I tried to find it on the Big River Books and More site, but apparently it’s not available there. The only place I could find where it was available was the author’s website. When I tried to go there, I got the message: “The owner of has configured their website improperly. To protect your information from being stolen, Firefox has not connected to this website.”
In addition to dolls and stuffed animals, I also had Lincoln Logs, Kiddicraft building blocks (think of Legos that were about an inch long and half inch wide), a set of girdle and panel building pieces to make skyscrapers, plastic figures of cowboys & indians and another that had horses and cowboys all with their legs bowed so they could fit on the horses, more plastic figures of soldiers, a toy cap pistol complete with holster, and of course a cowgirl hat and boots! My first bicycle was a “boys” bicycle because he didn’t know there was a different frame for girls when he bought it. My mom made him take it back and exchange it. My mom never learned how to ride a bicycle, so a neighborhood mom of 6 kids—five boys and one girl—taught me how to ride.
My dad was so overly protective that he refused to teach me how to drive. (Another trait of the parents of an only child.) So when he was on a 2 week hunting trip to Wyoming with his brother, mom signed me up with a driving school and by the time dad got home, I had the learner’s permit and the required road hours for a license. I had passed the county test drive. Surprisingly, my dad was the one who took me to the DMV and co-signed for my first driver’s license. (I still have the copy of the form with his signature. I’m a packrat.) Unfortunately, I had learned to drive a car with automatic shift and both our truck and 57 Chevy had standard clutch shifts. Dad wouldn’t teach me how to manage the clutch. Mom kept at him about the advantages of me having a car I could actually drive. When he realized I would become Mom’s chauffeur instead of him, he sold the ’57 chevy to my cousin and bought a ’64 Nash Rambler Station wagon! (It was 4 years old and cost $600.)
On little known aspect of being an only child, especially a girl child, is that you end up being both the son and the daughter. I learned to cook and sew and clean with my mother. I learned to hike, make household repairs, change a tire, fish, and shoot a gun with my dad. I was too tenderhearted to become a hunter, much to his disappointment. (And no, I don’t consider myself to be nonbinary or transgender. I just absorbed both masculine and feminine from my parents.)
My ugly, black refrigerator is covered in turkey, pumpkin, pilgrim, and colorful leaf magnets. The largest magnet is a 12 inch tall turkey wearing a pilgrim’s hat.
I’ve already put my Christmas village on my piano, tuned by car radio to a station that has already started playing my Christmas Favorites playlist on my iPod. It takes a little over 6 hours to play that list. There are 4010 songs and carols in my whole Christmas playlist. It would take 8.4 days to play the entire list.
I tried to find it on the Big River Books and More site, but apparently it’s not available there. The only place I could find where it was available was the author’s website. When I tried to go there, I got the message: “The owner of has configured their website improperly. To protect your information from being stolen, Firefox has not connected to this website.”