Author: Linda Whiting Willis
Softcover- used
 
Book description
The writing manuals tell us to write from experience, and I have collected experiences just like antiques. Every item in my home has a story behind it and most of my friends could be called 'characters'. I love real people--- those who are not afraid to be themselves, hide, hair, guts and all.
 
When a friend read some of the stories in this book, she looked at me with pity and said, "You've had a hard life." Surprised by her response, I mirrored her pity for I could not image life without 'living'. 
 
I was born to Ethel Johnson and Bernard Snow Whiting on Easter Sunday, March 28, 1937 in Tucson, AZ. My father carried the mail on horseback to the mining towns in southern AZ and they homesteaded a cattle ranch on the side. His moment of fame came when the United Press labeled him the Last Pony Express Rider.
 
Dad sold the ranch and we moved to Oregon during WWII. I grew up in Ashland, wher I met Depsey. We have lived a life of hard work and serious play.
 
Having lived the life of a lineman's wife, I felt that their story needed to be told. We take electricity for granted, never giving a thought to the men who work in the worst of men who work in the worst of conditions, at all hours of the day and night, in a hazardous occupation, so that we might have power. Intermingled with their story is that of a young couple set free by circumstance and allowed to grow according to their own conscience.