Radical.possibilities

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  Evelyn E Hi. I just published my own book so check it out at says

  Hi. I just published my own book so check it out at
  http://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx?bookid=84427

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Eliza W says

  good to have the reviews ... and unlike amazon you can ask questions too.

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  Eliza W says

  Hello Dear Radical Possiblities ( great name btw) I too burst into spontaneous chorus of hallelujah and praise to the Great and Holy Spirit. I had to smile when I read that in your info. So I am really pleased you accepted my friendship here on Shelfari. happy new year to you, dear friend xxx

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  roger c. elliott says

  Hi, from Roger C. Elliott. I would like to offer you a sample of my new book and here it is:
  (If you like it, I would appreciate a short review on Amazon.com or Barnes and Noble. Thanks, I hope you enjoy.)
  
  from Roger C. Elliott's What "Back Then" Was Like and stories passed on by ancestors: (by permission of the author)
  Granddad was not to be disturbed because he was out there pulling the tooth. Well, Dad understood and decided to leave him alone. So, after about an hour, Dad called again to see if Granddad was feeling any better. Again, Mammaw answered the phone. This time she commented that he's still outside. Well, Dad told Mom we were going "over home." She and I got into the old pick up and the three of us started out. When we got there he seemed to be doing better. He was sitting on the front porch. This was where he often was when we arrived so we expected that he was better. As we walked down the steps from the street, he sat still. He was very pale and he was biting on a white cloth. He couldn't talk. He was still in pain. So, Mom asked him if he maybe should go on to the dentist, he shook his head and appeared angered. At that point everone seemed to chime in and insist that Granddad get to the doctor. What we didn't know at the time was that this "tough ole bird" had taken care of the situation himself by pulling not one but all of his teeth with a pair of pliers! Not believing in going to a medical doctor and never having been to a dentist (as far as I knew), he had developed an incredible pain tolerance.
  With this kind of pain tolerance, I still cannot understand how this old mountain man who came from Eastern Kentucky, was ever squirmish about anything that life had to offer. However, there was one thing he just couldn't shake. See, according to Dad, Granddad was once an accomplished five-string banjo player, but I had never heard him play. I hadn't even seen a musical instrument "over home." Over the years I had heard numerous times that he was once a very good musician. But there was somehow an unwritten rule about never mentioning the banjo around "Poppie." With this on my mind one day, and because I felt I could ask Granddad anything, I figured on asking him about the days when he played. I just wanted to hear him play, after all I really didn't know what a banjo sounded like first hand. So, while Granddad was sitting in his chair near the front door I proceded to inquire about it.
  "Granddad, can you still play the banjo?"
  "What? How do you know?"
  "I just heard you were good."
  "Yeh, I use to."
  "Do you ever play anymore?"
  "New, I don't. Haven't played since I was back in Sandy Hook."
  "Could you play if you really wanted too-if you got your fingers back in shape?"
  "Don't know, but will never know. I won't play that thing anymore. Something happened. I can't play again."
  I knew by the tone of his voice that he didn't want to be questioned about it any more. So, I waited until I could ask Dad about why Granddad didn't play music anymore. Although he looked at me closely before he rendered an answer, he finally told me that Granddad told him that back in Kentucky, Granddad was sitting playing his banjo when something happened. He said that is why he wouldn't play any longer.
  "Yeh, that's what Granddad said. But, what happened?" I asked.
  "Well he said he was just sittin' there playin' like he always did...In his chair, but he was playin' his banjo a fast one. And right in the middle of the playin' he heard something right above his head. It was somethin' in the attic. It sounded like it was dancin' along with the music. Well, he said it scared him so much that he put it down and never picked it up again."
  "What was it?" I asked again.
  "Don't know. All I know is that he never played again and told me after that happen'd he felt it was wrong to play-like it was sacreligous. --He had it in his mind that the devil or somthin' was in the attic when he was playin' and figured that if that was happenin', it must be wrong to play."
  This was, remember, the same man who was tough enough to kill snakes with his bare hands and yank out every tooth in his mouth with a pair of pliers! But sure enough, something happened that day in Kentucky that scared him to the point he'd never pick up his banjo again.
  (permission granted by the author, What "Back Then" Was Like: and stories passed on by ancestors Roger C. Elliott)

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  SmilingirlBlue says

  It's so nice to receive your notes. I keep finding more and more books. Abi and Genea may be moving back to Colorado.

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  SmilingirlBlue says

  Wow, you must have lived, breathed and slept that series!

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  SmilingirlBlue says

  Not yet, sweetie. As you say, it is an autobiography built of books. I'm trying to keep up with my new thrift store and library books, of which I now have piles again--even though I bought another yard sale book shelf for all the children's books. The Christmas books are still packed away though, for the holidays.

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