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.
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