The Man from Little Junction

Meet Ol' Jeb

by Wanda Conley Lopez


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Book Details

Language : English
Publication Date : 7/5/2011

Format : Hardcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 140
ISBN : 9781463412340
Format : Softcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 140
ISBN : 9781463412357
Format : E-Book
Dimensions : N/A
Page Count : 140
ISBN : 9781463412333

About the Book

If you need encouragement… This Book is for you. Take a trip with Ol’ Jeb back to a time, where things were simple and dreams really did come true. A time when a man’s word meant something, and to love was for always and forever. Embrace the stillness of a cool spring morning, and capture a moment at Millers Pond. By experiencing God’s love, his broken heart was finally on the mend and then he said… “Big Fancy Church… Here I Come” Need assistance with your new vocabulary (Hillbilly Slang) No problem: ‘Jeb’s Dictionary’ is located in the back of the book and it will quickly explain the quirks. Don't forget to read the enticing introduction of the entitled “To The Reader” section located in the front of the book and get a glimpse of the journey you will be taking with Ol’ Jeb and all the folks from Little Junction. You’re sure to have a great time!


About the Author

I’m from Cement, Oklahoma. It’s a very small town with very little to do! My folks were Christians and I spent most of my time going to church and to school. Before I was old enough to go to school I helped my mom and dad in the cotton fields. I really thought I was a big shot! I was just five-years-old, but I thought I was really working hard as I filled my little cardboard box with cotton and dumped it in my mama’s sack. I never helped out for very for long; nevertheless, I thought I had really contributed. Once I had pulled a couple boxes of cotton, I was free to go play. I had so much fun jumping off that cotton trailer into that mound of white fluffy cotton. I was involved in sports but singing was “My Thing”! I sang everywhere I could. Church became a lot more fun when I got a little older and could travel with the church choir. Those were the days all right! My parents were from Arkansas and my brother Billy and my three sisters: Betty, Patty and Mary were all born in the razorback state. I’m the only Okie out of the bunch. Guess that’s why talkin’ hillbilly comes so natural for me. Its just part of my DNA. I sure didn’t know I would be using my southern drawl years later especially as a journalist.