One of us lives on the east coast. One of us lives on the west.

One of us lives in a rural community. One of us lives in a city.

Both of us wander. Both of us witness. Both of us write.

This is a record of what we find.







Showing posts with label Jeannie Mobley. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 18, 2014

Discovering Stories Out There and the Winner of SEARCHING FOR SILVERHEELS

I don't know about you, but my head is still spinning from taking in all that Jeannie Mobley offered us over the last two weeks.  Spinning in a good way!

I am particularly buzzing about this: I just needed to be in nature as part of the process.

And this:  Things like that [the cabin Jeannie and her sister found] have always sent stories singing through my blood--- me feel like I am not making up stories so much as discovering them, everywhere that people have been before me. That everyone's story is crying out to be told.




What do you think of those two ideas?  That there are all of these stories just out there in the world---entwined in tree roots, written on river rocks, tucked into mountainsides---and we need to find them.  Maybe listen for them. And the way to do that, of course, is to be out there.  We spend so much time at our desks, or in the coffee shops, heads down and writing, but we also, perhaps, need to spend just as 
much time out there...


I'm going to try to do that; to spend more time outside with the intention of just being there to listen.

















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And remember Jeannie's book giveaway?  Kelly Bennett is the lucky winner!  Congratulations Kelly!  Jeannie will be in touch with you to send you your copy of SEARCHING FOR SILVERHEELS!

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Guest Interview: Jeannie Mobley on landscape and her new novel SEARCHING FOR SILVERHEELS Part 2


Jeannie Mobley is back for part 2 of her interview!  And it is is a real treat; a walk through some Colorado history via the most gorgeous landscape… Don't miss the last part of the interview, where Jeannie tells us a little about her childhood, ladies underwear ads, and why she feels like she discovers stories. I know her ideas will stay with me for a long time. First, though, a recap about her novel, SEARCHING FOR SILVERHEELS:

Set in a small Colorado town at the dawn of World War I, the story centers around Pearl, who helps her mother run the family café. She entertains customers with the story of a legendary dancer name Silverheels who nursed miners through a smallpox epidemic. Her neighbor, Josie, makes fun of her though, and challenges Pearl to find proof that Silverheels was, indeed, such a saintly person or…help Josie pass out her suffragette pamphlets. As Pearl searches for the truth about Silverheels she discovers more about her town than she bargained for. History, romance and intrigue are woven together in this beautiful story!




Tam: The novel takes place during World War I, is that right?  Can you explain to us how this time period, plus the legend, are preserved within the landscape?  Can you walk us through some of the photos you have here?

Jeannie: Yes, my story is set in World War I. It's interesting that you ask how it is preserved in the landscape, because that's something I didn't really know until I started working on this book. I picked World War I as the time period because I wanted to emphasize women's issues and the home front during a war. The suffrage movement in that particular war really worked well to do that. However, I had no real idea what impact, if any, the war had on Colorado. What I learned was that there was a zinc boom – zinc was used in the shell casings for bullets and was in short supply. Mining in the Colorado mountains had fallen off in the late 1800s with the crash in silver prices, but there was a resurgence of mining, because there was zinc in the old tailings of silver and gold mines. So during World War I, miners flocked back to abandoned mines, to re-process the old tailings piles.

Tam: I didn't know that!

Jeannie: Of course, Colorado's other big industry, in addition to mining, has always been tourism, and tourism took a down turn during the war, much to the consternation of my main character Pearl, who makes her spending money off of tourists.


But I digress from your question. I'd love to take you on a tour of Como, Colorado, where Pearl lives.


Today Como is a town of only 200 residents, most of them only there for the summer. In Pearl's day it was larger, as a major hub for the railroad, with dividing branches that ran over Boreas Pass to Breckenridge, and the main branch that continued south to Fairplay. Several historic features associated with the railroad still stand in the town:

The old depot itself, currently being restored with State Historic Funds (this picture was taken in the summer of 2013, when restoration had just begun.)










The old railroad hotel, which has been purchased by a British expat, and partially restored to run as a small bed and breakfast. I highly recommend the bread pudding! My husband and I stayed there on the weekend of our 25th wedding anniversary, in a room that just happened to have a hint of Silverheels on the bedside table.

Many other old buildings are found in Como, including the historic roundhouse, for moving engines to and from different rail lines, and even this old building, across the street from the train station:


Today, it is a small store, but I learned on my visit to Como in 2013 that it served as a lunch counter in the 1920s, and served lunch to people from the train, much as Pearl's café does in my fictionalized version of the town. Somewhere between those two dates, it had yet another use, and the word "Saloon" is still just barely visible in paint above the windows.

Another series of scenes in SEARCHING FOR SILVERHEELS takes place in the Buckskin Joe cemetery, where rumor has it, the ghost of Silverheels has been seen in black veil and black dress, walking among the graves of the miners who died in the epidemic.

I cheated a little in my book, and actually moved the location of Buckskin Joe from the south side of Mount Silverheels, near the town of Alma, to the north side, near Como. I wanted Pearl to live in a town near Buckskin Joe (which would be Alma), but it was also important for the story that she be in the railroad town (which was Como). So in the end, I chose Como, and shifted Buckskin Joe to make it close enough for Pearl to visit in an afternoon.

However the cemetery still exists at Buckskin Joe. Marble and granite headstones mark many graves, but the oldest ones are marked by an outline of cobbles and a wooden cross, as I describe in the book.


Most of the crosses are unreadable, but some have had the name scratched back onto the wood when the graves have been tended, another detail I replicated in the story: 



I also drew on my explorations of the Como cemetery, with which I'm more familiar. Cemeteries, in general have an interesting, remembering quality to the air, a feeling of accumulated memory that seems to permeate them, and that I try to remember when I write those scenes. This view of the Como cemetery was clear in my mind when I wrote the overall description in the book: 


What I did not include in my book, were the many, many poignant markers, like this one, that show how hard life was in the early 20th century in the Colorado Rockies:



Finally, my tour of Pearl's world would not be complete without a visit to Mount Silverheels, Colorado's 99th tallest mountain at an elevation of 13,822 feet.


The summit of Mount Silverheels is not as visible from Como as I make it out to be in my book – another geographic liberty I took. A smaller mountain blocks the direct view of the peak, though the lower slopes of the mountain are right there. However, just a few miles out of Como, the view of the summit is stunning.

There is also supposedly a trail to hike the mountain, not far out of town, and in an ambitious moment last summer, my husband and I decided we would climb the peak. But though we found the sign directing us to the trail, we never quite managed to find the trail itself. It turns out our twenty-year-old forest service map was grossly inaccurate on the matter of trailheads and access roads.


On our random search for the trailhead, we did encounter this abandoned bit of mining equipment:










We also found a meadow filled with elephant's heads, one of my favorite Colorado wildflowers. They always remind me of my grandmother – I'm not sure why, though I suspect she must be the one who pointed out to me the little elephants all up and down the stalk.



In the end we attempted a cross country assault on the mountain, which we started much too late in the day, and was further slowed by a bad choice of route and some brutal scrambling through down timber.  We didn't get much past timberline before turning back (at about 12,000 feet above sea level, and still nearly 2,000 feet in elevation, and quite a few miles in hiking distance, below the summit) but we did take the opportunity to take a terrible, sweaty, selfie. Memo to self: do not use your camera while oxygen deprived.




And finally, on our way back down the mountain, we encountered a sage hen, who led us off into a forest away from her chicks and directly into a field full of these beauties – Rocky Mountain Columbine, the Colorado state flower, and another personal favorite. 

So despite our failure as mountain climbers, it was a lovely day all around.

Tam: Oh my gosh.  I really feel like you whisked me off on a tour!  While my whole body is buzzing with all of those details, let me ask you one final question.  What does the landscape in Searching for Siverheels mean to you, Jeannie?

Jeannie: Well, that's probably obvious for my "you asked for an inch, now here's a mile" response to your question above. This is a place near and dear to my heart, where everywhere you look, there is some glory to be discovered – simple small glories, of nature, or survival, or history.

 The landscape of this story is in the central part of Colorado, an area that I find exceptionally beautiful, but also a part of the state that holds many fond memories for me growing up. Memories I hope to keep building for years to come, too.

 My family camped and fished and played in this area from early in my childhood. I have one distinct memory of my sister and I hiking cross-country, only to come upon an old, falling-down miner's cabin, off on a remote ridge, far from anywhere. We poked around inside, and discovered, along with square-cut nails and broken glass in blue, green, and amber, that some lonely old miner had wallpapered the walls with the ladies underwear ads from the Sears and Roebuck catalog (circa 1920s or so). Things like that have always sent stories singing through my blood – made me feel like I am not making up stories so much as discovering them, everywhere that people have been before me. That everyone's story is crying out to be told. That people are colorful and quirky and funny and poignant, and that the world is a big, grand place of sweeping beauty – even when the beauty is in the form of old underwear ads on a cabin wall.

Tam: Thank you so much, Jeannie, for this rich exploration of central Colorado!  And for sharing so much of your time and you.


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Don't forget to post a comment for a chance to receive a copy of SEARCHING FOR SILVERHEELS!


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Jeannie Mobley writes both historical and contemporary middle grade fiction. Her debut novel, Katerina’s Wish (Aug 2012, Margaret K. McElderry Books (S&S)), won the 2013 Colorado Book Award in Juvenile Fiction. It is on the William Allen White Award Master List, and was selected by the Library of Congress to represent the state of Colorado at the 2013 National Book Festival.  Her second novel,Searching For Silverheels, released September 2, 2014. When not writing or reading fiction, Jeannie is a mother, wife, lover of critters, and an anthropology professor at Front Range Community College, where she teaches a variety of classes on cultures past and present. Jeannie is represented by Erin Murphy of the Erin Murphy Literary Agency.



Thursday, September 4, 2014

Guest Interview: Jeannie Mobley on landscape and her second novel SEARCHING FOR SILVERHEELS


We are thrilled, once again, to have Jeannie Mobley here with us, this time exploring her second novel, Searching For Silverheels. 

Set in a small Colorado town at the dawn of World War I, the story centers around Pearl, who helps her mother run the family café. She entertains customers with the story of a legendary dancer name Silverheels who nursed miners through a smallpox epidemic. Her neighbor, Josie, makes fun of her though, and challenges Pearl to find proof that Silverheels was, indeed, such a saintly person or…help Josie pass out her suffragette pamphlets. As Pearl searches for the truth about Silverheels she discovers more about her town than she bargained for. History, romance and intrigue are woven together in this beautiful story!

Jeannie is one of my favorite people in the world. As I found out the last time I interviewed her, we share a deep appreciation for landscape and the stories it holds. We are lucky to have her back here.


Tam:  Welcome back Jeannie! I am going to just jump right in!  I know from our last interview about your debut, Katerina's Wish, that landscape is really important to you; that you are able to center yourself and rejuvenate when you are in a quiet space in nature. You spoke about that Buddhist concept of distracting the senses in order to free the subconscious (I love this); that nature does that for you. Has this shifted at all? Changed? Deepened?  

Jeannie: Sadly, in the last few years, I haven't gotten out into nature much. I've been busy, preoccupied… I'm not exactly sure what I've been, life just somehow gets diverted and you don't realize how. 

Tam: I can relate to that…

Jeannie: But I still seek out nature in what little ways I can. I walk along the canals that run through town and enjoy the little micro-environment there, and I do most of my writing in my sunroom or on the back patio where I can at least look out at grass and trees, squirrels and bunnies. What I crave, though, is that quiet, alone time in nature. It's no coincidence that the idea for Searching For Silverheels came to me while driving alone across the state of Colorado, a 9 hour drive from the southwest corner to my home in the north central part of the state. Most of the drive is through rural, wild mountain areas, and on back roads instead of the interstate. And I can tell you exactly where on the drive the key ideas for the story hit me, the connection between the place and the story were that strong. Not long after it came to me, I actually pulled over at a rest stop on La Vita Pass, and sat out among the golden aspen trees (it was early October, and the peak of the fall color). 

Tam: Why?

Jeannie: I'm not sure if I did that to give thanks or to think. Mostly I just sat and gave myself over to the moment. I just needed to be in nature as a part of the process.

Tam:  Pearl is the main character in Searching For Silverheels. What does landscape mean to her?

Mount Silverheels
Jeannie: Pearl lives in the shadow of Mount Silverheels, in the small mountain town of Como, Colorado, which in 1917, when the story is set, was one of the biggest towns in Park County, with a whopping population of nearly 500. In other words, she is definitely a rural kid.  She doesn't spend a lot of time pondering landscape, but there are many little things in the story that show her connection to this place she lives in. She notices the fancy shoes of the city folks that come through on the train, and how they look like they've never stepped off pavement in their life. She wonders how tourists can worry about bears and wild animals as she rides out of town at twilight and feels soothed by the quiet of nature and the mother deer with their fawns in the meadows. She looks up at the bright sweep of the Milky Way at night (if you've never viewed the night sky at an elevation of 10,000 feet above sea level, in a place with no city lights, you really should put it on your bucket list!) and she reflects on the beauty and comfort of her world. And most definitely, she notices the changing moods of the mountain peaks around the town. She's a Colorado country kid at heart - just as I am.

Tam: Can you speak a little about the legend that Searching for Silverheels centers around?  The one about Mount Silverheels and the dance hall girl it was named after?

Jeannie: Silverheels was a dance-hall girl during the gold rush era in Colorado (the 1860s), famous for her beauty. In the harsh winter of 1861, she was in the town of Buckskin Joe when a smallpox epidemic hit. Doctors from Denver could not reach the town, and many of the healthy fled, but Silverheels stayed to nurse the sick and dying miners. Eventually, however, she contracted smallpox herself. She survived, but her face was badly scarred, and her legendary beauty ruined. The miners took up a collection for her, but when they took it to her cabin, she was gone. They searched, but found no trace of her, so they named the nearby mountain after her to show their gratitude.

Tam: Does the legend have any truth to it?

Jeannie: As for the truth behind the legend, that is uncertain. Different version put her in different towns, and various speculations have given her various real names (several of which appear in my story.) There is no independent historical record of the smallpox epidemic. Whether or not Silverheels herself was real, however, there are many well documented cases of dance-hall girls and prostitutes becoming nurses during epidemics in the west, so it isn't particularly improbable that the story is true. But like all good legends, it's probably been embellished as well.

Tam: In our last interview you articulated how being in a place that has a rich history makes you listen to the landscape. Have you been to the place where Silverheels is set? Did you do that there? Listen?

Jeannie: Yes, South Park, (the real South Park, where Como is found, not the TV version) is a place that I have loved all my life. My family traveled and camped there, and I've had so many amazing experiences there - watching golden eagles hunt, clambering around on mountainsides, stumbling blindly onto unique historical tidbits. So much to see, so much silence to listen to, such a deep yearning inside me. One place that I kept coming back to in my mind, a place where the silences are full and deep and saturated with stories, is the old cemetery at Como. In the story itself, Pearl and Frank visit the cemetery at Buckskin Joe, and I have been there too. But the way I describe it in my book is really more like the cemetery of Como, because  that place draws me in. 

Tam: When were you there?

Jeannie: I don't know when I first explored that cemetery. For a long time, I remembered it and thought about it, but didn't know where it was, it was just a memory that was so old, the kind of memory that you think sometimes might just have been a dream, strong, and ultra vivid, but disconnected from other memories. 

Tam: Yes!  One of those memories!  I've had those…

Jeannie: But the moment I stepped again into the Como Cemetery, I knew it - strong and familiar. 

Tam: Is the cemetery haunted?!

Como Cemetery
Jeannie: All old cemeteries are haunted - if not by ghosts, then by the memory of sadness and loss and love. You cannot read a headstone that gives the age of "3 months and 1 week" and not feel the pull of a mother's love and loss at your heart. Nineteenth and early twentieth century mountain cemeteries are especially poignant that way. It was hard to give birth and keep babies alive at an elevation of 10,000 feet above sea level, and the many graves of young wives, babies, and children attest to those struggles. 

But there is something comforting too, in the Como cemetery. The aspen trees create a rich, golden light, and nature is taking back over graciously, with tall grass, and wildflowers, and a gentle dappling of light and leaves. I think I'd rather be part of nature fading comfortably back into beauty when I die, rather than a stiff, mown lawn and sprinkler system. 

Tam: Duly noted!

How did you manage to create such a rich, true landscape when it is not here today for you to go visit, and research?  How did you gather and then articulate the details of this landscape? I asked this about Katerina's Wish, and I am curious about it with Silverheels too

Como
Jeannie: I did less archival research with Silverheels than I did with Katerina, because the town of Como really hasn't changed much since Pearl's childhood. Also, my dad was an old railroad buff, and through him I already knew a lot of the history of Como and the railroad hub that existed there. I did, however, look at some historic photos of the town, and at some census data to get a sense of its size. But mostly, I gave Pearl my childhood love of the mountains and turned her loose in them, just as my parents turned me loose. Pearl is much more my childhood me - day-dreamy, romantically minded, and a bit afraid to stand up for herself - than Katerina is. That said, I also didn't try too hard to portray Como exactly as it was. I fictionalized the town to make it what I needed it to be. I wanted to be true to it in spirit, but not necessarily in the geography or layout of the town. So I was amazed (and a little weirded out) when I discovered that the building across from the train station really had been a lunch counter that served people off the train in the 1920s. I had just made up the café and the idea that that was how they got their main business, and then it turned out to be accurate.

Tam: I can totally picture that café and train station. And I want to picture more… Thank you for taking the time, Jeannie, to explore both your and Pearl's relationship to landscape, and for whetting our appetites with this teaser of a description of Como…

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Stay tuned! Next week Jeannie will take us on a tour of Pearl's world.  Don't miss it!  And don't miss a chance to win a copy of Searching For Silverheels either!  Just post a comment below (or next week) for a chance at this giveaway!

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Jeannie Mobley writes both historical and contemporary middle grade fiction. Her debut novel, Katerina’s Wish (Aug 2012, Margaret K. McElderry Books (S&S)), won the 2013 Colorado Book Award in Juvenile Fiction. It is on the William Allen White Award Master List, and was selected by the Library of Congress to represent the state of Colorado at the 2013 National Book Festival.  Her second novel, Searching For Silverheels, released September 2, 2014. When not writing or reading fiction, Jeannie is a mother, wife, lover of critters, and an anthropology professor at Front Range Community College, where she teaches a variety of classes on cultures past and present. Jeannie is represented by Erin Murphy of the Erin Murphy Literary Agency.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Finding Light on the Second Shortest Day of the Year

Tomorrow is the shortest day of the year. Here in Vermont, the sun will rise at 7:23AM and set at 4:14PM. The light of the day will last for 8 hours and 51 minutes. I had planned on writing about the sunrise today. About watching the sun peek over the tree line that spans the sky east of the river trail, about how running on the trail at that time of day makes me feel a little powerful, like I am part of the process of tugging the sun up out of night and into day.

Last Friday surpassed the winter solstice, though. It fell dark even before noon. And I don't feel all that powerful anymore. In fact I feel somewhat helpless, and a lot vulnerable. Many of us do. So I am going to lift an idea from my friend, Jeannie Mobley, who writes at Emu's Debuts. Monday was her turn to post over there, and she focused on the people---the flames of light---in her community who have overcome the darkness. Small speck of light by small speck of light, they add up to a whole lot, she says. Perhaps everything. I agree with Jeannie.

Sunrise in the woods
So I want to share images of sunrises in many different landscapes and stories about the people who, this year alone, tugged on up a light for me just as powerful as the sun. And I would love to hear from you all about the people in your life who are the same kind of mighty powerful.

This is only a handful of images and, more importantly, only a handful of people. There are so so many.

Beth Kephart, who lit a path of connection with her lyrical novel, Small Damages. Her love of landscape, as well as her advice and support, have meant so much to me.
Sunrise over the river

My Running with Foxes/Running with Atalanta crew---Kara, Alice, Hannah and Stefani (and Winn-Dixie, Cody, Willow, Henry and Lucas)---who light the way along the trail every Tuesday, Friday and Sunday. The rhythm of my life would not be the same without you.

Sunrise over the desert
Jeanne, Portia, Marie, Rebecca and Dan, who light my little trio's educational and emotional pathways, each a little different (more treacherous here, more smooth there) from the other.

Sharry (oh luminous blog-mate), Sarah and Cindy, who light the way to my stories when, like a car in the fog, I can't even see a few feet in front of me.

Sunrise over the fields
Luke Reynolds, Soul-Wait-Mate of mine, who lit a path to breaking the rules.

Lisa, who lights a path between my house and hers, a path lined with just the exact right ingredient---for a bread or a cake, for a celebration or a heartache.

Sunrise over the ocean




Davina Morgan-Witts, who lit a path for me of work that I love. Which is an understatement. And Poornima Apte, who walks with me there. Whom I love. Which is also an understatement.




Diane, who lights a path between heart and head and body.

And of course, Jeannie Mobley herself, who lit a path for me today with regards to this post, and who is my light of inspiration on my path to publication.

Who lights up your life?

Let us all shine on. Despite the dark, or maybe because of it.

With gratitude,

Tam

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Interview with debut author Jeannie Mobley



We are thrilled to have debut author Jeannie Mobley here today, along with her brand-new middle grade novel Katerina’s Wish. I couldn’t put Katerina’s Wish down while I was reading it, and about a third of the way through the book I figured out why: the story, more than any other that I can recall, evoked memories of reading as a child…of that very specific phenomenon of feeling a book transport and hug, all at the same time. Jeannie’s writing is magical like that.

I am lucky to be able to call Jeannie my friend. She is truly one of the warmest, funniest, smartest women I know. What I didn’t know, until I interviewed her, was how much landscape resonates for her. I feel even more connected to Jeannie after having this conversation.


KTE: Hi Jeannie!  Thank you for coming on over to Kissing the Earth to chat about Katerina’s Wish. First, what does landscape mean to you?

JM: Landscape is very important to me. I have always been a person who is rejuvenated by quiet space, and nothing does that for me like nature. So not only have I spent a lot of time outside, but I have also always sought out the quiet, peaceful places in the landscape to think, take comfort, relax, and connect. Even as I write this, I am sitting outside, and a breeze is singing thought a cottonwood above me.

KTE: Can you describe how, exactly, landscape is important to you?

JM: Nature is a very visceral experience for me. When I am outside in a beautiful place (and I find many kinds of places beautiful) I feel like my senses are more awake to everything. There is a concept in Buddhism of distracting the senses in order to free the subconscious, and I think that is what nature does for me. I feel hyper-aware of detail in the world around me, and less aware of myself. It is simultaneously calming and exhilarating.

KTE: I love that!  Boy, does that idea of being hyper-aware of details and thus less aware of self really resonates for me.

What does landscape mean to Katerina?  I am thinking, especially, of the juxtaposition of that magical place just over the hill and the coal mine.  As we talked about earlier, there is such a stark difference between the two.

JM: Because I seek solace in the quiet places of nature, that is what I wanted for Katerina too. I don't think it ever occurred to me to have her find comfort in any other way. It seemed very natural to me for her to find a quiet, natural place, away from the frenzy of the world she dislikes. And for me, water and trees are in the places that comfort me most, and so that is what Katerina experiences.  For Katerina, though, I added another layer, one that I haven't experienced. Because she is an immigrant from north-eastern Europe, I think the landscapes of Southern Colorado would be so starkly different, and it would be hard for someone from the green mountains of Bohemia to see beauty there in the best of times.

The tree that Katerina finds is a cottonwood. Cottonwoods have always been a special tree to me, because in the arid landscapes of the southern Colorado, they feel so out of place. They are truly oases, with their huge trunks and their huge, shady rustling leaves.  They seem to shout of something lush and green and cool, right out of the hot, dry, brown world. It was the best way I could think of for Trina to have a poignant reminder of home.

cottonwood

KTE: What does the landscape in Katerina's Wish, especially, mean to you?

three generations of the Mobley family exploring
JM: I grew up camping and traveling in the west, and my family explored many old ghost towns in the Colorado Rockies.

an ancestral Pueblo structure in southwest Colorado,
returning to earth after about 800 years
 When I am in a place where people have lived in the past, whether it is an old cabin, or an archaeological site left behind hundreds of years ago, I find myself listening hard.






It's not something I consciously do, in fact, I didn't realize that was what I was doing for a long time. But when I am exploring a ghost town with family or when I am working on an dig with a whole crew of archaeologists (the 
day job), I find myself seeking out chances to get away from people and to find a quiet place to listen.



KTE: Are you able to articulate what you hear in a place like this?

JM: There is something different about the silence of a space where people have been, and where the memories are slipping back into nature. It is a deeper silence, one that calls me to strain to hear it. The lives lived in a space become part of it somehow, in a collective memory of the ordinary. It's not as if great deeds have been done there. In fact, I often don't have that feeling at a place commemorating great deeds. Great deeds speak for themselves. But landscapes seem to absorb the essence of ordinary lives, the sacred spark of lives lived for the sake of living. That is what I strain to hear, that calls to me. That seems to be a layer of story embedded in the deeper silences of places people once lived. Its as if the living and the dying there has changed the place. Even as nature takes it back into itself, those places never seem to go back to being just nature. They remain different.

None of which exactly answers your question of what the landscape of Katerina's Wish means to me.

KTE: That’s okay!  I am still buzzing with this: The lives lived in a space become part of it somehow, in a collective memory of the ordinary… Its as if the living and the dying there has changed the place. Even as nature takes it back into itself, those places never seem to go back to being just nature. They remain different. Oh man…what a gorgeous, true statement.

JM: I suppose the landscape of the book per se means nothing to me, in that it is a fictional landscape that I have not been in myself. But the reason the landscape exists at all, is because of the time I have spent walking, sitting, and listening in the abandoned coal mine country of southern Colorado, with its ugly coal tips, it's arid, brown landscapes, its empty houses, and its silence, asking to be listened to, with a tangle of ordinary struggles flowing through it.

KTE: So you have, in fact, listened hard enough to hear the voice--in this arid, brown place--of Katerina. An ordinary girl with an ordinary struggle, but then you, Jeannie the writer and artist, have elevated her with this remarkable story.
southeast Colorado

KTE: Katerina's Wish is, of course, historical. How did you manage to create such a rich, true landscape when it is not here today for you to go visit, and research?  How did you gather and then articulate the details of this landscape?

JM: I do quite a bit of browsing through historical photos, because they capture the ordinary details of lives—the laundry, and picket fences, smoke and litter. Also, because I love browsing through old photos and it is a fun way to blow an entire morning when I don't feel like writing. Although I read history books, oral histories, and other primary documents, my greatest inspiration comes from visual sources.

But really, what I try to capture is the feeling that a landscape gives me, and this draws on my years of collected memories in those places, and the wanderings of my imagination.  In the case of Katerina's Wish, I had been in that area not long before I decided to set my story there, so I could draw on the feelings it gave me. I drew on it barren, dry, dead places and the sense of desolation they would give a Czech immigrant. 
             




The town would have been in an area like this, which once held the town of Ludlow. These are the old company stores and offices…
















And these are some of the few miners' houses left standing…










And then there is the mine. The hoists and shaft housing is all gone, but left behind, the piles of waste…

 And shells of unpicturesque concrete buildings.


















This row of coke ovens would have kept the air constantly full of coal smoke. Note the black, barren earth in the foreground. Coal dust and debris still leaves it nearly sterile, decades later.



And yet, amidst this all, just a few hundred feet from those coke ovens, a quiet little haven, under a cottonwood tree. (This picture was taken in October, when the stream had dwindled almost to nothing.)


After visiting these places, they stayed with me, but as feelings and impressions as much as visual experiences. So of course, that's what I set about trying to capture in my writing. It is an illusive thing, and I feel like I never quite capture it, which keeps me striving to do better next time. But, one early reader of my ARC told me, "I had to put your book down for a little while. I was so overwhelmed by a sense of homesickness from my childhood when you described that tree and pond, that I couldn't keep reading."  So I guess I got something right.

KTE: Ummm...yeah. You got a lot of somethings right. Thank you thank you thank you, Jeannie, for all of this. 

With gratitude,
Tam





Jeannie Mobley is a third generation native of Colorado on her mother’s side, while her father comes from a long line of yarn-spinners out of Arkansas. So really, it was inevitable that she would turn the histories of her home state into stories. In addition to letting her imagination run wild, Jeannie teaches anthropology in northern Colorado, enjoys as much sunshine as she possibly can, and talks in baby talk to her kids and animals, even though they are all grown up. Katerina’s Wish is her first novel. You can learn more about her here