When I helped my 86 year old mom self-publish her childhood memories, I also took on the job as PR person for the book. I posted blurbs all over the Internet, sent postcards to libraries and helped arrange author talks and book signings.
We sent this postcard to libraries in Kansas to promote my mother’s memoir.
One fun way to promote the book was with a t-shirt. You can get these printed up locally or use a site like Zazzle or Vistaprint. Get everyone in the family to wear the shirts. Have them prepped to talk enthusiastically about the book when someone asks them.
A sunflower seemed like a good match for a Kansas memoir. I ordered this t-shirt from Vistaprint to promote My Flint Hills Childhood.
Make sure they know where people can buy the book too. With the t-shirts, friends and family can become walking billboards promoting the book. Besides being available online (see below), we made the books available at the Kansas Oil Museum in El Dorado, Kansas and at the Greenwood County Historical Museum in Eureka, Kansas.
Have you written a book? If so, then you know that promoting the book is a lot of work.
Here’s my mother’s memoir. It won the 2010 Ferguson Kansas History Book award.
Gail Lee Martin’s memoir is available from Blurb.com
Mom’s stories plus some of mine and my sisters were compiled in this book about my dad.
The book about Dad is also available from Blurb.
I wanted my mother to live forever, I guess. Even though I knew that wasn’t realistic, I was hopeful that she’d live well into her nineties at least. After all, her grandmother lived to be 91 and great-grandfather lived to 92. Her Aunt Bertha lived to 96 and Aunt Vina to 94.
Those are all from the Tower line in our family. It’s pretty remarkable for people born in the 1800s to live that long. I was hoping that those Tower genes would carry Mom along into the nineties too.
We had worked together to complete the two books, Mom’s memoir and the collected stories about Dad’s life. I’d hoped the three works-in-progress gave her some incentive to hang around. I really needed her input on our Civil War ancestor’s book and on Aunt Bertha’s biography.
My mother’s memoir.
They say that having a passion for something contributes to longevity. Sadly, she did not regain her zest for writing and research and genealogy after Dad died. Her health issues and missing her spouse of 67 years dragged her down. She died of a broken hip followed by a heart attack at 88.
Now it is up to me to make those books happen. I worry that there will be gaps that I can’t fill without her knowledge of family history. I worry that I can’t tell the stories like she could.
Knowing that they won’t be perfect, I need to go forward with the projects. It is what she would want. Here’s hoping I live until 99 to complete all the family projects.
The book about Dad.
I’ve been lax about keeping up with the Blog Every Day in May challenge. It has inspired me to write more here than I might otherwise. The topic for today is “What’s on your plate?” Now I could write about food, but the question makes me think of all the things I want to get done.
Mom and I were collaborating on two family books before she died. One was about her aunt, Bertha McGhee, and the other was about her great-grandfather, Abraham Bates Tower. She had some primary source material on both of them and some memories of her aunt.
I rue that I didn’t ask her more questions on the two topics. She had sent home with me the letters, the diary, and other notes, photos and memorabilia on the two relatives. I’ve been diligently researching and reading up on background information to add to the books.
It feels like a huge project, so I need to break each one down into sections and focus on working my way through a section at a time. Maybe then I won’t feel so ineffectual in the progress on the books. I’ve been dragging my feet on transcribing 40 years of Aunt Bertha’s letters. Fortunately her handwriting is fairly clear. I need to do it soon, as there are still some relatives who can answer questions that may turn up from the letters.
Here’s Bertha McGhee (on the right) in New Mexico with some of the other teachers from the Navajo school.
Maybe we should all make a list of truths that we discover during our lives. We could leave these lists for our children to guide them through the pitfalls they are sure to encounter.
In trying to think what life tip my mother might wish for me to know, my mind swirled around the importance of reading, of writing, of memories… Perhaps she would have said:
A good book will last you longer than a tidy house. Hmm, that doesn’t flow quite right. How about “Do what you love and don’t worry about cooking and cleaning.”
Mom often raced to get a meal on the table for her hungry husband and six children. Supper time sneaked up on her as she worked on a craft project, read a book or helped a child with their 4-H activity.
Although we loved her pot roast and the pancakes made in creative shapes, we’ll probably remember most the hours she spent showing us how to make a butterfly net or driving us to a remote location where we could find geodes for our rock collection.
As I turn the page of the book I’m reading, I silently thank my mother and father for being readers. They set the example in our home and all their children became lifelong lovers of books.
My whole career evolved from a love of reading. I spent thirty years as a librarian ensuring that communities had access to books through their public library.
We may not have had the neatest house around and our meals weren’t always on time, but we learned to create things and to love books. That’s a legacy that I’m glad I have.
The Three Silly Kittens – favorite stories from childhood.
It seems I get haphazard in my postings when I don’t have a challenge goading me on. Luckily I stumbled on one called Blog Every Day in May. It even offers prompts to inspire you.
The theme for today is “Share a book that you’d like to read, but haven’t yet. What draws you to it?”
I have one that’s calling to me. It’s from my mother’s bookshelf of Kansas authors. The title is They Named Me Ethel and the author is Ethel Adams June. The memoir tells of a 1920s childhood growing up on a farm southeast of Wichita, Kansas, near Mulvane.
Ethel was born in 1914, so a decade before my mom. I’m looking forward to seeing to sharing her approach to her memories and comparing her style to Mom’s. I already peeked into one chapter and see that she wrote about having a pet rooster. That reminds me of Grandma’s pet hen in one of Mom’s stories, The Day the Mad Dog Came.”
Mom and Dad always had more books than would fit on the bookshelves. There were stacks of books on side tables and on the floor next to the television.