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1413702481 |
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160 |
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April 29, 2003 |
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Windy John’s, Rainbow and the Pot of Gold is the sequel to Windy John’s, me ‘n tut. The book is chock full of continuing tenacious devilry, brought about by two boy’s, J.D. and Tut. Rainbow’s pot of gold, snakes to scorpions, corn ‘likker and hummingbirds, mice and sourdough biscuits, skunks, chiggers and mosquitoes, city lights, a real family, turkeys, Christmas joy, Santa Clause, ice castles, Poncho and Run It’s Chester, Charlie, R.I.P., and Horace bring the reader into a depth of a forgotten past. Windy John’s, Rainbow and the Pot of Gold will leave you searching for reflections of hidden treasures.
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I don’t believe there’s anything as heavenly; than to sniff the cool night air as it gently kisses the cedar trees, dances like fairies across pond water and brushes against bitter weed grasses. Lying in bed at night with the windows wide open, you get a nice warm feeling as the cool breeze whistles across the brow of your face as it sneaks a peek beneath the covers. It makes a body sink further into the downy fibers of a homemade mattress knowing in your heart, Ma and Grammaws’ quilts would warm the very soul and secure a peaceful night’s sleep. There’s absolutely nothing in this world worse than to sniff the cool night air and get wind of the aromatic wonder of a skunk or polecat, as we called them cranked up, going ninety to nothing, without an emission control. The odor created a sickening havoc for those in peaceful slumber. We rattled out of a good nights sleep. Awaking to moans and groans of everybody in the house was like hearing ghosts in torment.
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Reader Reviews for "Windy John's, Rainbow and the Pot of Gold"
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| Reviewed by Doug Boren |
7/17/2003 |
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| Who says lightning doesn't strike twice? This sequel promises to be every bit as good as the first Windy John's book. Eveyone should read Ms. Rapier's wonderful works. It is not often that a book can make you cry as well as laugh, but these do. Four thumbs up! |
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| Reviewed by Barb Rogers |
6/15/2003 |
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| Joyce Rapier-you are a delight. Your book on Windy John is the slices of laughter and Americana that we need in our troubled world today. As we see families drifting apart and nations at war how we need more writers like you with your wit and way of painting with words. As a writer you have inspired me. Your short story of your beloved grandson Beau touched my family deeply and made an impact.I emjoyed your poetry and songs. Such a multi-facted writer you are shining on a world that needs your brightness. Can't wait for my copy of Rainbow and The Pot of Gold. When will it be out for so many of us to read and enjoy. A fan who is keeping up with you and cheering your sucess, Barbara Rogers |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Rapier |
6/12/2003 |
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Thank you Harry and Quimby for your honest opinion of my book. I am certainly not thin skinned and enjoy reading the barbs from other authors or wantabees. It doesn't shake my enthusiam for writing nor will your reviews make lose any sleep. I found it quite amusing in the fact that you read the above excerpt. Now aren't you glad you didn't purchase the book? Tsk, Tsk, hope you enjoyed the sour grapes you had for breakfast cause you just made other people want to read my book. Thanks!
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| Reviewed by Harry Koch |
6/11/2003 |
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| Jiminy Cricket. Based solely on this excerpt, which one hopes would be the author's best (given that she chose to present it to us for consideration), I'd sooner amputate my fingers at the knuckles than turn the page. |
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| Reviewed by Quimby |
6/11/2003 |
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| I thought it wasn't very good. The author's prose is highly convoluted when it isn't downright bad. Someone needs a serious copyedit before going out into the world. The premise was trite, but trite sells well these days, I suppose. I can't imagine, though, that this book sold well at all. |
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| Reviewed by Linda Pannett |
5/31/2003 |
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| Loved it. Took me back to my childhood. My mother and I made lots of quilts and I still sleep under one. Best wishes for a huge success and Please tell us more. |
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| Reviewed by Darren Laws |
4/29/2003 |
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| Suddenly I was transposed to a country world where life was easier and time stood still. I though of my granny's farm in Ireland, where we had no electricity, gas or running water but so much fun. Reminiscent of Twain's journey's. |
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| Reviewed by Lynn Barry |
4/28/2003 |
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| Oops! I left a review at Amazon.com after I read this fabulous BOOK but forgot to leave one here...everyone buy a copy...you will fall in love with these stories Joyce listened to and so brilliantly recorded in this earthy, darkly humorous book...I even read some of the stories out loud to the family as we were driving along...TWO THUMBS UP! |
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4/28/2003 |
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| There is a lyricism to your prose that quickens the senses, immersing the reader in a bubbling stew of impressions. I emerge wanting more. |
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| Reviewed by J. Cheek |
4/27/2003 |
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| Reminded me of my young childhood in Marion County, Arkansas. Feather beds and homemade quilts were the standard. My grandmother had a quilting frame suspended from the ceiling of the living room. Good luck with your book ----John |
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| Reviewed by Stephen Lodge |
4/27/2003 |
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| I love your descriptions -- I closed my eyes and felt like I was in that old feather bed, getting a whiff of that ol' polecat outside. I remember those nights, those warm nights, and the cool air kissing the orange trees -- I was raised in California and we always slept with the windows open because there wasn't any air-conditioning back then. I wish you all the best with this book. |
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| Reviewed by Tim Johnson |
4/27/2003 |
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Hmm…Grandma’s house, I'll never forget it. There was so much adventure in her back yard. It was there that I was anyone from a Knight on a quest to rid the kingdom of strange creatures, to Buck Rogers saving the galaxy from merciless invaders. You have such magical reflections Joyce…magically magical indeed.
Tim Johnson
Author of Twisted Oak: Eyes of Discernment |
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| Reviewed by Jennifer Cary |
4/27/2003 |
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| Anyone who has known the love and warmth of a handmade quilt or a visit to Gramma's house should feel right a home. And anyone who has experienced skunk can't help but be transported into the meley of this nocturnal, odiferous visitation. I can't wait to find out what happens next. Tell me more, Joyce! |
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