[bksvol-discuss] Re: Listening Woman
- From: "siss52" <siss52@xxxxxxx>
- To: <bksvol-discuss@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2005 02:04:40 -0500
That is really unfortunate, Jim. I cannot stannd to touch a spider web.
For some reason, when I was small I thought the web was the spider, and
although I know better now,, if there is a big spiderweb somewhere I just
cannot sweep it up because I still feel scared.. My hubby was very
understanding about this and used to get them. They like to build webs in
corners in my garage.
Sue S.
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From: "The Pardees" <fpardee@xxxxxxxxxx>
To: <bksvol-discuss@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Wednesday, April 20, 2005 9:57 PM
Subject: [bksvol-discuss] Listening Woman
Hi everyone,,
I have just submitted Listening Woman by Tony Hillerman from the Wish List.
It was not an easy scan. The book was copyrighted in 1978 and it was the
first edition. Clumps of pages were loose and some had been taped in.
However, with great skill and diligence I was able to get what I hope is a
decent scan. The rank spelling was 99.85 and all the pages are there and in
order.\
There were a number of errors, which I did my best to correct ,but it
really needs a proof reading. Unfortunately, I am unable to read stories
about our native Americans. This is due to a traumatic experienced I
suffered one Halloween when I was four or five.
I was sitting alone in our restaurant kitchen on an ice chest, which was
filled with 100 pound blocks of ice and a large number of crawling lobsters.
I was studying a calendar, trying to discover why each number in a column
was increased by seven, when I heard a low laugh and looked up to see the
horrible scowling face of an Indian peering around the corner of the
doorway. Only the face and one hand were visible, but the hand was
brandishing a hatchet. To my knowledge there was only one Indian in the
town and she was a very nice woman who made and sold Indian war clubs out
of sassafras roots, and this was not a war club, but a bright very sharp
hatchet.
The thought flashed through my mind that I might hide in the ice chest with
the lobsters but the lid was too heavy for me to lift, so I began to scream
and cry.
This resulted in my father dropping the mask and hatchet and coming across
the room to put his arms around me and say he was sorry. But to this day I
do not like to read Indian stories, besides I have six other Wish List
books to do.
Jim
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