  All the answers that I could come up with did not present a desirable outcome.  I should have called Dr. Kirkpatrick back, but I didn’t.  I was on my own.

The first tunnel entrance was just ahead.  I told myself, you don’t want to black out in that tunnel.  The way I was drifting in and out of consciousness told me that I didn’t have much choice about what was going to happen.  I tried to sing to stay awake.

I started into the tunnel and saw a light to my left.  I slammed on the brakes and took the side road that lead to a guardhouse.  I came to a screeching halt and a guard with a drawn gun came up to the car.  I opened the door and told him I was very ill.  I asked if he could get me the highway patrol.

“He’s already coming,” he stated without lowering his gun.

“I need help,” I was able to say.  “I need him to take me to the Virginia Beach Hospital.”

“What?” he shouted.  I pointed to the note I had written.  As he took the note, another car came darting onto the runway with his lights shining on us.  The highway patrolman stepped out of his car and the guard handed him my note.

“Get in my car,” the patrolman told me.  Fortunately the patrolman had the sense to understand the dire situation, which had quickly become a matter of life or death.

“Yes sir,” I stated.  I thought as he sped onto the highway, seek and you shall find, knock and the door will be opened, ask and you shall receive.  I surely had done all three this afternoon.

I must have dozed off in the police car.  I heard Dr. Kirkpatrick coming through the police car’s speaker phone.  “Don’t let him go to sleep,” he said.

The patrolman answered, “He is not responding to my conversation.  I have the speaker phone on so you need to see if you can get a response.  Maybe he will recognize your voice.”

“Dr. Arnold, this is Dr. Kirkpatrick in Indianapolis.  Are you with me?  Dr. Arnold, answer me.”  Dr. Kirkpatrick was yelling.

“Yes, I hear you.  We don’t need a phone with you yelling so loud.”

“Why didn’t you call me before you left the pharmacy?” he shouted.

“Oh.  I talked to you, ah back there.  Dis situation is serious.  I didn’t believe you could be of help in that situation,” I muttered realizing that I wasn’t making any sense even to myself.

“Okay, that’s done,” he said calmly, “here’s the plan.  The officer is going to take you to the Virginia Beach Hospital.  I have made all the arrangements with the hospital staff.  They will have all the procedures ready to take care of you.”

I interrupted, “What do you mean, procedures to take care of me?”

There was a pause as if he was trying to decide what to tell me.  He might have been trying to decide whether or not to alarm me further.

“Well,” he stated, “there is a slight chance that your heart will stop and the doctor will be able to restart the heart beat.  I have been in touch with the company in Germany that makes the product.  We know what to do in this situation.”

“Okay.  God,” I was able to say.  “I am not ready to die.  I have got to call my wife.  What about my boys?  That is your area of expertise Doc.  Can I trust you to do whatever is necessary to save my life?”

“Just stay with me.  If we get you to the hospital while you are still breathing, you will pull through.  We have all the life supports set up.  Your friend at the wheel is hauling butt.  Just stay with us and keep talking to us.”  He sounded relieved, but as silence set in, he appeared to have another concern.

Dr. Kirkpatrick asked the patrolman, “Has he done anything strange?  Is he choking?”

“No,” the officer replied, “he is not choking.  The only strange thing to me is that he has taken the palm of his hand and slapped his forehead a couple of times.”

“Maybe he is trying to stay awake,” Doc replied.  “He knows not to fall asleep.”

“Wendell,” the doc started out, “are you by chance wearing a watch?”

It struck me odd that he started addressing me on a first name basis.  “Yes, I have a watch on,” I muttered, “but why do you need to know that?”

“Well, I have a problem,” he replied, “my watch has stopped and I need to know the time.”

I must not have sounded coherent.  “I can’t see the dial,” I stated.

“Well focus.  Concentrate on looking at the dial,” he said.

“Why do you have to know the time?” I asked.

“I have to eat on a regular basis,” he said.  “According to my stomach it has been a long time since I have eaten.  When was the last time you ate?”

“Will you turn on the light so I can see my watch?” I asked the patrolman.

“No, don’t do that!”  Doc shouted.  “You can look at it the next time you pass a street light.  Let me know, when was the last time you ate?  Was it an hour ago?”

“I don’t know,” I responded.

“Come on.  I need an answer,” he said.

I didn’t respond.  So he shouted, “Dr. Arnold, are you going to answer my question?”  He sounded agitated.

“I can barely hear you,” I answered.  “The sirens are making so much noise.  I see another patrol car in front of us and he has his siren going,” I remember saying as we slid to a halt.

I am here, I told myself as the staff laid me out on the stretcher.  Time to catch a snooze.  What a crock.  Doc will have to figure out his own time to eat.  His words still ringing in my ears, don’t let him fall asleep.  I knew that he was afraid of me going into a coma.  I can’t go to sleep.  What is Carolyn doing?  The warning on the medical cheat sheet stated that going into a coma might be the prelude to death.  I don’t want to die!

This ordeal reminded me of a conversation I had with a chaplain and discussing his duties in the hospitals to which he was assigned.  The chaplain started talking about giving solace and how differently people react.  I asked him how he would handle people who were in a coma.  He stated that he had talked with several people who had been in a coma and nearly all the people who recovered told him that they could hear everything that was said.  They just couldn’t respond.  The main thing was to keep people from going into the coma but I was so very sleepy.  Just close your eyes and take a break, I told myself.  No.  I saw Carolyn’s face – No honey, don’t go to sleep.  Don’t go to sleep.  Don’t leave me.  Don’t.  Don’t.  Don’t.

I was fading fast.  I could hear voices.  One voice said, “Wheel him into the emergency room, if his heart stops we want to be prepared for open heart surgery.”

What have I gotten myself intoWhen I reached that fork in the path of choosing my life’s work what if I had taken a different path?  I began dreaming about my life and that career path starting from adolescence and then I heard my Mother’s voice telling me I had to stay awake.  As the poison started working through my system, I slipped into a dream state recalling my childhood.

So, my friends… like what you read?  Well the story gets incredibly good, and it’s hard to believe it’s not fiction!  This book WILL WOW you, so go get your signed copy now!  Go to wendellarnold.com, click on “Wendell’s Market Place”, then “Buy Now!”

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Inspiring, Heart-Warming and a Window Into Mid-Century American Life

In case you haven’t heard, Wendell Arnold’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, is now available at his website, wendellarnold.com.  Once you are at his website, click on “Wendell’s Market Place” on the sidebar, then buy now!

Here is another review of Wendell’s book –

“Wendell Arnold’s story of his Christian walk in life’s journey is inspiring, heart-warming and a window into mid-century American life.  Dr. Arnold’s disarming and self-deprecating account of his experiences in family, youth, marriage, professional life and retirement paint a personal portrait of how to be aware of Christ’s constant presence in our daily lives.  Sit back and enjoy your travels with Wendell, knowing that you will find strength in his example.”  – Ruth D. Foss, Diocesan President, Daughters of the King

I am confident that you will thoroughly enjoy this autobiography, which reads more like a suspense novel.  It leaves you hanging on the edge of your seat at times, yet clearly identifies Christ’s presence in Wendell’s life without being a “religious” book.  Young or old, Christian or not, I bet that you are going to love reading this story, and I’m not a betting gal!

So get your signed copy today at wendellarnold.com!

Dr. Wendell Arnold’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, is also available at xulonpress.com/bookstore, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, and on the kindle, nook and google e-book.  Telephone orders may be placed by calling (866) 909-BOOK (2665).  But the only place you can order a signed copy is wendellarnold.com!

CLICK HERE TO READ CHAPTER ONE

The Moment You Have Been Waiting For!

Finally, the moment you have all been waiting for is here!  Wendell Arnold’s autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO Ph.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, is available!  There are many ways you can order, but only one where you can get a signed copy.  For all the details, go to wendellarnold.com.

I have received a couple of inquiries from people who saw the book on Amazon.com where it says it was released in May.  I just want to clear that up, for the rest of you who have been asking me weekly, “When’s it going to be out?” and I kept replying, “Soon.”  The book did have its first printing in May, but it immediately went back into production due to an error that occurred during publication.  Because its first printing was complete in May, the records will show that as the date published although it was not available for purchase.  At any rate, go to wendellarnold.com to order your signed copy and get all the details about other ways to order, including eBooks for Kindle and Nook!

The website is up and running, ready to take your orders!  If you encounter any problems ordering, please let me know ASAP!  I can’t wait to hear your comments on the book.  Please feel free to write me if you would like your thoughts about the book shared on the blog, and feel free to leave any comments you would like.  I’m telling you, it’s an awesome book, a great read all around.  I just love to hear people’s reactions, it really is a WOW!  Stay tuned for my share about my husband’s experience reading this book, it’s a good one!

So go to WENDELLARNOLD.COM now!!  What are you waiting for?

ANOTHER GREAT REVIEW

Shortly you will be able to see for yourself in my dad’s autobiography, COTTON PATCH TO PH.D., GOD’S MANAGEMENT OF MAN THROUGH THE EYES OF A SCIENTIST, that he is a man who dearly loves his family and friends, as the review below mentions.

“Wendell Arnold’s beautifully written story of his life is so intriguing I couldn’t put it down.  When you read this book, you will discover the author is a man who dearly loves his family and friends.  Furthermore, his completely committed faith in our Lord is a role model for all Christians.” – Doris Hodges

You will discover much more about Wendell while reading his book, a book that reads as if you’re watching the scenes play out in a movie.  Stay tuned for information on ordering in the next few days!

FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO PH.D.

As a child, the only thing I knew about my dad’s occupation was that he was doctor, but not the kind that helps people.  As I grew up, I could tell people he was a plant pathologist, but I had no idea what this meant.  Eventually I started to get a broad idea of what my dad did at work, and that it had something to do with using chemicals to get rid of weeds growing in canals and ponds.  Little did I know, he was actually the guy inventing the chemicals.

My dad takes pride in everything he does, but he is not proud as in arrogant and therefore I understand why I didn’t know some of the interesting stories he tells in his book, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO PH.D.  But then again, what child knows all about their parents every interaction in life?  His trips to the Panama Canal Zone as a world renowned scientist, his negotiations with the colonel utilizing his quick thinking, and his interactions with the EPA are so wonderfully written, I felt like I was there with the scientists giving their presentation to the demanding colonel.  The suspense built as I read on, and for a moment I felt panic, then exuberance as he wittingly escaped the wrath of the colonel’s temper.  And if you think scientists are boring, well let me tell you, this book is anything but boring!  My bet is once you pick it up you won’t be able to put it down.

My father, Wendell R. Arnold, skillfully shares many of his adventures in his book, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO PH.D.  And his adventures involve a lot more than just being a scientist.  Clear your summer reading schedule and get ready for its release in June.  And spread the news!

In Case You Haven’t Heard…

My father, Wendell Arnold, tells his intriguing story of growing up picking cotton and becoming a world renowned scientist with faith in God in his autobiography, FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO PH.D.  Though it is an autobiography, he skillfully portrays experiences that read like a suspense novel.  The experience in the cotton patch to dealing with corporate political challenges, environmental issues and legal avenues blended with raising a family paints the picture of a managed life.  He shares his profound experience with God in his life as the adventures take more twists and turns than a rattlesnake chasing his prey.

FROM THE COTTON PATCH TO PH.D. – Scheduled for release June 2012!