Inside the pages he’d written were roosters that smoked stogies, donkeys that nipped at the vine, and goats with top hats and tails. His characters brought life to the stories he told of yester-year, and then there was Anna who gave it all for the teams of mules and horses she dedicated her life to saving. Who could forget the blue calico bonnet so representative of Anna, sitting by the well?
Oris George is 80.
A man so bold as to ride in the rose bowl parade with his mules, so daunting as to travel the world degree in hand fulfilling his dreams, and return spirited enough to write the stories of his youth and market them on his own. His efforts carry over into the thrill he offers those both young and old who know him, greeted by a kindly slap upside the head, a handshake, or a tender hug. This man wages war on new fangled frivolity and declares the good times of days gone by in the same pages.
Oris George dares to live… again and again between the pages along the back roads.
With a down-home drawl and gentle humor, Oris George transports the reader back in time Along the Back Roads of Yesterday, a new collection of tales drawn from his memories of growing up in the 30’s and 40’s. Suzanne Steil Retired Educator If you weren’t a farm kid in the 1940’s and 50’s, it is not too late to correct your education, and this is just the book that can do it. Follow Oris George and his contentious friend, Henry, as they journey through life in a world where the chores are as endless as the summers, the odor of fresh baked pies sweetens the air, and a smile from a teenage carhop can lead to serious heart palpitations. Ava Betz Prowers County Historian Oris George has a deft hand for capturing his characters so clearly you’ll feel you knew them for some time. Some stories will make you laugh and others may make you cry, but all of them will make you think and feel and you can’t ask for more than that from any author.
Did you ever wonder what ole mule writers do on Saturday night?
Sleep, silly! Of course, we sleep. We have to get up on Sunday morning and go to Sunday meeting.
That’s the kind of thing you learn on a site where the every day events take center stage. You learn about the every day events of life, nostalgia they call it these days, that keep people out there being people.
you might find out what I had for dinner, or how to cook it. Or you might find that I know how to sew and weave, and write a book. You might even find out that Elmer Coyote has fleas and we don’t let him come around the house now because he might bring the plague up from the river bottom. Or I might even share that some folks believe cut onions left on saucers around your home gather up germs and save folks from the ravages of the plague, when nothing else worked. Because I lived a long time, and I know things like that…
That’s the kind of think ole mule writers write about…
What about you? What kinds of things do you like to think about?