“I pressed my thumb firmly upon it and drew gently back the rod. At the same instant something struck my hook that nearly carried me off my feet.”
I just arranged two events to promote my book, Adventures in Yellowstone: Early Travelers Tell Their Tales, in the lobby …
” … a story is a description of what happens when a person encounters a situation that demands a response.”
“As I fell, my right arm was thrust violently through the treacherous surface into the scalding morass.”
“Sometimes tree stumps were too tall to let the wagons pass …. [and] the party had to hitch a team to the back of the wagon and pull it back so they could cut the stump lower.”
I compare my efforts to those of nineteenth century prospectors searching for gold. Sometimes they saw huge nuggets lying on the surface, so they just bent over and picked them up.
Mabel said “Dolly” saved her life “by instantly stopping when … my saddle turned, leaving me hanging head downward, helplessly strapped in until the others could reach me.”
There I was in the beautiful lobby of Aspen Pointe, an independent living facility run by Deaconess Hospital in Bozeman. …
Here’s one of the stories I plan to share at my “Stong Women” presentation this afternoon.
My collection of first-person accounts includes dozens of stories about women. Take a look around this blog and tell me which stories you think would be most interesting to them.