About Arlene S. Bice

I adopted Bordentown as my home after being born and raised in nearby Hamilton Township, New Jersey. Bordentown sort of wrapped itself around me and never let go. Living there formed and molded me into what I am today. It holds my dearest memories. My present home is in the forests of Macon, North Carolina where my spirituality has deepened . My two rescued, literary psychic cats, Jane and Lizzie share my home and my life. They were named for the Bennet sisters in Pride and Prejudice. They have the same personalities.

I have published four books on New Jersey history; three of those are picture books for the Images of America Series; Bordentown, Bordentown Revisited and New Egypt & Plumsted Township, published by Arcadia. The other is Major Fraser’s, a history of a house and the history it was witnessed. Three books are true stories of hauntings and paranormal phenomena, Ghosts of Bordentown, Haunted Bordentown and my latest is Ghostly Spirits in Warren County, North Carolina and Beyond. In addition, Life & Labyrinth is memoir and poetry.

Writing is as important to me as breathing. Any part of the psychic phenomena gift I have experienced comes down from my maternal grandmother, Elizabeth Urbanski Daniels.


6 responses to “About Arlene S. Bice

  1. Tammy Kube Perilli

    Love it!!! Hope you are well. I have been writing a lot lately. I am going to send you a couple of my writings and see what you think..


  2. Dana K. Murphy

    A distinct ‘fragrance’ from the Ocean Spray cranberry bogs down the road permeated our soccer field on warm afternoons.I was on a working scholarship my second year and was appointed head of Side Help, responsible for dishwashing following meals. I think there were 4-5 of us. The town movie theater was a popular place on Saturday afternoons when we weren’t at a sporting event or studying. Once in awhile, on a Friday night, a volunteer from the White House would take orders for hoagies, soda, doughnuts—, walk into town to shop, and we’d enjoy an early evening picnic of sorts. My first-year roommate, Chris Short, told me one morning at breakfast that he’d once consumed 22 pancakes. A few minutes later I decided to see how close I could get to that number. Well, 18 became my limit that day. And I managed to down 13 fried eggs one mornng. In retrospect, the food supply must have been limitless.This is if you’re still writing about the White House at Bordentown Military Institute. Dana K. Murphy ’58

    • Love it! Thank you for this. Yes, I’ve put the manuscript aside temporarily while I finish another project. So, yes, I’m still collecting stories about the White House. In particular, if anyone had seen or heard anything unusual or unexplainable. But I want to hear stories of normal living there also. If you have more to send, please do. Either here or to my email address: arlenebice1633@gmail.com

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