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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Log Readers Get Free E-book

If any readers of the Destin Log's recent articles on my father, Capt. Ben Marler, would like to download a free copy of this book, please go to
You will need Adobe Reader, but you may freely download this program at
Libaries are encouraged to download a free archival copy. Many of the 130 historial and family photos were taken by myself or my family and I will give written permission to use them if you will contact me at
The County libary system has a printed copy. Several local elementary schools are using this book as a fifth grade level "A. R. Reading" book, and at last count, 140 children had checked it out for school credit at my "alma mater" (1966-1972) Destin Elementary School. I regret that I don't have any more printed copies to donate, but I will be producing the book on CDs and hope that eventually Amazon will have printed copies for purchase for $13.85 plus tax. God bless you for reading this book, and please share it with your own children. - Athena//

Monday, September 14, 2009

Growing Up Capt. Ben Marler's Daughter

An excerpt:
"Being Daddy's favorite subject when he was taking photography classes at F. S. U. His dark room, which always seemed more sort of red, to me, and watching a floating leaf of curled paper turn into my glossy stained likeness. Reading Archie comic books under the covers to my sister Beth and knowing that Daddy used to do that when he was little. The annual September hunting trips to Colorado. Daddy prepared for and let us "camp" all over the living room devoid of furniture. The living room slumber parties in his pop tent while anxiously waiting for the "Grizzly Bear" to shake up the tent so we all could scream! Shopping trips to Fort Walton Beach to buy new shoes at Kenney's or Fleet's shoe store, and having to buy more when they became tight. Eating hot apple pies and orange drinks at McDonald's in our car in the winter with our engine running because they was no such thing as indoor dining, while we waited for Beth's ballet lessons to be over across the street. The smells of fruited divinity and peals of bells in Sear's shopping for a shirt for Daddy which came not all new and wrinkled on a hanger, but new and all creased up in a wedge of cardboard, pins and plastic wrap." pp. 99-100.

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