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As the Memphis Line was pushing eastward through the virgin Ozark hills, railroad officials realized that watering stations were needed every 8 to 10 miles. One such station was built on the future site of the town of Mansfield. In 1882, F.M. Mansfield and George Nettleton officially established the town. Noted for its rolling hills and abundance of natural water sources, Mansfield became known as the "Gem of the Ozarks." Early settlers that were drawn to the area established local businesses, including orchards, canning factories, and mines. Farming became an essential way of life for most rural residents. Today, the town is famous as the place where author Laura Ingalls Wilder, who lived here from 1894 until her death in 1957, wrote her renowned Little House books. It was also the boyhood home of Major League Baseball player Carl Mays, who at one point was a teammate of Babe Ruth.
The history of Jane [Martin] Henderson and husband Thomas Henderson (1752-1821) of Rockingham Co., NC, and children: Dr. Samuel Henderson, Alexander Martin Henderson, Mary [Henderson] Lacy, Col. Thomas Henderson, Jane [Henderson] Kendrick, Nathaniel Henderson and Fanny [Henderson] Springs, and their descendants
Join Rosie as she learns about life, horses, and God from her grandmother and the horses they love. "Oh, Jet, you're the most beautiful pony in the world." Rosie put her hands on each side of Jet's head and gave the pony a kiss on her velvety muzzle. Jet nodded her head as if agreeing with Rosie. Grandma unlatched the stall door and led the pony out. "She certainly is. She's even prettier than her mother, Ebony, was. You remember Ebony was your mother's pony when she was a little older than you, Rosie. Ebony taught your mom to ride, just like Jet is teaching you. After your mom and aunt, Julie, outgrew her, many of my students learned to ride on Ebony." "Well, I'm never going to outgrow Jet....
"Irene McCoy's humorous memoir begins in a blue-collar suburb outside of Chicago. The precocious youngster comes of age during the 1950s while putting up with an authoritative father, fearing the dreaded Commies, and haunted by the horrors of a nuclear holocaust. Later, as a married woman, she resigns herself to repeatedly packing up and following her journalist husband from cramped rooms in the Midwest and New York to accommodations in post-war Germany, none of which were likely to be featured in Better Homes and Gardens. Early on, she finds herself with a two-year-old in a country where she's out of milk and diapers and stores are about to close for the weekend. Aha, so this is what angst is. While the author occasionally embellished a few facts and changed the names of some characters for the sake of privacy, Only Gypsies Move on Sunday will be welcomed by readers who enjoy a sly peek into the often-frantic lives of their contemporaries.
While cleaning rooms at the New Orleans Jazzy Hotel as a favor for a friend, professional maid Charlotte LaRue stumbles upon the dead body of a young woman, which leads her to the Red Scarf Sorority, a group of socially elite women in their forties with a penchant for murder. Reprint.