BRANDON WISCONSIN R.R.-2 ZIP-53919
As I sit down to my trusty typewriter, rain is falling with increasing impetus upon our waiting earth. One feels the promise in it, for it is a living thing.
In our back yard, my husband's big Minny, still awaits her first surge of steam to set her steel-spoked wheels turning in eager response to the pressure of steam in the boiler. Only then can she come alive. The morning is dark and dreary, but I tell myself, 'This too will pass.'
On the Sunday past we had a visiting minister in our church who preached quite convincingly on the signs of hope in our days of turmoil. I knew as he spoke that he would, awaken in me some thoughts to put on paper. He was a man who could say more in ten minutes than some men say in an hour. And isn't it the quality of words rather than the quantity which we are seeking? Certainly we all know some individual who talks, and talks, and talks, and never says anything worthwhile.
And even more familiar to us, at this time, are the peddlers of filth, through words, which fill our library shelves. I read one such book recently, not because I wanted to, but because it was being 'raised to the skies' through a slick job of promotion, both as a book and a movie. As a writer, I felt I must read it to talk about it with some intelligence. No lady ever talked to her lover like that lady did. No one I would call a lady. And yet she was the prominent character in the book.
I finished with that mess as I was comfortably curled up in my bed. I laid it beside me, wondering if I was fit to pray. But I couldn't stand it there. I got to my feet, sleepily, and shuffled it and myself out to the kitchen door, where I could return it to my neighbor next morning, EARLY! Then I slept!
Now let me tell you about one lady (who is a lady) and what she is planning to do about some of the material which isn't spicy enough for some of our readers. She contends people are not getting what they would like to read. So she is starting her own publishing house after years of being a literary agent. If all goes as planned she will publish a volume of my poetry for the Christmas trade. She is working on it now.
But her first two books will be coming out in July, and I would be so happy if many orders for them would come from you faithful readers. You know, we all have to fight this trend toward dirtier and dirtier books. If you need a gift for someone you love, why not make it a good book? Ask your local library to get books from this publishing house. Take it up with your book store. We have every right to promote something good to counteract all the ruination of morals we see around us. Get them into your school libraries, your church libraries. She can't do this thing alone. Get that old steam engine that is you, steamed up for summer. The public gets what it wants, and you are a part of that public. As well as I know there are over 8,000 readers of this magazine. THINK WHAT YOU COULD DO!
Remember the Days by Kenneth Sollitt is one of the books. It is a story of a family with pioneering courage and perseverance, and unwavering faith in themselves and God. It is a book to lift the reader's spirits and make him glad to be an American; to define for young readers the qualities of fortitude and personal integrity and endeavor on which our country was founded.
The author is a Protestant minister, now serving Christianity in a church in Albuquerque, New Mexico. His feet are firmly planted in grass roots American soil, having grown up in Iowa, and served for twenty years in a small Michigan church, helping it to expand with the town and the country.
Dr. Sollitt and I were good friends before we ever knew that our work was going to be picked by the same publisher. How wonderfully God works!
The other book which will come out in July, the first, to be exact, will be The Hired Men of Laureldale and is written by Hazel Andrews of the New England states. There she lectures, and writes for some of the local and farm publications. She writes of hired men of all ages and nationalities who came and went from their New England Farm. Some of these men have left a heritage of devotion to their work, and as they lived with the family have often become treasured friends. I am looking forward to reading both of these books.
Somehow, I feel these are books for our Steam Engine Family. I also want to pass on to you this note the editor sent me. This is what she has to say . . .
Douglas-West Publishers is a California-based company, dedicated to the publication of books for readers with homes and families, and high standards of decency and responsibility which make up the solid mainstream of the country. Its founders grew up in 'grass-roots' America Indiana, Kansas, and Oregon. They believe that these readers have been short-changed by too many publishers for the past decade. They also believe that such readers are fed up with sensationalism and pornography, and perhaps are now angry enough to welcome a publishing company with ideals and standards of quality, and the determination to do something about them. (unquote.)
So here it is right in your lap. The address is:Douglas-West Inc. Publishers 1775 N. Orange Drive Los Angeles, California 90028
Remember the Days $6.95
The Hired Man $5.95
Flyers are available for promoting these books. Write for them.
Thank you for your concern for the state of my health. After two days in the hospital, and plenty of rest, I am 'fit as a fiddle' again, and so thankful.