A WEST TEXAS GIRL GROWS UP

BY:



ME-CELIA ANN DAVIS (YEARY)
8 YEARS OLD-WITH ONE OF MANY
TONI HOME PERMANENTS

One day Daddy came home with two surprises—a used 1940 Ford and a job with an oil company. Both were significant because we had never owned a car

and employment was hard to come by.

The Ford and I were the same age!

MY MOTHER--SEE HER BLACK
EYES? AM I THE SPITTING IMAGE?
SHE WAS 16 IN THIS PHOTO.

MY DADDY--CAN YOU SEE HIS
LIGHT EYES? BABY BLUE-WE CALL
THEM "THE DAVIS BLUE EYES"
HE IS ABOUT 20 HERE.

The year was 1944. We--my parents and two sisters--lived on a small farm in North Texas near Daddy’s parents.

An oil boom had hit Texas. Employment with an oil company was an open door to a better and more secure life, but to become more financially solvent meant leaving home.

ME, IN MY SMART ALECK PERIOD,
TEN YEARS OLD--I ADORED THOSE
JEANS AND SADDLE OXFORDS.
OUR FIRST HOUSE IN SIX YEARS-
TINY, TINY STUCCO.

For the next six years, we were transient and homeless. However, we did have places to "live" in during our odyssey around the South Plains. The five of us lived in motel rooms, boarding houses, two room duplexes, one rented-out room, and a tiny 3 room stucco house.

I grew up on the South Plains, in the northwest portion of West Texas, in Levelland (near Lubbock). There, on the flat table-top Caprock, where the sky looked like a big blue bowl turned upside down on a sea of green cotton or brown plowed soil, our family put down roots.

I THINK I WAS 14 HERE. ALMOST GROWN.

It was the best of times, “the Nifty Fifties", labeled conservative, a classic American era, in which all was right in our country. The fifties decade remains permanently imbedded in my heart and mind, which formed values and beliefs and a way of life. Our family was typical—a father who worked, a mother who kept house and tended to us three girls, and we lived in a house built by our own Daddy’s hands.

ME AND JIM--MY 55TH HIGH SCHOOL REUNION
LAST SUMMER, AND HIS 60TH.
IN LEVELLAND

Fortune was good to me, as I married the best man on earth--a West Texas boy. I was the typical stay-at-home-mommy and good wife...until the mid-sixties exploded. Young men burned their draft cards and young women burned their bras. Even I got caught up in it. However, since I didn't have a very big bra to burn, I put our two children with a babysitter and entered college at age 27. What was I thinking? Life would never be the same.

Now, decades later, I rejoice that I enjoyed a career, learned to play golf and bridge, traveled with my husband, and now have three very tall grandsons who will soon be out on their own.
Look out world!

Writing romance novels, as well as other forms of fiction, takes most of my time these days. I love staying at home after about twenty years of touring Europe, Russia, Scandinavia, Mexico, Canada, and finally the good old USA, from sea to shining sea.

My husband and I live in the Hill Country of Central Texas, among live oaks and mesquite trees, and roaming deer. This is from our screened-in back porch.

OUR FRONT PORCH

I spend much of my time writing and promoting what I write. We are involved in church, the community, a circles of friends, and family.

My working years were spent teaching biology to high school students in a private military boarding school--San Marcos Academy--with mostly international students. What a wonderful job that was--I loved every minute.
However, I took early retirement at age 50 and I began the second half of my life.

I am a lifelong Texan, a member of the Daughters of the Republic of Texas, and everything I write is all Texas.

TEXAS DREAMER: Western Romance: cattle, oil, love, hate, jealousy...revenge. This is the fourth "Texas novel."

First came TEXAS BLUE, then TEXAS PROMISE, then TEXAS TRUE, and now...TEXAS DREAMER.

Now available on Amazon Kindle and Barnes and Noble--ebook-$2.99

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EXCERPT:
She put her arms around the mare's neck and whispered in her ear. The mare nodded, as though saying, "yes" to something. Emilie laughed, rubbed her ears, and patted her neck. She walked all around the horse, touching and talking softly, as though wooing a lover.
Lee couldn't take his eyes off Emilie. Here was her soft side he'd never seen. Would she treat a man...a lover...the same way? Whispering, softly laughing, touching?
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--287 pages--Link to Amazon/Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/Texas-Dreamer-Celia-Yeary-ebook/dp/B00IHPPQ0E/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1392738732&sr=1-7&keywords=celia+yeary

Link to B and N:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/texas-dreamer-celia-yeary/1118672103?ean=2940045702157

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