Cindy Chisholm
Cindy Chisholm grew up in rural North Carolina in the mid 1960's, moving from Baltimore city with her parents and siblings. She is often asked, "What grew your imagination to write "A Cabbit Tale". Let's take a look at her reply---
"Without a doubt, it was the freedom to express myself as a child. When our family moved from Baltimore City to North Carolina, it was like being in another world. I explored the woods that were more like a forest because you could never get to a clearing--- just endless beauty and more adventure at every turn. It was magical for me. The first Thanksgiving at our new home, a stray hunting dog came out of the woods. My entire family wanted to keep her since we did not have any pets. My Mom named her Pilgrim. The neighbors had a spotted hound named Boe and then there was Lynn's dog, a boxer named Mitzi, who had rotten teeth and gummed your legs when you peddled your bicycle along the dead-end dirt road that we all lived on. Soon after that I decided that my sisters and I should marry Pilgrim and Boe, and so we did. We had a ceremony at the edge of the tobacco fields that spread across five acres north of our property. Shortly afterwards Pilgrim became pregnant. The first time she gave birth she came home after being gone for almost a day, her belly no longer swollen. I followed her after lunch on a cool spring Sunday and discovered she had given birth in the hollow of an old hickory tree. My sister Bridget being the youngest and smallest at the age of four was coerced by me into crawling through the underbrush to retrieve the pups. That did not work out and eventually Pilgrim brought her litter home."
Cats were also introduced, and we had two, Binky and Felix. I spent most of my days looking for wild horses or any kind of horse for that matter. I had to have a horse. Girls in rural North Carolina just were meant to have horses. I can remember the day a white stallion appeared out of nowhere while I was inside watching cartoons. My mom yells out, "there's a horse in the side yard!" I ran out the sliding glass doors, and sure as heck there it was. He raised his head high and shook it from side to side as his blonde mane whooshed back and forth. I walked over slowly and before I knew it, I had grabbed the mane and holstered myself up on his bareback. He took off through the tobacco fields at a wild gallop. I was in heaven.
My love of adventure, animals, and especially cats inspired me to write "A Cabbit Tale." I hope you enjoy it, and remember, "Feed your imagination, read a story".
cjc
Have a sneak preview and read chapter one on the author's web site.
www.cindychisholmbooks.com
