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Don't get any marbles up your nose!"Times were different then, and Harriett Dublin lived the childhood of our collective imagination. The family ranch was on White Deer Creek, a part of the blustery West Texas plains. The summer cabin on Bloody Creek in Kansas had a kerosene stove that smoked and an icebox that held a fifty pound block of ice in the top. Instead of having entertainment handed to them, the kids made their own fun. They dug old clothes from the trunks, held a circus parade for the one-block town, and earned a nickel for ice cream at the drug store. Her mother raised the family without a fuss, and her father's words of wisdom were "Don't get any marbles up your nose!" Ride with Harriett through this Texas childhood on the back of the mule wagon chewing cottonseed cakes and working up a darn good spit."
"Warm and friendly stories about a long-ago style of ranch life that remains with us only in memory."
~Elmer Kelton
"Harriett Dublin is a great story teller. Reading her book is the next best thing to being in her company. Her book tells the story of a child with the good fortune of a fertile imagination in a pre-television world of the Texas Panhandle. A little girl, planted in the seemingly endless West Texas landscape, Uses the resources available to her an dthe vocabulary of her ranchland surroundings to create an imaginary friend, Mrs. Hairman Dipinvat.
"If one is invited to get into a car with Harriett, as I have been, one should not hesitate or ask any questions except, perhaps, 'Should I bring a toothbrush?' Her mind remains always curious and the trip will be memorable. If you are not invited for a ride in her car, take a ride in her book. You'll experience a cowboy's landscape thorugh a little girls's mirth." ~John Joseph Dowdle IV (Cactus Jack)
"Lady Bug, you spin a pretty good yarn. I certainly enjoyed reading yore tale."
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