Title: Dobyns
Chronicles
Author Name: Shirley
McLain
Author Bio:
I was born in the bay area of
California but my family moved my sister and I back to Oklahoma,
where they were both from. I’ve lived many different places but I
always come back home.
I started the sixth grade in the
Oklahoma school system and graduated in 1967. I started to college
for a nursing degree but decided that “my man” was much more
important. I became an RN with an Associate degree in 1971. Then
many years later I went back to school with my sister who was also an
RN and we obtained our Bachelor’s degree in nursing.
I am married to a man who spoils me
rotten, and I love it. I have two grown children, six grandchildren
and twin Great-grandsons. My family has grown by leaps and bounds.
My husband and I now have a fur family at home. We have five dogs
and three cats and they are all spoiled rotten. It’s like living
in a house full of three year olds. When one is not into something
another one is.
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Book Genre: Historical Fiction
Publisher: Xlibris
Release Date: May 2014
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Book Description:
Dobyns Chronicles is about a young boy
whose father was a cowboy and whose mother was Cherokee Indian. His
parents worked very hard on their ranch to raise their children and
survive, but tragedy ends Charlie’s way of life. He finds that it
is up to him to raise his siblings, David and Viola. His passion for
dignity and life is what helps him to survive.
This book allows you to follow his life
and live the adventures, ups and downs that shaped him into the man
that he became and that of his family for generations. It’s a book
of twists and turns, and a rollercoaster of emotions that will make
it hard for you to put the book down.
Excerpt:
Ma was Cherokee Indian. She had some
different ways about her, but she was a Christian. I think Pa said
she was Church of Christ, so I think that made us Church of Christ
also.
Ma was strict on us boys. I can't tell
you the number of times she warmed our backside with Pa's belt or
washed our mouths out with soap for saying a curse word. Pa could get
away with it, but my brother and me sure couldn't.
Since Viola was too small to be of
help to Ma. Until Viola was old enough, David and me helped with
house chores. We also helped Pa out in the field. Most of the time, I
was the one in the field and David took care of the chores around the
house. He may have been small, but he sure was strong. I guess we
were all strong, from cutting wood, pulling water from the well and
general hard work.
It seemed like Ma was always making
clothes, and cooking even though I knew she did other chores. She
taught Viola how to make butter at an early age. Ma let her move the
dasher up and down in the churn for as long as she could. I think Ma
was helping Viola develop muscles like us boys. Sometimes Ma would
have Viola go out to the woodshed and pick up small pieces of wood
for kindling. That sturdy old wood cook stove used lots of wood. That
stove would use a couple ricks of wood a year.
In the summertime, Ma got up early and
got the rest of us up, and built a fire outside to cook, so we
wouldn't have such a hot house. She’d usually cook enough at one
time to keep us fed all-day I can still taste those biscuits made in
the Dutch oven. We always had fresh honey or molasses to eat with our
biscuits. Times were good then. It’s strange what kids think they
know, but really don't.
The summer I turned six, was a dry and
hot one with plenty of lightning storms, but no rain. We had a large
crop of corn standing in the field ready to harvest for livestock
feed. I’d ate my fill of fresh corn, so now the stalks and ears
were continuing to dry. Pa took some of the ears and had it ground
for ma, so she could make her crackling corn bread and mush during
the winter. We loved that sweet corn meal mush for breakfast.
Sometimes she would put it in a bread pan and let it get cold, slice
it and then pan fry it for lunch. I remember the temperature being so
hot outside; I could feel my skin burn through my shirt.
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