The true story of a young girl's memories growing up in Grandview, Oregon
After serving time at Atlanta Penitetiary for Conspiracy & Injuring a US Revenue Agent, Alonzo (Zonie) Nance, his wife and two sons left for the silver mines of Idaho. After a short stint they moved, in 1917, to the newly formed farming community of Grandview, Oregon, just as a third baby was about to join the family. Alone at a neighbors cabin Vetra felt the baby coming and passed out from the pain as she gave birth to their fist daughter. A neighbor discovered the baby alone and writhing on the bare wooden floor. "I never saw anything so blue and so dirty," she would say. They named her Hope.
When Hope was six her mother died and their grandmother moved in to care for the children while Papa worked in town and could only come home on weekends. Grandmother moved away when Hope was eleven and left the six children to raise themselves. Hope taught herself how to cook and feed the family three meals a day.
Hope was riding before she could walk. "Old Prince was a pony, a strawberry roan gelding, spotted all over. He was my best friend and I talked to him while we rode." It was probably quite a sight to see this small and barefoot strawberry blond riding a srawberry roan bareback at a full gallop, gripping his mane as they flew in the wind.
Hope's story is one of growing up on a homestead, fighting and peacemaking, teaching herself how to cook and finding her way into womanhood. All in the memory of a mother she barely knew.
Publishing in Fall of 2021