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Friday, August 11, 2006


I have been tagged by MugWumpMom, to participate in an interesting meme.

A Novel Idea:
If you could write a novel about any subject, what would it be? (Just the
subject–don’t give away your plot idea!)

subject–don’t give away your plot idea!)
Or, if just the thought of having to write anything gives you hives, what would you like to read about in a novel that you’ve never seen done before?
Or if you hate reading fiction (you can get counseling for that, you know), what subject might make you change your mind or try it anyway?
"I did write sort of a novel. Actually it is the story of my paternal grandmother's life. Not in book form but on CD's which I gave to all my family.
I gathered all of the info I could about Grandma and kicked my own rear for not listening more carefully to the many stories she told about her life while she was still with us.

With grandma gone I had to question aunties and cousins.
I nearly drove my old auntie Pauline whacky with all the questions I asked her. One day I had a tape recorder running and was tossing out questions miles and hour. Finally at the end of her wits, dear old auntie shouted, "Thats enough! No more questions."
In my story I used every fact I could remember and all I could glean from every one who knew her, and added enough fiction to bring it all together.

I wrote about the places grandma lived and the people she loved. It sounds rather dull when I see it written this way, but actually she lived a very interesting life, with good and bad, happy and sad, and lots of spice & hot peppers thrown in. Oh yes, and there was some manure too.

She was born in Bethany, MO, and later moved to Spring Ranch Nebraska, then with her family traveled in a covered wagon to Whatcom county, WA.
My grandma Lucy lived and Loved, she laughed and cried and she cussed. I mean really cussed. She could embarass the roughest talking man in town. I never discovered where she learned to talk like that but as a child I learned that if I did, I got soap in my mouth or a fat lip.
She was tough as nails, taking care of her farm animals and chores into her sixties. She cut down trees in her woods, bucked them up, split it into firewood and hauled it to her house in a wheelbarrow.

When her hogs got too greedy she stabbed them bloody with her pitchfork, while calling them some of those names I mentioned earlier.
When her grown son complained about having lima beans she whacked him over the head with a hunk of firewood and told him, if you don't like my cookin jest get the he-- out if here."
She smoked butt end Camels or a corncob pipe if she ran out of cigg's. She liked a beer or a glass of whiskey once in a while. Yep, grandma was tough.
But she had a soft side too. She could be so soft spoken and sweet, cuddling the little ones and petting and pampering them. I loved her dearly, but she scared the dickens out of me just the same. I guess thats called 'respect. BIG respect.

When a scraggly and nearly toothless old bear started hanging around her farm house, she took pity on him and fed him a nice big bowl of warm oatmeal each morning because as she put it, "Poor ole thang caint fend fer hisself nomore." Yes grandma was very compassionate at times.
A person would have to write a book to tell Lucy's story, and that's just what I did."

Ok now I did my part. so I am tagging Lucy, Bonnie and Diane.

Now, here’s the rules–if you get tagged (or if you just want to play anyway), you should
Answer one of the above questions on your blog,
Link back to whoever tagged you (or wherever you found the idea)
Tag 5 (or so) other bloggers.
Plus, check out previous responses, and if you know of a novel that pertains to the subject someone wishes they could write or would like to read about, suggest the novel to them in a comment.
One more thing–to make it fit within one of my blog categories (Women’s Voices) , women bloggers only. Sorry guys, catch you next time!