AW Welcome Nancy and thanks for visiting. Please tell us about your book?
NQ My debut book is entitled “Go West, Young Woman!” It is the true story of our family’s complete change of lifestyle. After my husband retired from the United States Air Force, we moved from the city to a rural mountain in Montana. We wanted a new way of living and we definitely achieved our goal. We soon discovered how unprepared we were for the challenges we faced, both comical and adventurous. Some of the more humorous encounters, like window licking cattle, only masked our more ominous confrontations with predators and nature such as finding a cougar on our swing set and a wolf waiting at our back door. In time we discovered the true meaning of the “Code of the West”, a concept that has not entirely vanished from the American way of life.
AW Wow! That's a whole year's blogging in itself! Unfortunately, we only have today, so, what does Christmas mean to you, your family and your animals?
NQ All of our animals have Christmas stockings. They are lined up on the stairway with my children’s, husband’s, and my own, because we consider our pets part of the family. I still remember the expression of shocked disbelief I received from my ranching friend, Gail, when I mentioned it during a casual conversation about our holiday preparations. Ranchers have a working relationship with their animals, and view even dogs more as hired hands than as pets worthy of any pampering.
Since this was his initiation into our tradition, I made a special effort to show him each ornament as we hung it on the tree. As always, I explained the stories behind them, hoping that in time my daughters would have them committed to memory. Kobi listened intently while I recited their individual histories reflecting the places we have lived, the birth of each child, the friends we have known, and the adventures we have shared. First came the shiny ceramic dog named Snoopy from the “Peanuts” comic strip, with a candy cane in his paws, given to me by Kathy Ericson in the third grade. It’s the only ornament I ever received as a child, and I cherished the sentiment behind it, though it had to wait many years before it appeared on a tree. Mother was very strict about Christmas décor; everything had to match, so our handmade or gifted ornaments never did pass muster. After I was grown, Snoopy always had a place on my tree. Next came the glass candy my husband gave me when we first married. Like so many couples starting out, money was tight, but Bill thought it important we have an ornament that was uniquely ours that first Christmas together. Kobi licked his chops when I showed it to him. Sorry boy, it isn’t edible. Oh, but here’s one he can identify with, my personal favorite, a hand-blown glass figurine of two Dalmatian puppies. I bought it because it reminded me of the Halloween when both my girls, still very young, dressed as Dalmatians. The image of those smiling little faces will never leave my memory.
The decorating continued with a quaint little covered wagon ornament I acquired before the great trek to Montana and the new home and new life it promised for us. That’s where Kobi came in, a lost waif we had adopted from the local Humane Society. Since it was his first Christmas with us, I made an ornament for him, as I have for all the dogs and horses who’ve shared their lives with us, and will for those yet to come.
With the work on the tree now done, Bill stopped groaning, the girls enjoyed their sweet rewards, and I was relieved to be tying the last stocking to the stairway bannister. Kobi eyed this one with its satin red ribbon. He sat in front of it all evening, wistfully gazing and dreaming of its contents. He knew this one was his, and in it were very special gifts. When it was time for bed, I had to remind him to settle in for the night. Reluctantly, he abandoned his vigil, but when morning came, surprisingly, I did not find him by his stocking, but instead, asleep under the tree, near the ornament with his photograph in it. Yes, I think he really did understand the spirit of Christmas.
AW Wish I could be there with you all, but I'm on stage this year in pantomime and will be spending my time with Hansel and Gretal entertaining a lot of mums, dads and children. Just one last question though. If you had a whole afternoon to yourself this Christmas and could choose to spend it with any one individual, living or dead or a character from a book, who would it be, and what would you want to discuss?
NQ That is such a difficult question for me. There are so many people and book characters I admire. However, since you mentioned only one individual, I would have to say my father, Boyd A. Zimmer, Jr. He died when I was 6, so I never really knew him well. How amazing it would be to spend some time with him - imagine, a whole afternoon! He was a noted artist, though his work was more impressionistic than mine. I lean toward detailed and realistic representation in my art, which focuses on nature. I know my abilities are a gift from him, which is why I sign every piece of art with a “Z” as my middle initial. It represents my maiden name, and is my personal thank you, just for my Dad. While I would ask him about his paintings and what inspired him, as well as his numerous charity efforts, mostly, I would besiege him with a million questions about our former family life.
About the author...: Nancy Quinn is an internationally known wildlife artist whose work is noted for its detail and accuracy. She is the recipient of two World Wildlife Art Championship awards and the subject of numerous articles about animal art. She now happily resides on a mountainside in Montana with her husband, daughters, dogs, and horses, where she continues to paint and write about her experiences living in the wild.
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