IT’S
A DUCK. AND IT’S DEAD!
A
Trail of Adventure Through Six Generations
Occasionally a great-grandchild says
something so startling it becomes the basis for a book title. But first you need the crazy situation that
sets this up.
After years of hearing tales about my
two grandfathers—one, a bastard child
born in Stuttgart,
and the other a Wall Street tycoon who parlayed $500 into millions--I’ve been
lucky enough as well to collect lively vignettes about our six kids, our ten
grandchildren, and our 14 great-grandchildren.
Thus, the trail of adventure which
began in the late 1800s continues until today—with “outside the box” genes
built into our family’s DNA. And never
mind that some of us are connected to the law or medicine, many of the funniest
tales come from members who aren’t necessarily connected to anything—except
themselves.
My husband, Rob, who has a reputation
for popping out with words nobody expects,
has been a consistent mentor, supplying
just the right phrase when I needed
it most. Of course he now thinks he wrote the book.
Newly published in late fall, the
“Duck” has inspired enough enthusiasm so it’s now wandering outside our family
and making itself known.
For those who want copies, it can be
found on Amazon. Or better yet, for an autographed
volume, contact me at Maralys@cox.net. I
can send a book, media mail, for under $3.00,
or two copies, priority mail, for $6.70.
The copy itself is only $10.
Thanks and Merry Christmas to all of
you who take the time to read my blogs.
