tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111714091475921042024-02-07T20:42:50.136-08:00The Write CowgirlCarrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-30790339704012559112016-01-13T19:04:00.002-08:002016-01-13T19:04:48.892-08:00Trail's EndThe third book of the Trail's Trilogy is now available for sale locally in Molalla and on Amazon.<br />
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Allie Jo carries two dreams in her heart, neither of which is settling down to act the part of a proper female.<br />
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She is working hard to rope and tie down one but the other is as elusive as the wind blowing across the barely tamed New Mexico Territory.<br />
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Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-28327676753244453482015-10-14T06:16:00.003-07:002015-10-14T06:27:52.046-07:00BITS & PIECESTo sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations-----such a pleasure beyond compare.<br />
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Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-78834743002393178172014-09-04T22:44:00.001-07:002014-09-04T22:50:26.325-07:00Trail's EndDust flew from behind Allie Jo's horse as she raced after a calf. She rolled out the reata into a noose and whirled it above her head. In one swift motion she roped the animal around the neck. Quickly, she wrapped the lariat around the saddle horn as her horse backed up to keep the rope taut. Allie Jo slid her hand down the tight lariat to the bawling calf. Reaching under the youngster, she grasped the two legs on the opposite side, pulled, and flipped it on its side. She yanked the small piece of rope from her teeth and used it to lash three hooves together.<br />
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"He's tied!" Allie Jo cried as she jumped up and tossed her arms high above her head.<br />
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"Good job!" Amanda said, "You're faster 'n me."<br />
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The girl wrestler untied the calf and released the lariat. "I don't know about that but we're both gettin' pretty good."<br />
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"I think we should get paid fore workin' at this spring's roundup," said Amanda.<br />
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"I'm gonna talk to my pa about it. I believe that if we work like men, we should get paid like men," Allie Jo said.<br />
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Amanda laughed, "Yeah, well that ain't never gonna happen, but maybe we'll get somethin'. I'm hopin' to earn enough to buy the lady's riding skirt and blouse that's in the catalog at the mercantile, ain' you Allie Jo?"<br />
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"Nah, I got plans that I'm savin' my money for."<br />
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"Oh, let's see, could it be for another horse like that one there that your pa let you buy last year from Mr. Jones?"<br />
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"He didn't let me. I had my own money that I earned workin' the cattle drive. I don't need permission from my pa, I'm sixteen for cryin'-our-loud," allie Jo snapped, "I'm perfectly capable of makin' my own decisions."<br />
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"Ok, Miss Independent, but don't you want to look more womanly so you can get married someday?" Amanda asked.<br />
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"I'll worry about that when the time comes. Wearin' boy clothes gets me work and work gets me money. For now that is what I need to do. Do you wanna do some team ropin'? I get to be the header, there's no way I can be the heeler and rope the hind legs, you're better at that than me. I need the bigger target," Allie Jo laughed.<br />
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"Ok," Amanda said, "you get the front and I'll get the back. Let's do anything that will keep us from talking about your future."<br />
Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-3978998016052598082013-05-09T20:41:00.000-07:002013-05-09T20:41:34.673-07:00TRAIL TO TOMORROWSoon I was marching across the prairie carrying my gun and a few extra shells in my apron pocket. There is a cluster of old nut trees not too far away were rabbits have made a nest among the fallen limbs and branches. I would be able to find supper there. I would take Tucker with me, but I'm not going far and he's always been a little gun-shy.<br />
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I sat down at the bottom of a small tree with my back against its trunk, a little ways from the thicket. I waited with the long-gun laid across my lap. I waited and waited. The sun's warm rays beat down on me through the tree branches and began to make me drowsy.<br />
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My eyes popped open from what I hoped was just a short nap. Two turkeys stood at the opening in the brush. I can't believe it! We haven't had turkeys here in over a year. I can hear more of them in the thicket. Slowly, I took careful aim and squeezed the trigger. Feathers flew and all the turkeys scattered, except one nice big Tom. Good! I got one!Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-24319288773406869232013-03-06T19:10:00.000-08:002013-03-06T19:10:09.034-08:00TRAIL TO TOMORROWI headed back with my pail of warm milk. Stopping at the hen house I gathered four brown eggs and stuffed them into my apron pockets. As I came from the hen house, I saw a sight that made me stop dead in my tracks. Not more than a few yards away, stood a coyote. I turned my head slowly from one side of the yard to the other to see if there were more. Coyotes usually run in packs at night, but strangely here he was in the morning sunlight. He snarled, showing his mouth full of sharp teeth. I slowly started inching my way back toward the hen house, where I could lock myself inside. The coyote lowered his head, but kept his dark eyes on me. White foam drooled from his mouth. He snarled again and staggered in my direction. My heart pounded in my throat and sweat started to form on my forehead. I wanted to yell for Ma, but I was afraid the beast would attack me if I made a sound. And I know that if I made a sudden move I will likely be his breakfast.<br />
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A blast echoed across the prairie that made me jump, sloshing the milk down my skirt and into my shoe. The coyote flew a good arm's length before dropping dead in the dry dirt. Ma stood in the doorway holding the long-gun, smoke oozing from the barrel.Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-86683048103425802342013-03-06T19:01:00.001-08:002013-03-06T19:01:59.457-08:00WESTWARD HO!When Allie Jo's Family sets out to move to New Mexico, she finds her dream of being a <em>real</em> Cowboy isn't quite what she thought it would be.<br />
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Trailing in the drag position behind a herd of Longhorns, she learns about dust, tedium, storms, and stampedes.<br />
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But none that is as hard as keeping her secret from a young cattle drover.<br />
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Allie Jo may be riding as a boy, but her heart is still all girl.Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-86483740210894846972013-02-07T08:17:00.000-08:002013-02-07T08:17:49.808-08:00Carrol's BioCarrol Haushalter has a real connection with children and that is why her books have touched their hearts and minds.<br />
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She has taken children on a western adventure as she tells the story of a young girl and boy who meet on a trail ride moving a herd of longhorns from Texas to New Mexico. The story unfolded in <em>Trail from yesterday </em>and <em>Trail to tomorrow </em>and will soon culminate in the third installment of this thrilling trilogy <em>Trails End.</em><br />
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Carrol's books have an exciting realism to them and so they should. She was told of the real life story of her Great-Grandparent's trail ride from Texas to New Mexico as part of a cattle drive and Carrol rode her own horse on that trail to complete her research for her books.<br />
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When not writing or entertaining children in her cowgirl regalla, Carrol can be found on a small farm in Mulino, Oregon with her husband and a number of goats, chickens, and dog. Her creativity is inspired by her rural environment and the adventures she experiences in this truly western community.<br />
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By: Helen LiereCarrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-6313754395362057532013-02-06T16:24:00.001-08:002013-02-06T16:24:24.812-08:00HAPPY NEW YEAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here we are, once again, to start off a New Year and a New Book.</div>
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A story about a 15 year-old-girl and her 17 year-old-brother who went through great tragedy in the loss of family. Then found themselves at the mercy of Bandits in the Southern Plateau of Texas,</div>
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at time when Outlaws ran amuck and survival was in the hands of the beholder.</div>
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This story is aimed toward: Young Adult to Adult.</div>
<br />Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-6022920650165304642012-07-23T15:26:00.001-07:002012-07-23T15:26:06.260-07:00Opening ceremony<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My husband and a friend from Church and I at the Opening Ceremony for Habitat for Humanities for Charley and Becky's new home in Molalla, Oregon.Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-677159765057114252012-07-23T15:20:00.000-07:002012-07-23T15:20:18.534-07:00Habitat for Humanities-Molalla, OR.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A wonderful little family is getting a new house. Charley and Becky have a 3-year-old son. They will be getting their first house through Habitat for Humanities. It is a wonderful program. The workers are all volunteers. I will be one of the volunteers in August 2012.<br />
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Charley and Becky are super happy (to say the least). Their little boy will have a nice home to grow up in in a quiet neighborhood. So very happy for them.<br />Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-66212553615150998772012-07-23T14:54:00.003-07:002012-07-23T14:58:23.386-07:00Summer horse ride<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Getting my horse-fix. Riding through the Aspen Trees in the Rocky Mountains outside of Leadville, Colorado. This is what my husband and I did for the Fourth of July. Fun time!Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-27668408236654357522012-05-21T07:24:00.000-07:002012-05-21T07:24:05.753-07:00SPRING FLINGThis last weekend we had an event called: Spring Fling. It is a time when venders set up in the park, in the town of Molalla, and peddle their wares. I was their at the Author's Table peddling my books along with everyone else. Saturday was the best day. No rain, not too cold, and we had sun. Around these parts, SUN is a blessing. There was music and dancing. People went from booth to booth. Some purchased stuff from vendors, but some of the people just chatted with everyone. Most of the vendors I only see at events, so this was a good time to catch up with all that has gone on in their lives since we last met. On Sunday, the rain came, we all said good-bye at the end of the day and planned on the next event where we will meet again.<br />
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It is always good to sell my books and to get positive feedback from those who have read my books. It is also great to visit with all.<br />
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Molalla is a town of supporting and caring people. That is why I love it here so much. I love them all and I know they love me back.Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-15113006318856714302012-03-06T20:01:00.003-08:002012-03-06T20:09:14.092-08:00EVENT<div>Now that Winter is slowing down, things are starting to happen. The Ledding Library in Milwaukee, Oregon has asked me and my friend, Author L.Lee Shaw, to come and talk about our new books that are out. We will also set up a small table there to sell our books. Lee and I will be at the Ledding Library on April 19, 2012 at 6pm.</div><div>Hope to see you there,</div><div>Carrol</div>Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-6890830289578366932012-01-25T11:47:00.000-08:002012-01-25T11:54:05.565-08:00BOOK SIGNING<div align="right">Molalla Public Library, this was a great day. I sold some books and chewed the fat A LOT!</div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6z1xkUzQfPvMAAllEK_2dSC7pIonn0NmlsjPHGrP7rHomwf_X_hbXHdg4J4bwyl7VZDIhQOzhVyC78LjWx0Ip_ra5KOZtmiXYOX9ETUTtV-ecSQoQORaN3ZHgtTA1O6fiJpP1NahBLyF9/s1600/booksigning-me-library.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701659178516041618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6z1xkUzQfPvMAAllEK_2dSC7pIonn0NmlsjPHGrP7rHomwf_X_hbXHdg4J4bwyl7VZDIhQOzhVyC78LjWx0Ip_ra5KOZtmiXYOX9ETUTtV-ecSQoQORaN3ZHgtTA1O6fiJpP1NahBLyF9/s400/booksigning-me-library.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div>Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-18418195774339329692011-10-09T16:27:00.000-07:002011-10-09T16:34:59.320-07:00LOST BETWEEN TWO LIVES<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNbMDxB1k2ChbkH8qmNv3M8mT3eem_XnJDAKdToKaFHp0U5yZc4sNUmdAooUhhSmthHPa2386JMfGWdO9mqdzr_r8BNPvHyewgoMVjUl9-BzsW5n4V-5KGM2EIkhNxIOGmQSf6lD5uFe7/s1600/Trail%2527s+Book+Cover.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661638702331741826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNbMDxB1k2ChbkH8qmNv3M8mT3eem_XnJDAKdToKaFHp0U5yZc4sNUmdAooUhhSmthHPa2386JMfGWdO9mqdzr_r8BNPvHyewgoMVjUl9-BzsW5n4V-5KGM2EIkhNxIOGmQSf6lD5uFe7/s400/Trail%2527s+Book+Cover.bmp" /></a> Five-Year-Old Cole Howard was torn away from his family when he was taken captive during an Indian Raid on his family's farm. In time, Cole came to love his Indian Family.</div><br /><div align="center">Seven-Years-Later, soldiers came to take his Indian family to the reservation and return Cole to his Birth Parents. But the white man's way of life was no longer his. Lost between two lives, he set out on the journey to outrun his past and maybe find his future.</div><br /><div align="center">TRAIL FROM YESTERDAY</div><br /><div align="center">Is now available at: Amazon.com<br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-47946867640560823592011-07-14T10:11:00.001-07:002011-07-14T10:19:40.644-07:00Wild West Art Fest.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-IsMMPb_ob5fV84kKrtdo5E_MJA_fy1kBfjc2TRRtzr9kt-cbgSoR_eGvHBGVofqJqLx5d5oL5CwNwRGK8_q10KgZKGm6KZnsLV-A793cB9YQW5TDzzrUW9ylEEiIglefyE5zZKtpg0UY/s1600/Wild+West+Art+Fest+%25232.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629257904931496962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-IsMMPb_ob5fV84kKrtdo5E_MJA_fy1kBfjc2TRRtzr9kt-cbgSoR_eGvHBGVofqJqLx5d5oL5CwNwRGK8_q10KgZKGm6KZnsLV-A793cB9YQW5TDzzrUW9ylEEiIglefyE5zZKtpg0UY/s400/Wild+West+Art+Fest+%25232.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>AND THEY'RE OFF------</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Local author Carrol Haushalter joins children in a stick horse racing game at Fox Park last Saturday during the Wild West Art Fest. The event included art displays, historical demonstrations, vendors, tall tale storytelling, live music and more----all with a western theme. Before their stick horse race, the children enjoyed a story of cowboy legend Pecos Bill told by Haushalter next to a pretend campfire.</div>Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-21815232558009462212011-05-02T20:46:00.000-07:002011-05-02T20:52:38.744-07:002nd FridayHey all,<br />In Molalla we have what we call 2nd Friday. The second Friday of each month the town's merchants stay open until 9pm. Each store has a special happening on 2nd Friday.<br />I will be at Spurs (a western store)from 6pm-9pm reading from my book, Trail to Tomorrow and a little bit from my book that is soon to be published.<br />See you there!<br />Happy Trails,<br />CarrolCarrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-65355509119269475332011-02-07T21:27:00.000-08:002011-02-07T21:31:59.408-08:00TRAIL FROM YESTERDAYWhen five-year-old Cole Howard was taken during an Indian raid he not only lost his family, but his white heritage. Seven years later, soldiers came, sending his Indian family to the reservation and him back to a world he no longer belonged in. Lost between two lives, he turned to cattle driving to outrun the past and maybe find his future.Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-3105925815116106732011-01-19T23:04:00.000-08:002011-01-19T23:15:55.114-08:00Cowboy Poetry and Fun - Deer Lake DesignsTEN COMMANDMENTS<br />TEXAS STYLE<br /><br />Reaching out to those people who feel far more comfortable in a saddle than a pew.<br /><br />Some people in Texas were having trouble with all those shalls and shall nots in the 10 Commandments. Folks there just aren't used to talking in those terms. So, some folks out in west Texas got together and translated the "King James" into the "King Ranch" language:<br /><br />Ten Commandments, Cowboy Style posted on the wall at Cross Trails Church in Fairlie, TX<br /><br />1) Just one God.<br /><br />2) Honor yer Ma & Pa.<br /><br />3) No telling tales or gossipin'.<br /><br />4) Git yourself to Sunday meeting.<br /><br />5) Put nothin' before God.<br /><br />6) No foolin' around with another fellow's gal.<br /><br />7) No killin'.<br /><br />8) Watch yer mouth.<br /><br />9) Don't take what ain't yers.<br /><br />10) Don't be hankerin' for ye buddy's stuff.Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-50080450634779361002011-01-19T22:48:00.001-08:002011-01-19T22:51:57.401-08:00Year 2011<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFnZILqPc8IJkN6eyEkBUyrefIpZOo7OSXEOs3zRof7JsPNfKx9rU-gg46EAowMgAnV6FH0t2Zwwz7C_V6ipEzAA-c1Zdsh_3WLEOkDZMMz2k_3yTwCdTxAxMBNaSjGUMOP8ktjxtgyW6/s1600/santa+chair+church.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564156674154660994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFnZILqPc8IJkN6eyEkBUyrefIpZOo7OSXEOs3zRof7JsPNfKx9rU-gg46EAowMgAnV6FH0t2Zwwz7C_V6ipEzAA-c1Zdsh_3WLEOkDZMMz2k_3yTwCdTxAxMBNaSjGUMOP8ktjxtgyW6/s320/santa+chair+church.bmp" /></a> Whew!! 2010 has been a busy year. My New Years resolution is to keep this blog updated.<br />I promise that I will post at least once a month (if not sooner).<br />Happy Trails,<br />CarrolCarrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-80179561410643798672010-01-25T21:57:00.000-08:002010-01-25T22:22:19.341-08:00Annie Oakley<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0PZdid_SexRv0MS2HR48_1EuMLR6wDfDprJBMKtS4HHFbAT1RpnaZ8ilXXYGD8nz_vCpw7ZXwfASPSy0i4oBNuAkiidWI8mfXxBVWbC0_SNFGtXEchYC2ig0cbD-p2r4NPkQTF25DCZt3/s1600-h/annie+Oakley.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430927500942195890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0PZdid_SexRv0MS2HR48_1EuMLR6wDfDprJBMKtS4HHFbAT1RpnaZ8ilXXYGD8nz_vCpw7ZXwfASPSy0i4oBNuAkiidWI8mfXxBVWbC0_SNFGtXEchYC2ig0cbD-p2r4NPkQTF25DCZt3/s320/annie+Oakley.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><br /><p>My friend, Maria, gave me this skirt. It is the one that Gail Davis wore in the old Annie Oakley T.V. show.</p><p style="styleDocument: [object]">I wore it to a book signing in Canby, OR. and it was a hit.</p><p style="styleDocument: [object]">Lee Shaw, Preston Gorbett, Jerilynn Garry and myself did well with selling our books at Bazzars this last holiday season. We had a great time.</p><p>We are now headed into a new year with new books.</p><p>FUN!!!!!!!</p>Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-36719209412235338492009-09-11T07:02:00.001-07:002009-09-11T07:35:41.861-07:00COWPOKE DAY<div style="styleDocument: [object]"><a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYijFsEQwkKyjrq3frVUEXZU1AN_usQVX9rDDPnpxL67BgE14Pd96UtL_I8OlcI7za-20wI6G-B2TB9YHd092rhdo5NcGqXmNt1J5hDCm6fWWHinE4NvLP9UCNbUjUHo_-o_wyImVDQ0ft/s1600-h/cowpoke.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380211908543193250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYijFsEQwkKyjrq3frVUEXZU1AN_usQVX9rDDPnpxL67BgE14Pd96UtL_I8OlcI7za-20wI6G-B2TB9YHd092rhdo5NcGqXmNt1J5hDCm6fWWHinE4NvLP9UCNbUjUHo_-o_wyImVDQ0ft/s320/cowpoke.jpg" border="0" /></a> This summer has been really busy, Between working, running a small farm, writing, and my volunteer stuff, I've hardly had time for myself.</div><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]">I did have fun doing COWPOKE DAY for the Molalla Community school. There were about 10 little buckaroos ready to learn about saddling a pony and milking a goat. Willie, the mini horse, was provided by the local Junior Court. They taught the class how to put on a bridle and saddle. They explained the different parts of the horse and taught a little roping. I brought my mini nubian goat, Airplane Ears, for the milking lesson. Airplane Ears, however, had other ideas. We had us a little goat rodeo before my husband took her home. We did manage to get in a little milking. I had brought homemade goat cheese and fresh goat ice cream that was a big hit. Then we all headed into the conference room in the library for crafts, singing cowboy songs and story time.</div><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]">We ended the day with singing: HAPPY TRAILS.</div><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]">Colony Days in Aurora, Oregon was a blast! I did a book signing at the Aurora Museum and talked history to a lot of vacationers and locals. I love to talk about history and genology while I sell my books. It was a perfect day for me.</div><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]">The time has come for my husband and I to relax. It's Vacation Time! We are leaving on our packed down BMW Motorcycles and headed to Nevada. We plan on camping for a week in remote places and capturing a little bit of the old Cowboy and Indian atmosphere.</div><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]">Happy Trails<br /></div><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div>Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-13509123212488133732009-07-30T11:55:00.000-07:002009-09-11T07:42:39.020-07:00Allie Jo<div style="styleDocument: [object]"><a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0ic-93KuM-uOcTBMxwhdR5h-5lgRuy_L0YbT1M8Lj45AkDW_fL8HUMDbfHqGGkHliysRQIslVDk004rmasLZnEfRE_61X-TNMJTNfbPhQvN1596bsYiaPJP6_z4adxTqOM3JeMGUcUPO/s1600-h/Kylie+Portrait.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330262131794258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0ic-93KuM-uOcTBMxwhdR5h-5lgRuy_L0YbT1M8Lj45AkDW_fL8HUMDbfHqGGkHliysRQIslVDk004rmasLZnEfRE_61X-TNMJTNfbPhQvN1596bsYiaPJP6_z4adxTqOM3JeMGUcUPO/s320/Kylie+Portrait.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"></div><br /><p style="styleDocument: [object]"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I believe my book has been doing fairly well. It was written for children ages 9-14 (middle grade). However, I am finding that the adults like it too. I am being asked for volume two (which is in the writing process) from the people who bought volume one, "Trail to Tomorrow".</span> </p><p style="styleDocument: [object]">My Brother's Granddaughter dressed up for the- Allie Jo look- and I think she did a great job.</p><p style="styleDocument: [object]">All <span style="styleDocument: [object]">of this is great and wonderful and I feel that I am on top of the world. But my world is small. I have not ventured outside of my small community where I am loved and supported by my friends, neighbors and family.</span></p><p>Now comes the hard part. I have to go out into the world where nobody knows me or loves me and market my book. Out in the big world I know that I am nothing more than another author trying to peddle my wares. My nerves quiver at the thought of beating the streets, so-to-speak, and having to COWBOY UP. And that is what I'll have to do. I will put on my hat and boots and my cowgirl outfit and hit the marketing streets.</p><p>TRAIL TO TOMORROW is being sold at Amazon.com, Target.com and Geri's Little Book Club in Molalla, OR. Also, my book can be found at the Aurora Colony Museum in Aurora Oregon where I will be doing a book signing and storytime on Saturday August 8, 2009 from 11am-4pm. It is during the Aurora Colony Days Celebration. A big event for Aurora.</p><p style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">HERE WE GO! WISH ME LUCK!</p></div>Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-37706039341539761822009-06-01T14:23:00.000-07:002009-06-01T14:38:56.114-07:00MY BOOK IS DONE!!<div style="styleDocument: [object]"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqBXqE8w7-eIj3rf8t3HAloFIFqSMu6JS0rjftwWarMyIrQsjrbOSag8J5-THzBGAFHyTuvm2D6RRQIZRQ7R2h8zN771TD8IgpfrsSEBak5WEDj-TkeD79dp9Yq8EQ_S2VwAIVxUzow0W/s1600-h/book+cover+-+Lee#2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342475240247290322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqBXqE8w7-eIj3rf8t3HAloFIFqSMu6JS0rjftwWarMyIrQsjrbOSag8J5-THzBGAFHyTuvm2D6RRQIZRQ7R2h8zN771TD8IgpfrsSEBak5WEDj-TkeD79dp9Yq8EQ_S2VwAIVxUzow0W/s320/book+cover+-+Lee%232.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">TRAIL TO TOMORROW</div><br /><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">My book Trail to Tomorrow is now at Amazon. com.</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"> </div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">Westward Ho!</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left">When Allie Jo's family sets out to move to New Mexico, she finds her dream of being a <em>real cowboy</em> isn't quite what she thought it would be.</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"> </div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left">Trailing in the drag position behind a herd of Longhorns, she learns about dust, tedium, storms and stampedes.</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"> </div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left">But none that is as hard as keeping her secret from a young cattle drover.</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"> </div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left">Allie may be riding as a boy, but her heart is still all girl.</div><br /><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"></div><br /><br /><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"></div></div>Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011171409147592104.post-74898655478065941202009-03-25T14:47:00.000-07:002009-03-25T15:19:17.970-07:00Early Morning Cup of Coffee<div style="styleDocument: [object]"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRNkuDfyFpS64vrlJdpcI-R8uDgKy9rEaLC4EcGq8wSITHk56DDZzvhDPEH4Zbt61V4NNIniocMJkyZLiefqoosWdhQJMIZhGw57MkMS7cFyj1hC2iw_uQFdN7VD8DRLrcN5mf4gLY7Xf/s1600-h/Mother+&+boots.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317246114888682658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRNkuDfyFpS64vrlJdpcI-R8uDgKy9rEaLC4EcGq8wSITHk56DDZzvhDPEH4Zbt61V4NNIniocMJkyZLiefqoosWdhQJMIZhGw57MkMS7cFyj1hC2iw_uQFdN7VD8DRLrcN5mf4gLY7Xf/s320/Mother+%26+boots.bmp" border="0" /></a> My Mother, Margie, and her horse Boots likes to get attention.<br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]">She grew up on horses living on the family farm in Western Arkansas.</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]">Margie has always had a passion for horses. She also has always had a passion for poetry. </div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]">She has written several poems over the years. My favorite is <em style="styleDocument: [object]">Early Morning Cup of Coffee.</em></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">EARLY MORNING CUP OF COFFEE</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">I'm sitting on the front porch in my swing</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">It's as if I can see almost everything</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">The birds are eating berries from the mulberry tree</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">They sing so sweetly, as if they're singing just for me</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">Two red birds just walked across the lawn</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">And 4 squirrels been playing out there since early dawn</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">They chase each other round and round</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">They scamper up a tree, and then scamper down</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">Sometimes they jump from limb to limb</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">I never get tired of watching them</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">Sometimes I see a Mother deer and her fawn</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">They seem so content eating grass from my lawn</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">They keep their distance, but still they can see</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">Me watching them and them watching me</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">All in all it's a great place to be</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">early in the morning, while having my coffee.</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">Written by:</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">Margie Howard Semiche</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center">June 9, 2005</div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"><br /></div><div style="styleDocument: [object]"></div>Carrol Haushalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11877967189837425972noreply@blogger.com0