Woven on the Wind Woman Write About Friendship in the Sagebrush West Trade cloth - 2001

Details

• Title Woven on the Wind Woman Write About Friendship in the Sagebrush West
• Author Nancy Curtis; Linda M. Hasselstrom; Gaydell M. Collier; Nancy Curtis
• Binding Trade Cloth
• Edition First Printing
• Pages 310
• Language EN
• Publisher Houghton Mifflin, Boston
• Date May 1, 2001
• ISBN 9780395977088

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My Feet Set Down Roots: The Grounding

Woven on the Wind begins with writing by Western women who have set their roots deep in the soil, drawing nourishment from the earth as well as from “women remembered.” Life in this arid country has taught these women to stay “close to the wind, earth, creeks, grasslands,” learning from the land and from each other.
Hardy and versatile, women have always been part of the West, but they were often invisible to the mythmakers who did, and still do, view the West as a male fantasy. “The joys of a woman’s life” were “not mentioned in books, not found in the universities or corporations.” Ignoring the lively truth, or taking for granted women’s triumphs and talents, official historians and literature professors often acknowledged only the “antiseptic remains of history.” But the truths endured, “growing quietly in the hearts” of women scattered throughout the West.
Sagebrush, too, was often ignored or overlooked. Until Kendall Johnson began referring to “Mama Sage,” little homage was paid to sagebrush, and even less to Western women. Philip Fradkin says that sagebrush has come to dominate the plains “by pure ordinariness” and persistence, another apt description of women. Many biologists now believe that sagebrush is as essential to Western ecology as women are to humanity -- that without sagebrush, the entire ecosystem would collapse.
For a while, women “pretended not to notice” being forgotten in formal accounts. Keeping busy with their households and other tasks, they kept an “undulant silence,” accepting the idea that women were “supposed to want other things.” Hiding the truth doesn’t make it disappear. News stories about drug use, alcoholism, and other ills make it clear that the West is not immune to the problems of the larger world. But even poor soil, even the greasy, hard-packed clay we call gumbo, can bring forth beauty -- “gorgeous flowers in gumbo” -- just as many of the stories in these pages grew from difficulty. Telling our stories helps us realize how similar we are and creates connections between women “with wind- chapped cheeks and wrinkle lines” who may never have met. Just as sagebrush, deeply rooted, shelters other plants and feeds an abundance of wildlife, so these stories can provide comfort and community for others, both in the West and elsewhere.
Stoic acceptance was the first rule of enduring hardship of any kind in many Western families. Tradition taught Westerners never to argue, never to complain, because “the more it hurts / the bigger the pearl.” In joy or sadness, we sang or wept “without saying a word,” learning from some of our elders that “lonely is a state of mind.” Our silence sanctioned and helped promote the creation of a Western myth that had no place for the reality known to women. Each woman who has written her story has taken a stand, saying, “I chose to break my silence.” Writing of friends, mothers, teachers, and others, ordinary women have recorded a rich and varied legacy of other women from the past. In poems and essays, “in quiet words we speak,” each woman tells how her “feet set down roots,” how she drew strength from others, learning to survive in spite of isolation and loneliness.
Even as the editors compiled and shaped this manuscript, we knew that some tales would remain untold and found another striking parallel between women and the sagebrush outside their doors. Beneath the outer bark of sagebrush root hides a slender white filament called the heart thread. Only by peeling away the root’s tough husk -- or opening up the dark shell of a woman’s silence -- can we find the translucent heart. To learn how other women have illuminated our spirits, we must know their stories. If “we share our lives,” we will remember the women who inspired us, and their light can “never dim, flicker, set, or be extinguished.” But if our “deeper feelings are mostly inaccessible,” we cannot move toward a deeper understanding of one another.
The heroines in this “tapestry of tales” are often humble women with little to leave as souvenirs. We may find a thread to follow in objects as common as faded photographs in a tin box or as startling as a wooden leg in the attic. Although we may no longer see “their faces flashing in the sun,” their wisdom enriches and inspires us. Through these pages, they live on to cast their light over a larger circle.
“Rooted to the earth,” the women who inhabit the following pages have grounded us and given us the courage to go forward. “Tapping into ancient rhythms,” their stories set their roots deep in our hearts, showing us how to thrive and how to nourish.

Copyright © 2001 by Gaydell Collier, Nancy Curtis,, and Linda Hasselstrom

"In hauntingly lyrical verse and forthright prose, the women . . .describe the significance of female relationships. Highly recommended." Booklist, ALA

"A grand celebration of western women." Bloomsbury Review

"A tribute to . . . perseverance and exceptional talent . . . the best collection about friendship and women in the West that I have read." The Tulsa World