MY FIRST DAY AT JANE LONG
As for myself, I was all gussied up in a big ol’ felt cowboy hat with a feathered band, a shiny silver buckle slapped onto a cowhide leather belt with my name stenciled on the back, and brown leather Durango cowboy boots.
The Memoir
EDITING WITH MARCIA TRAHAN
Marcia’s careful review of both manuscripts have provided new insight and direction.
BETINA ARRIVES
Burdell and Mom were so confident the baby was going to be a boy, we painted the baby’s room blue.
MISSION TRIP TO MEXICO
I had never been to Mexico before and didn’t know a lick of Spanish. If my zeal for serving The Lord wasn’t already sealed, it was about to be.
LIFE ON LIDO LANE
“The Demon Box,” Burdell called it. In other words, Demons from Hell could leap out from something as evil as NBC Nightly News and possess us.
THE DEACON & MY MOTHER
In what smelled like the belch of an Arabian camel, Burt’s Evil Twin grumbled with a mouthful of sunflower seeds, “I’m marrying your mother.”
THE DEATH OF GRANDDAD
The following is an excerpt from The Memoir. It’s a pivotal moment in the story and stands alone on its own.
PROOF
As soon as I finished the final draft of my memoir, I discovered this invaluable artifact from February 26, 1990.
