ISBN 978-1-60264-262-1 (soft). $14.95. 304 pages.
When Jim and I saw the round red target staring up through its cellophane wrapper, we snatched the package and scampered up the attic stairs. I never imagined the cigarettes belonged to anyone. I thought they were left behind and long since forgotten... Before World War II, at big family gatherings in the country, I found glory in acting big, romping with my brother and cousin, challenging a banty rooster, braving a treacherous bridge, taming a wild kitten, jumping from a haymow, and other country adventures.
Compared to those Sunday highlights, life in our cramped three room house in Windsor paled. Mom tried to make a nice home and spice up her kids' lives, but as often as we could, my brother and I burst from that house to make our own fun slaying enemies, building architectural marvels, and eluding the Rivvel Woman.
In this book, I muse about my grandmother's late nineteenth century life, travel through my 1930s and 1940s childhood, face childhood's end, then step into the twenty-first century and peek at the last days of the few aunts and uncles left from those big family gatherings.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I've traveled a packed road since my birth in 1933. While on that road, I acquired a BS, an MA, and twenty-five years of teaching's bruises, successes, smiles, and love. I retired from teaching in 1983 and now live with my three errant huskies on an Alaskan ridgetop in a house powered by solar panels and wind generator.
I have noticed that retired folks who have a hobby or some other compelling interest seem happier. To keep my brain alive, I've taken up writing. That keeps the juices flowing, gives me fun, and, when I toss my lines in publishing waters, enough bites to spur me on.
Login to review this product
