Author: Resa Willis
Hardcover: 112 pages
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.5 inches
Retail Price: $19.95
Farmer’s Daughter — And I Can Prove It is a humorous reflection on growing up in the 1950s and ‘60s on an Iowa farm. Satirizing a 40th high school reunion, author Resa Willis reminisces about life lessons rooted in rural life: hard work, education, family, community, and, of course, the old joke — sex!
The chapters are peppered with eccentric relatives and quirky townsfolk, including an aunt who spent the day in a tree with her packed suitcase, waiting for the end of the world; an uncle who believed that the phone company plotted JFK’s assassination; the school bus driver whose false teeth would fly from his mouth as he harangued his young passengers; and many more!
Willis recounts how the farm community came together at harvest times, and pays homage to her hard-working, no nonsense parents who fostered her love of literature and music.
The humorous vignettes shared in Farmer’s Daughter will bring smiles to readers of both rural and urban backgrounds. Even if “you can’t go home again,” home is always with you, and Resa Willis proves it!
Resa Willis is a Professor Emeritus of English at Drury University in Springfield, Missouri. She is the author of Mark and Livy, the Love Story of Mark Twain and the Woman Who Almost Tamed Him, based on the marriage of Mark Twain and Olivia Langdon Clemens, and FDR and Lucy: Lovers and Friends, which explores the relationship of President Franklin Roosevelt and Lucy Mercer Rutherfurd.
A popular speaker, she has lectured across the U.S. and in England.
“Not having attended past reunions, I didn’t know what to expect.... After the banquet of rubber chicken and shoe leather roast beef, we were asked to stand and talk about what everyone had been doing the past forty years.... My table went early. I stood up and said my name and words to the effect, ‘Here’s my husband. I live in Missouri. I’m ateacher and a writer....”
“(My sister) Edith was twenty-four years older than I was. My mother would have been fifteen when she was born. No matter how I did the math, my mother would have gotten pregnant at fourteen! My father would have been nineteen when he knocked her up.... My dad, the old dog. My mom, hot to trot. They actually had raging hormones!”
“...‘Your Aunt Florence got scared about the world ending. She climbed up in a tree and wouldn’t come down. That’s why your Uncle John came to get your mother.’ My unflappable, rational mother had talked down my aunt sitting in a tree with a packed suitcase waiting for Jesus or churned butter.”