Nancy J. Farrier
Dreams That Come True
Growing up in the Midwest had many advantages. Fireflies. Fresh sweet corn. Hay rides. Ice skating on small ponds. Picking berries. Amidst all the wonder and fun was a major disadvantage. Being too far east.
In third grade, yes at nine-years-old, I ran away from home one cold night. You might think I did this because I had a horrible home life, or perhaps a mean family. That wasn’t the case at all. My parents were wonderful and provided a loving home for their three daughters. Even as a young girl, I lived and breathed horses and westerns. I wanted to be a cowgirl and that wasn’t going to happen in Indiana. So a friend and I hatched a scheme. I would sneak away, go to her house, knock on her window, and she would let me in and cut my hair so I looked like a boy. Then I would leave for Texas or parts west and become a cowboy. I could ride horses, chase cows, and eat at the chuckwagon. Between watching Bonanza and reading horse stories, this became my dream.
Well, the best laid plans… When I left in the middle of the night, the door creaked—loudly. I heard my dad getting up, so I had to leave without my clothes and books. (I had to take books. Right?) Needless to say, things went downhill from there. I didn’t make it to Texas and didn’t become a cowgirl, but a few years later my dad bought a horse for me to ride, which did fulfill one desire.
My dreams of the west faded a bit until my family took our first trip to visit family in Colorado, Wyoming and California. I still hear Dad’s voice as he announced we could now see the mountains. I leaned forward to peer through the windshield. There they were in the distance. Majestic. Breath-taking. And, I knew someday I would live where there were mountains.
That goal came true. For more than forty years I’ve lived near the mountains. I still feel the thrill of the majestic vistas, and marvel at the work of God’s hand. Since giving my life to Jesus Christ, my life has become so rich and filled with splendor that surpasses any mountain grandeur.
Most of the stories I write take place in the west because of a love for the beauty and diversity of the terrain, flora and the people. Looking into the history of the Old West has fascinated me for years. I hope to share some interesting historic tidbits with you in the coming months. Check back and see what’s in the news. Maybe there will be something to encourage a dream or two.
My March giveaway is for a tote bag and two of my books, Painted Desert (contemporary), and Grand Canyon Brides, which includes one of my novellas.
Thank you for stopping by.
Nancy J. Farrier