Today we welcome Celia Yeary, with her new release Texas Promise. Celia is doing some reminiscing about growing up and visiting her grandparents. I thoroughly enjoyed it and I hope you will too! Celia would love some comments too!

Over the Hill and Through the Woods, to Granny’s House I Go…    for Pink Fuzzy slippers
During my growing-up years in the fifties, my family drove about 200 miles at least once a month to visit my daddy’s parents—my Granny and Papa. They lived on a self-sufficient farm in a one-road town with one store. I loved going to visit there, even though they had no running water and barely had electricity. My grandparents had no material possessions to give us, but they had a wagon load of love and fun stuff to do.

In addition to the fun part—that would include swinging in the porch swing and eating homemade ice cream, walking down the dirt road barefoot with my uncle with a piece of string and bits of raw bacon to fish for crawdads, and finding a ripe watermelon in the garden, smashing it on the ground, squatting, and eating it with our bare hands—the farm also held a few frightening aspects.

One was the smokehouse. It was made of red tiles cemented together to form a windowless  building about 10x10 feet. The door stayed closed most of the time, but sometimes it stood open. Once, my little sister and I crept in there, walked under the hams and sides of beef hanging from the rafters, and the wind pushed the door almost closed. A tiny sliver of light came through the door, making the meats hanging from the rafters resemble people—or so we thought—and soon we frightened ourselves silly by voicing such a thing. We came out of the smokehouse as fast as we could, and from then on, I wouldn’t even walk close to the building.

Having no running water meant a well for water and an outhouse for the toilet. Ooooh, I hated that outhouse. We all did, and when we were little girls, we hid behind a tree or shrub, squatted, and peed. But that’s all. Anything else and you HAD to go to the outhouse. The adult warnings were enough to give me bad dreams. “Now, there might be a snake in the outhouse, so take a stick and bang around the walls to scare him away.” But what if a snake was down that hole? Ewww, I shudder with the memory. 

Every house had a dirt cellar. Papa built shelves down there around three sides, and Granny stored her filled canning jars down there. The steps were made of packed dirt, as was the floor. A kerosene lantern always stood ready to light, if the door needed to be closed and tied down. Three long benches sat along the walls. The musty smell was so pungent, I can still smell it to this day. One time when we were visiting, a horrific spring storm came up, scaring the adults to death. They woke all of us up, slipped our shoes on our feet, and wrapped each of us girls in a blanket and covered our heads. Daddy carried me, Papa carried my little sister, and my older sister, mother, and Granny ran. The wind and rain was so fierce my daddy and Papa could hardly open the door, but when they did, we scrambled down as fast as we could. Then they slammed the door shut and tied it down with the thick rope attached to a stake in the floor. It was pitch black, and so close, and I could hardly breathe. Plus, we were all soaked. From then on, I was terrified of that cellar, but you know? Kids like to be scared sometimes. So, when Granny went down there to get a jar of peaches or okra and tomatoes, I’d go, tiptoeing behind her, holding on to her apron, looking around at the eerie place and the spiders on the wall.

The old house sat about two feet off the ground on concrete blocks. The dog stayed under there a lot, because he had dug out little hollows in the dirt that stayed cool. Granny told us not to crawl under the house—as if any of us were contemplating such a stupid thing—because snakes lived there. We asked how Scotty could sleep under there with the snakes, but her answer was he just could. He was a dog. So the cousins, my sister, and I would lie on our stomachs at the edge of the house and peer under, hoping to see a snake. Once we chose the boy cousin to egg on to crawl under the house. We called him scaredy-cat and sissy-pants and dared, double dared him to crawl under at least five feet. He succumbed to our bullying and did. We lined up on our stomachs and waited for a rattlesnake to poke his head out and bite him, but after waiting a long time by our estimation, we got tired and went in the house for molasses cookies. His daddy had to go out and tell him it was all right to come out now. All his girl cousins were in the house.

My newest release is TEXAS PROMISE: Book One-The Cameron Sisters.
 After two years, Jo Cameron King’s life as a widow abruptly ends when her husband returns home to Austin. Unable to understand her angry and bitter husband, she accepts a call to travel to the New Mexico Territory to meet her dying birth father whom she knows nothing about. Her plan to escape her husband goes awry when he demands to travel with her.
Dalton King, believing lies his Texas Ranger partner tells him about Jo, seethes with hatred toward his wife. Now he must protect Jo from his partner’s twisted mind, while sorting out the truth. Jo’s bravery and loyalty convince him she’s innocent. But can they regain the love and respect they once shared?
Click here for the buy page and an excerpt.

I’ve enjoyed visiting the Pink Fuzzy Slippers girls and telling you a story. If you want another, I have a bunch of them. What child doesn’t?
Thank you all—love—
 Celia Yeary-Romance...and a little bit 'o Texas
New Releases
Texas Promise-eBook-Desert Breeze Publishing
Making the Turn-print & eBook-Wings ePress

On behalf of the Pink Fuzzy Slipper Writers  I thank you Celia. Warm, wonderful, memories, we love them. They bring us back to our own childhoods. Those good memories of cookies, apple pie and apron strings, they're the best!


  1. Mona Risk // September 13, 2010 at 12:20 AM  

    Celia- Good to see you at the Pink Fuzzy Slippers. Welcome. I enjoyed reading your childhood memories and hope you will have many more to tell us. Congratulations on the new book. I know it will be another lovable story.

  2. Jannine Gallant // September 13, 2010 at 12:57 AM  

    Hi Celia,

    Great memories - there's nothing like your grandparents' farm to a child. Mine had one in Oregon, though it wasn't quite as rustic as yours. It's the small details that make special memories, feeding the cats in the barn, picking berries, playing under a big weeping willow tree. No snakes or outhouses! I'm enjoying Texas Blue. Your new book sounds like a great read.

  3. Margaret Tanner // September 13, 2010 at 5:08 AM  

    Hi Celia,
    Lovely blog, I live in Australia but you brought back some visiv childhood memories. We had an outhouse for a few years until the sewerage came. In Australia the slang term for outhouse was "dunny" and we didn't fear snakes in the dunny but red back spinders. (Abit could make you seriously ill, kill you even). In fact there was a very popular song written about this very thing a few years back. It was called A Red Back On The Toilet Seat.


  4. Donna L Bolk // September 13, 2010 at 6:48 AM  

    Good Morning Celia,

    It took me a while to get here, because I had to go read your excerpt, then I had to go to your website, all wonderful visits. Listed under your favorite things are Italian Nachos. I have to ask what are they?

    Thanks for sharing your childhood memories. I can just see your poor cousin crawling under the porch on account of he ain't afraid of no snakes.

    Wishing you much success with your latest release.

  5. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 8:08 AM  

    MONA--thanks for the welcome and congratulations--I appreciate both. Celia

  6. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 8:10 AM  

    JANNINE--as grandparents, we might not fully understand the importance of our influence on our grandchildren. I believe it's the insignificant things we do for them they remember the most. Glad you're enjoying Texas Blue. Celia

  7. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 8:12 AM  

    MARGARET--I'd almost take a snake over a spider! A dunny, huh? The outhouse is a thing of the past, but they hold memories most of us would rather forget! Thanks for visiting--Celia

  8. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 8:15 AM  

    THANKS, DONNA! I'm in the middle of updating my website, so I'm not sure what stage you saw it in.
    Italian nachos--from Johnny Carinos. They use baked flour tortillas which are thin and crunchy, white Mexican cheese, jalapenos, onions, and if you want, chicken or beef--I skip those because I try to avoid meat of any kind. Celia

  9. Linda Swift // September 13, 2010 at 8:42 AM  

    Good morning, Celia. I expected to be the first reader as it is early in the morning (for me) but I see you've had other visitors already. Ah, the memories you have brought back. The outdoor plumbing, the well or cistern, the smokehouse. But in Kentucky we didn't have storm cellars (or do I mean cellers?). But it was a kinder, gentler life in those days and a great time to be a child, wasn't it? I'm buying this book today and I've just read your other new release, Making The Turn, and can highly recommend it to anyone who likes a good story.
    Wishing you the success you deserve with both these books.

  10. Beth Trissel // September 13, 2010 at 9:27 AM  

    Hello Celia! Lovely to have you here on the Fuzzies. What a beautiful book cover and it sounds wonderful too. Congrats! I suppose I'm the grandmother who lives on a farm. Yikes. We live where my hubby grew up. Before he was born his family had an outhouse. Ugghh.

  11. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 9:46 AM  

    LINDA--I know! These people were here before I was, and I thought I'd started early. Very lovely of them.
    Yes, it was a kinder, gentler time, good for making comforting memories. I wonder what our grandchildren will remember.
    I thank you from the bottom of my heart for being such a supportive friend--and for buying my books. Often, you go the second mile. Celia

  12. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 9:48 AM  

    BETH--OH, you live on a farm? Wow--few people do these days, especially in Texas. Once the family farm was a self-sufficient business, a necessity for their livihood.
    Thank you for stopping by--and yes, the cover is beautiful, isn't it. Jennifer with Desert Breeze did it. Celia

  13. StephB // September 13, 2010 at 10:59 AM  

    Celia, what memories! Make sure they are written down in a journal for your grandkids. I wish I had something similiar from my grandmother, but I don't. :(
    To this day, my husband's grandmother still cans and enjoys it. She was 20 during World War II.

  14. Cheryl // September 13, 2010 at 11:28 AM  

    Hi Celia!
    My grandparents had one of those horrid cellars, too. I remember going down inside there during a storm one night and there was a snake up behind the jars of canned stuff. My granddad killed it with a hoe. I think I was about 4, but I still remember that vividly.

    Oh, the outhouse! I remember those --my grandparents had one, and my granddad's brother, Uncle Johnny and his wife had one. Complete with the Sears catalog! What I hated about the outhouse was the WASPS that would fly overhead.

    What a great post--I remember too, the stings with the pieces of bacon on it, going down to the creek for a day of crawdad fishing. Great memories! Loved this. I can just see you and your little sister scaring yourselves about the meat hanging in the smokehouse.


  15. Keena Kincaid // September 13, 2010 at 12:04 PM  

    Hi, Celia,
    Your poor cousin. Did he ever get over the episode? Boys are so easy to bully when they're young, and girls are ruthless. :-)

    I love these memories. My grandparents didn't have a basement quite like that, but it was dark with lots of niches and corners, and was very scary to four- and five-year-olds. Of course that my older boy cousin (he was about eight) would hide and then jump out and grab us didn't help our fears at all.

  16. Judy // September 13, 2010 at 12:36 PM  

    Celia, Welcome to the Fuzzies! You did a wonderful job of placing me right in your shoes of memory. Great writing! Good luck on your new books!!

  17. Mary Marvella // September 13, 2010 at 12:48 PM  

    Thanks for sharing childhood memories with us! I also hated my grandma's outhouse. I loved the taste of well water, though, even after she had a pump house installed.

    Did you use a slop jar at night? I don't know know why we called it that, since it was for night time peeing.

    We rode 400 miles each way from Augusta, Ga to Watubi Mississippi in our 50 Ford.


  18. Maggie Toussaint // September 13, 2010 at 12:54 PM  


    Your post brought back a fun memory of scaring myself silly when I was a little girl. There were some leaves which were rattlesnake colored stacked up at the base of a three-hundred year old oak school bus stop. Without fail, I ran as fast as I could past that tree, no matter the season, no matter the time of day. to my knowledge, there was no snake there, ever. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.

    Muddy Waters coming soon!

  19. Patrice // September 13, 2010 at 12:56 PM  

    What a wonderful story you told us of your childhood, and delightful memories whether good or bad! Love, love the cover of your book. Best of luck with many, many sales, and it's so good to see you here!

  20. Pamela Varnado // September 13, 2010 at 1:07 PM  

    Welcome Celia, thanks for visiting with the fuzzy slippers. I can so relate to your childhood dreams. My grandparents also lived on a self-sustaining farm. I remember the smokehouse, the outhouse (YUK), the well for water, and gardens. My siser and I used to dig large holes between the rows of corn and play inside them during the summertime. We had so much fun telling each other stories or just leaning back and enjoying the feel of the cool dirt during a hot day. What fond memories I have. Thanks for reminding me of the magic to be found in living a simple life.

  21. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 1:34 PM  

    STEPH--thank you for coming by. It's interesting about peoples different memories--some good, some not so clear. Celia

  22. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 1:36 PM  

    CHERYL--WE WERE TWINS!!!! I'll bet you have a lot of memories of cellars and tornado warnings. I, too, always wondered what was behind those jars, but at least I never saw a snake down there. In the outhouse is bad enough! Love you--Celia

  23. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 1:38 PM  

    KEENA--believe me, when girls can outnumber the boys, they can gang up on them more easily. What fun! Thanks for visiting--Celia

  24. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 1:39 PM  

    JUDY--I want you to know how much I appreciate all you "fuzzies." And I find it interesting how many of us lived the same life! Thanks so much, and I can't wait until Friday. Celia

  25. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 1:43 PM  

    MAGGIE--SO you remember "scaring yourself." It was fun them--not now. There are too many things in the world that frighten me plenty! Thank you for visiting--I always look for your photo. Celia

  26. Mary Ricksen // September 13, 2010 at 1:43 PM  

    Sorry to get here late, had a family emergency.
    I loved your tale of your childhood memory of grandma. There are the memories that warm out hearts.
    Celia, you are a rocket!

  27. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 1:45 PM  

    PATRICE--and thank you very much. I love the cover, too-it actually gave me goose bumps when I first saw it. Celia

  28. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 1:46 PM  

    MARY RICKSEN--a rocket? Well, that sounds like a complement, so, thank you! I'm really looking forward to Friday. Thanks--Celia

  29. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 1:48 PM  

    PAMELA--that's a wonderful compliment, that you enjoyed remembering the simple life we all once had. Something to treasure and never forget. It sounds like we had similar experiences, but you can't possibly be as old as I am! Thank you--Celia

  30. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 1:51 PM  

    MARY.M.--Oh, yes, the slop jar. In some ways, I hated it even more than the outhouse. Mainly because you had to use it at night and couldn't turn on the light. And we alwasy had to use it--you know little girls have to tee-tee very often! Thank you so much--Celia

  31. Cheryl // September 13, 2010 at 2:48 PM  

    I believe that we WERE twins, truly! So much of what you describe is so familiar to me, I think we must have been raised together. LOL But I must say, you are the nicest twin I could ever hope to have.

  32. Karen Michelle Nutt // September 13, 2010 at 3:03 PM  

    Love hearing about childhood memories.

    Congratulations on your new release! Sounds like a wonderful read.

  33. Anonymous // September 13, 2010 at 4:14 PM  

    Ewwww, it was gran-daddy long legs that lurked in my grandfather's outhouse! Your memories parallel many of mine. I look forward to reading your work.

    Melba Moon

  34. Maeve // September 13, 2010 at 4:41 PM  

    Thank you so much, Celia for reminding me of the wonderful summers I used to spend with my "Mammaw & Pappaw" on their farm. My favorite pastime was playing with the multiple litters of kittens, Mammaw's old cat blessed her with several times during the warm weather months. She'd always give birth to them in a basket in the wash-house and I loved cuddling each and every one of them.

  35. Mary Ricksen // September 13, 2010 at 4:54 PM  

    Celia, you are rockin'!
    Thanks to everyone who commented on Celia's heartwarming blog.
    Now this is my kinda blog!
    Love you guys!!!

  36. Mary Ricksen // September 13, 2010 at 4:56 PM  

    I'd forgotten about the slop jar!
    My grandparents had an outhouse too. boy did it stink. I was always afraid something would bite my butt.
    Thank God for modern toilets!

  37. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 5:23 PM  

    THANK YOU, MELBA MOON! Is that your real name? I love it! Yep, those granddaddy long legs, except we played with those--they make good temporary pets. Thank you for visiting--Celia

  38. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 5:25 PM  

    MAEVE--sometimes we need a little prodding to remember something wonderful. Those were the good old days--are were they? Just think how hot it is in Texas right now, and we and they lived without air conditioning. Ugh. I appreciate your visiting--Celia

  39. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 5:29 PM  

    Mary R.--oh, yes, it was terrifying to sit on that old wooden hole---ohhh, dang, I shudder with the thought. Yes, thank goodness for nice porcelin toilets!
    I love this kind of gathering, too, more than I can say. You all have a wonderful, smashing group, and I congratulate you for putting the blog together and the title is fantastic! You're all so talented. Thank you, dear friend--Celia

  40. Scarlet Pumpernickel // September 13, 2010 at 6:34 PM  

    Celia, great blog, those wonderful memories are heartwarming. I will put you work on my ereader as soon as I can.

    About name, I have it on very good authority that it is indeed Melba's real name! Beats Scarlet Pumpernickel, doesn't it?

    Scarlet having a bit of fun!

  41. Celia Yeary // September 13, 2010 at 8:25 PM  

    Who would not love Scarlet Pumpernickel? I'm glad to know Melba Moon is a real name--I think it's wonderfully intriguing. Thank you so much for having me here, all of you--it's been an absolute blast! Celia

  42. Diane Craver // September 14, 2010 at 8:35 AM  

    This is a lovely blog with many talented writers and I see my friend Autumn is one of the members. Waving to my friends, Autumn and Celia.

    Thanks for hosting Celia! I loved reading about your visits to your grandparents, Celia.

  43. Hywela Lyn // September 14, 2010 at 9:49 AM  

    Hi Celia

    What a fascinating post! I remember when I was a tiny girl (about five years old) being shocked by the Victorian 'outhouse' at the farm of one of my relatives. I loved visiting the farm, but not the outhouse. I'm sure they had an 'inside' bathroom but I don't remember that nearly as well!