Joseph and I labored over our third book, Rockin' Chair Cowboys and Other Short Stories, with a passion. It was given birth on June 30, 2010.
This new baby of ours is a collection of true short stories, recipes and various prom ises from God.
Just imagine sitting on the porch of a country home listening to someone telling a story, as the stars glitter in the midnight blue sky, and an owl hoots in a nearby tree.
We hope to bring back some of that flavor and spirit of the past, blending in a few recent stories. Some stories will speak louder than others. Some might cause you to laugh, and others to cry. Whichever the case, we hope you will ber inspired and motivated.
In addition, you will discover some recipes to whet the appetite. The Bible tells us God gives eternal life, is faithful, comforts us and numerous others. For this reason, we have included many of His promises. May you find peace, comfort and hope in the reading of them.
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EXCERPT:
Holding the Bag
I was young and naive in high school, and it gave me a sense of maturity when allowed to run with three upper classmen.
In 1954, I made a Wednesday night visit into the countryside for a hunting trip with three upper classmen. I felt honored—important—to be included with this group because they all were one year older than me.
In 1954, I made a Wednesday night visit into the countryside for a hunting trip with three upper classmen. I felt honored—important—to be included with this group because they all were one year older than me.
Wilbur, Don, Roy, and I piled into Roy’s 1949 Pontiac and off we went. Roy drove to the country down a long gravel road that seemed to lead to nowhere.
"What are we hunting?” I asked, with an excitement in my voice I couldn’t conceal.
Several of the boys snickered to themselves, but no one answered me. I thought nothing about it, and it thrilled me to be with the older boys.
Roy finally stopped the car in a section surrounded by foot-high grass. It was dusk when we arrived. We stepped out of the car and proceeded to gather wood for our campfire.
Roy and Wilbur kept laughing, but I thought from excitement. I was building up images of our great snipe hunt.
“What’s a snipe?” I asked.
We’d Like To Hear From You
Your reactions to the stories in this book are important to us;we would love to hear from you. Please let us know your favorites and how they have affected you.
In addition, please send us stories you would like to see published in our next book Lost in the Fifties. These stories must be your original story and not taken from other material. They must be stories centered on the years 1950-1959. Now is the time for the baby boomers to shine.
What was your childhood like? What was the lifestyle like back when? Tell us about your first date—first kiss—prom night—the music—the cars—favorite memories.
We will not be able to contact everyone who submits a story, but will certainly notify you if your submission is used. Manuscripts and photocopies cannot be returned.
Send your stories to:
V. M. Wolter
P. O. Box 722405
Houston, Texas 77272
