Let's Hear It: Stories by Texas Women WritersSylvia Ann Grider, Lou Halsell Rodenberger "Fig newtons" of the imagination and of memory abound in this marvelous collection of twenty-two stories by Texas women. "Fig newtons" such as the magical moment when a dying grandmother teaches Sue Ellen to dance, the red shoes Tammy the Tupperware Princess dons in New Orleans, the yellow thread needed to put Sue Tidwell's quilt together, or weekends of escape and sisterhood spent in El Paso's McCoy Hotel. The stories chosen here--and introduced and placed in their historical and literary context by editors Sylvia Ann Grider and Lou Halsell Rodenberger--together weave a story of their own: the story of women's writing in the Lone Star State. From 1865, when a prescient science fiction work was serialized in the Galveston newspaper, until the present, women have written of a different Texas than the stereotypical Wild West of men's writing. Beverly Lowry, Carolyn Osborn, Annette Sanford, Denise Chavez, Katherine Anne Porter, Judy Alter, Joyce Gibson Roach, and others have told a range of stories that capture the range of circumstances, feelings, and experiences Texas women have known and lived. As Susan Wiltshire Ford writes in "The Quilt," "any grief was bearable if you could tell a story about it or make a story out of it." Texas women have borne grief and laughter, hope and memory by telling a story. Let's hear it. |
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... face the inevitable together with the narrator . Lowry , Osborn , and Sanford inherited a rich legacy from those early writ- ers who exemplified both unflinching devotion to their work and steady at- tention to technique . Indeed ...
... face the inevitable together with the narrator . Lowry , Osborn , and Sanford inherited a rich legacy from those early writ- ers who exemplified both unflinching devotion to their work and steady at- tention to technique . Indeed ...
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... face ; " I wouldn't wake you up again if you slept five hundred years ! " " Umph ! I wish I could , " muttered Mr. Langschlaf , as he fell back upon the rug he had spread beneath a wide - spreading elm , and resumed his interrupted ...
... face ; " I wouldn't wake you up again if you slept five hundred years ! " " Umph ! I wish I could , " muttered Mr. Langschlaf , as he fell back upon the rug he had spread beneath a wide - spreading elm , and resumed his interrupted ...
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... face , " cried a little boy , " all full of little ridges . " " This is very disagreeable , " said Mr. Langschlaf . " I really don't see what there is about me to create such excitement . " " It is your age , Sir , " said the Professor ...
... face , " cried a little boy , " all full of little ridges . " " This is very disagreeable , " said Mr. Langschlaf . " I really don't see what there is about me to create such excitement . " " It is your age , Sir , " said the Professor ...
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... faces of welcome to the door as the gentlemen entered , and greeted their father with enthusiasm . The introduction of a stranger caused no embarrassment to the family group . They received him cordially and soon found himself entering ...
... faces of welcome to the door as the gentlemen entered , and greeted their father with enthusiasm . The introduction of a stranger caused no embarrassment to the family group . They received him cordially and soon found himself entering ...
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... face which reflected every emotion of her soul . Next morning at breakfast the host said to Langschlaf . " Was I right in my prophesy ? " " Yes , " answered Langschlaf with a candor that surprised himself— " I was charmed indeed . " " I ...
... face which reflected every emotion of her soul . Next morning at breakfast the host said to Langschlaf . " Was I right in my prophesy ? " " Yes , " answered Langschlaf with a candor that surprised himself— " I was charmed indeed . " " I ...
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Winifred Balch Mahon Sanford | 135 |
Katherine Anne Porter | 154 |
Margaret Cousins | 165 |
Annette Sanford | 275 |
Joyce Gibson Roach | 293 |
Sunny Nash | 311 |
Denise Chavez | 323 |
Susan Ford Wiltshire | 341 |
Betty Holland Wiesepape | 349 |
Judith MacBain Alter | 361 |
Jan Epton Seale | 374 |
Loula Grace Erdman | 183 |
Jane Gilmore Rushing | 197 |
Beverly Lowry | 214 |
Carolyn Osborn | 231 |
Laverne Harrell Clark | 248 |
Leslie Jill Patterson | 388 |
Short Story Collections by Texas Women Writers | 403 |
Major Collections of Texas Short storm Containing Stories by Texas Women | 407 |
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Page 164 - She screamed in her sleep and sat up crying for deliverance from her torments. Dicey came, her cross, sleepy eyes half-closed, her big dark mouth pouted, thumping the floor with her thick bare feet. "I swear," she said, in a violent hoarse whisper. "What the matter with you? You need a good spankin, I swear! Wakin everybody up like this ..." Miranda was completely subjugated by her fears. She had a way of answering Dicey back. She would say, "Oh, hush up, Dicey." Or she would say, "I don't have to...
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Page 163 - the fruits of their present are in a future so far off, neither of us may live to know whether harm has been done or not.
Page 52 - My father's columns and papers are now held at the Center for American History at the University of Texas at Austin. In the present volume, his articles appear as originally published, with no substantive changes. Since his editors sometimes were inconsistent in spelling a word such as "programming," I have reconciled these discrepancies.
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Page 156 - This constant exercise of memory seems to be the chief occupation of my mind, and all my experience seems to be simply memory, with continuity, marginal notes, constant revision and comparison of one thing with another. Now and again thousands of memories converge, harmonize, arrange themselves around a central idea in a coherent form, and I write a story.