Oris George Along the Back Roads

Along the Back RoadsWhen you leave the highways, the big cities and civilization behind, you find yourself on the Back Roads, in the middle of an America that some believe have been forgotten. Even nostalgic remembrances cannot belie the cozy comforts of home and back roads. These stories, you’ll remember…

An experience of back roads living, along the Back Roads of Yesterday with Oris George, you’ll meet Anna… Sitting alone at the well pump, her hat in her hand.

Or you’ll meet General, the Buff Orpington rooster, who threatened to pluck Oris’ eyes right out of his head, with his mother standing well within ear shot.

Or it just may happen that you’ll wind up riding in the wagon, as Oris takes eggs and vegetables to town, and arrive back home with mule apples in your hair, and covering your sorry hide, because nobody… Even Oris, can trust a stubborn old mule.

Stories of Yesterday

Back Roads When you travel along the back roads, you don’t always see a lot of people.

Sometimes, you just move through the country side, taking up space…

And then you realize you’ve traveled quite a distance. You might be fortunate enough to see an old timing headed your way who will tell you stories, and share something about their lives.

About the Author

Evidently, the older a man gets the whiter his whiskers get, and when he grows them out, people call him things like Santa Claus. Or so they say…

The challenge is to grow old with attitude, at least enough to keep away the bad guys, and enough grace to let the nice folks remain in your life. So, does he still drink his own bath water, or has he outgrown that habit? If you see him, ask…

Oris GeorgeOris George lives in Colorado, a little closer to the river than he’d probably like, with a few more birds than he wants to listen to, and more often than not, he would rather be working with mules, donkeys, dogs, or kids.

His memories are peppered with enchanting stories picked up along the back roads through years of yesterday. His unique style of taking readers along the paths of boyhood adventures, days long past, and the gentler times we all wish we could once again experience, brings out the child in each of us. Capers only a young boy, a mule, a donkey, a dog, and friends could endure vanished along with the era of lemonade on the porch and Grandma’s home-baked cookies on Friday afternoon.

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