TAKING A BOW this fall…Texas Ranch Women: Three Centuries of Mettle and Moxie. The History Press of Charleston opened the chute for this book of some 20 Texas women who, as one said of ranching, it takes, “a little bit of work and a whole lot of love.” The lives of the women in this book reflect that bit of wisdom from one of their own.
Beneath the sunbonnets, Stetsons or high-fashion couture, the women of the Lone Star carved out ranches, breathed new life into spreads and expanded acreage when husbands, sons and fathers fell. Throughout the centuries, women of Texas’s ranches defended home and hearth with canon and shot. They rescued hostages. They nurtured livestock through hard winters and long droughts and drove them up the trails. They built communities and saw to it that faith and education prevailed for their children and for those of others.
These women pioneered the reaches of Texas from the sand dunes of the coast to the timbers of the central region, to the mountains, plains and deserts of the west. The book explores their adventures, their individualism as rugged as any man’s.
- March 2, Abilene Public Library—11:30 – 1:30 pm
- March 15, Austin Pioneer Farms; 2-4 pm
- April 11, Arlington Daughters of the Republic of Texas, 2:30 pm
- April 18, Barnes &Noble, 2-6 pm (with other local authors)
- April 29, Women’s Club of Fort Worth, Texas Library luncheon, 11:30 to 2:30 pm
Signing books at TCU Barnes & Noble…all purple for Homecoming 2014.
Signing books at Daughters of the Texas Republic, Fort Worth.
At Texas Book Festival with The History Press’ representative Bob Barnett.
“My son-in-law gave the book TEXAS DAMES to me for Mother’s Day. I just wanted to let you know how very much I have enjoyed reading and re-reading these stories! Thank you so very much for doing all this research and then writing this book.” (Sara Fulks)
"I loved Texas Dames! Reading it on a road trip across the Lone Star State was a perfect backdrop! My only complaint is that it ended too soon!"
— Melissa Swensen Martin
Texas Dames: Sassy and Savvy Women Throughout Lone Star History.The History Press of Charleston South Carolina https://www.historypress.net/. ISBN 978.1.60949.812.2) has published the collection of “Texas Dames” stories that ran in a couple of dozen community newspapers around the state. The book highlights the women whose lives, lived in uncommon times by today’s standards, nudged and sometimes yanked Texas and Texans into gentler, more enlightened ways. Without them—from the early Indian girl Angelina who greeted strangers and interpreted her Caddo language, French and Spanish for explorers and priests, to a tomboy from Port Arthur-Beaumont who set Olympic track records and then rocked the women’s golf world—Texas would not be the same. Stories come from these women as well as early pioneers, the “Old 300” of Stephen F. Austin renown, business women, doctors, educators, ministers and suffragettes. It’s a calico quilt of Texas history through the eyes and lives of women. The stories and a potpourri of pictures will show readers the grand state’s history and its high stepping women.
CHICKEN SOUP OF THE SOUL: Miracles Happen came out in February, this year, and includes the essay I wrote about a late night trip from Houston to Fort Worth and a “miracle” along the way. My story is called, “Night Bull.”
In 2012’s Chicken Soup of the Soul: The Magic of Mother’s and Daughters, my essay about my mother, our relationship and her last six months appeared. Titled “Burgers and Butterflies.”
A gentleman from the Sudan now living and working in Saudi Arabia wrote: “Your story might be the kiss from my father that God welcomed him in Heaven…the dawn of our loved ones has come no doubt.”
Whispering Spirit, an Historical Family Saga
By Carmen Goldthwaite
FROM CHAPTER ONE
The moonless night enveloped Marseilles. Out beyond the wall, the scent of fresh-plowed dirt filled the air. Stars twinkled and danced on the velvet curtain. A hush draped the landscape until the cathedral bells tolled, tolling not for the hour, but for emergency. City streets sprang to life. Smoke clogged the district. Brigades sloshed water at a blaze, but without intensity.
In the odd silence in her home, well away from the business district, the faint tolling of the bells woke Catherine Marie DeSpain. No one moved about. No snoring. She missed the morning sounds of family and the scent of olivewood smoke drifting up the stone and wood stairwell. She shrugged off her cocoon of hand-sewn quilts and stretched on tiptoes to peer out the small, wood-framed window of her bedroom, overlooking the road to the old port of Marseilles. A lantern from a passing carriage cast shadows that jumped and twitched like puppets on a string. The light flickered and then fell dark. Shod hooves of a team of horses clattered on the cobblestone street. A loud crack like a small pistol shot followed...