tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157905786947425443.post8668855819661567131..comments2023-10-29T04:09:42.109-04:00Comments on The Edit Cafe: There's No Place Like Home!JoAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16027015583205497259noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157905786947425443.post-82860947649918288562007-07-27T13:17:00.000-04:002007-07-27T13:17:00.000-04:00Nice to have you back, Becky. I live in New Mexico...Nice to have you back, Becky. I live in New Mexico and drive to Oklahoma at least 2 time a year (16 hours) sometimes 3. Along the way, I see all kinds of scenery that draw stories to mind. Something that never fails to caught my attention is the old windmills. My grandmother had a big one in her back yard that we played around. She'd come out and we'd pull up water from the well that sit right between the legs of that old windmill. In my mind's eye I can see the women of her youth as I recall stories that she told me of how things were as a girl for her. Writing about such things is like touching a part of my grandmother's life that would not have been possible for me any other way. Thanks for bringing up this topic. It's interesting to see what the other commmenters have to say about the subject, too.<BR/><BR/>RhondaRhonda Gibsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02381590968914554470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157905786947425443.post-62951550818286549202007-07-27T10:23:00.000-04:002007-07-27T10:23:00.000-04:00I don't know about a place I visit that inspires m...I don't know about a place I visit that inspires me.<BR/>But your comment about the ancestor losing his wife in childbirth is something I draw on. That happened so much in the days before antibiotics and other medical intervention. Children were lost too, so often.<BR/>My mom is the product of a second marriage, the first wife died in childbirth. I drew on some of that for Petticoat Ranch.<BR/>My father's father was the oldest of nine children, one husband two wives.<BR/>My MIL had her second child around 1945 and she ran a fever after the birth. They gave her a shot of penicillin. She was one of the first to ever get it. She said if that had happened with her first child she'd have died. She called it Child Bed Fever and said it killed new mothers all the time.<BR/>An infection was fatal.<BR/>So when we write historical novels filled with widowers and widows and orphans, there's just a LOT of truth in it.<BR/>This is the first time in history that people expect to die when it's there turn.Mary Connealyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09598386111251769803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157905786947425443.post-22425426094648422532007-07-27T09:19:00.000-04:002007-07-27T09:19:00.000-04:00Great, great post, Becky. Right up my alley. I lov...Great, great post, Becky. Right up my alley. I love all things historical. My Heartsong novel The Tender Heart was inspired by a visit to the Manatee Park Historical Village in Bradenton, Florida. As I looked at the old settler's house--called a "cracker gothic cottage"--I "saw" a young woman in a tattered dress on the porch. That young woman became Sebbie, my heroine.<BR/><BR/>As to your statement of how the settlers endured, I like thinking about that, too. I'm currently re-reading Young Pioneers by Rose Wilder Lane, daughter of Laura Ingalls Wilder. Originally titled Let the Hurricane Roar, it's a novel-based-on-fact chronicling Laura and Almonzo's first years together as settlers. What horrible things they endured! I guess the key word is that they DID endure.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for your post.Kristy Dykeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09513637012962943901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157905786947425443.post-8446312159765861302007-07-26T19:42:00.000-04:002007-07-26T19:42:00.000-04:00Your picture of the open prairie made me miss home...Your picture of the open prairie made me miss home. I'm a Salina girl. When we drive on I-70 west through the Flint Hills and out onto the prairie, my husband always says I sigh with contentment. There really is no place like home.Erica Vetschhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08772984806574666959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157905786947425443.post-76024107048700221922007-07-26T18:20:00.000-04:002007-07-26T18:20:00.000-04:00Mine is exactly 1000 miles away! I love our home i...Mine is exactly 1000 miles away! I love our home in Florida. We live on an island, and our house is a block from the beach. But after over seven years here, I'm really missing my home state of Missouri. I'm working on talking my husband into bouncing back and forth between the Ozark Mountains and here. My mind is bursting with story ideas from all the history up there.<BR/><BR/>I'm glad you all had a safe and enjoyable trip!<BR/><BR/>PaigeThe Write Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17474038917169204501noreply@blogger.com