William H. White

Greetings to all readers and future readers of my books. I am honored and humbled by your presence at my authorcentral page. It is my great privilege to share my thoughts and observations with you.

I never started out to be a writer. It was never a calling. I always knew I could do it if need-be but this was all it was. It never occurred to me that I would ever take computer in hand—at one time it was take pen in hand but those days are gone forever—and begin writing books. It began with the compelling need to document treasure stories and folklore that yours truly was fortunate enough to be exposed to either by word of mouth or occasionally by some rare documentation. I was blessed to be living in an area rich in history and also a place that abounded with colorful events and happenings—the Caballo Mountains of New Mexico, if you will. The tales were tall and the deeds and misdeeds even taller. It is a place that still remains mysterious and beckoning. Many new disciples to the alter of Treasure Hunting arrive here regularly. They are mostly glassy-eyed pilgrims who are filled with the lust for Spanish treasure and all have one thing in common—the absolute conviction that the mountain will soon yield up its secrets to them, but enough of this.

I was born in California in 1943 to a family of migrant workers. We were the remnants of the dust-bowl era mass-migration from Oklahoma to California. I never remember the hardships depicted in the Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck and honestly, I don’t believe we ever had them. Aside from being on the bottom rung of the social pecking-order, it wasn’t a bad life. It all ended with the new prosperity of the fifties and the sixties when better jobs and opportunities became available. Our toils in the fields doing agricultural work were taken over by the migrants from South America—a labor we gladly relinquished.

I have always been a restless soul. After high school I began traveling around the country for the pure joy of it while sampling the beauty and magnificence of this great land. It was the threat of being drafted into the military that forced me back into school. I remained there in scholarly bliss until the Vietnam War erupted. I served honorably with the United States Marine Corps and spent almost the entire year of 1966 in combat. For those wishing to know more about that experience, I recommend the book Reflections where I have included five stories relating to this conflict.

America is a great land with many opportunities still there for those who seek them. It is a land filled with kind and generous people. One of my greatest pleasures in life has been the richness of the friendships and the relationships I have known through the years. Life is a journey down a road that never ends. It is a road filled with choices—some good, some not so good but the beauty and the magnificence of those experiences are priceless and I am privileged to share some of them with you.

Thank you once more for visiting my authorcentral page. You honor me greatly by visiting this place of mine. God bless you all.