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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... town gossips . Roach's story is a funny and wise commentary on mid - century small town mores . In contrast , Betty Wiese- pape's hilarious " Let's Hear It for the Red Shoes " takes an innocent , unhappy young woman out of her small ...
... town gossips . Roach's story is a funny and wise commentary on mid - century small town mores . In contrast , Betty Wiese- pape's hilarious " Let's Hear It for the Red Shoes " takes an innocent , unhappy young woman out of her small ...
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... towns , in which mem- bers organized libraries and encouraged both reading and creative writing . Among the chief promoters of Texas women writers in the state in the years before and during the Civil War was E. H. Cushing , editor and ...
... towns , in which mem- bers organized libraries and encouraged both reading and creative writing . Among the chief promoters of Texas women writers in the state in the years before and during the Civil War was E. H. Cushing , editor and ...
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... hero Sam Houston was in town , tracked him to the office of a local lawyer . She introduced herself to the surprised Houston and the other men and proceeded to sing " Will You Come to the 50 Part I : Civil War to Turn - of - the - Century.
... hero Sam Houston was in town , tracked him to the office of a local lawyer . She introduced herself to the surprised Houston and the other men and proceeded to sing " Will You Come to the 50 Part I : Civil War to Turn - of - the - Century.
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... town for some one to assist him in breaking into his own house . The pretty iron gate turned easily and smoothly on its hinges , and Mr. Langschlaf stepped off his own premises — not into the dusty road that but that morning had led to town ...
... town for some one to assist him in breaking into his own house . The pretty iron gate turned easily and smoothly on its hinges , and Mr. Langschlaf stepped off his own premises — not into the dusty road that but that morning had led to town ...
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... towns — I may say this is one great city , and it is called Universalia . " " Indeed ! well , I presume I have not changed my location since I went to sleep ? I hope I am still in America . " " Yes , so was this part of the world 58 ...
... towns — I may say this is one great city , and it is called Universalia . " " Indeed ! well , I presume I have not changed my location since I went to sleep ? I hope I am still in America . " " Yes , so was this part of the world 58 ...
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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 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.