I'm distressed by the idea of Jane wanting to compete in a man's world. That's the way my wife refers to her growing enchantment in outdoors adventure. The idea infuriates me. I understand that anyone who really is anyone must struggle with everday problems and relationships. I realize love must be learned and earned, and that it can be lost through mistakes or choices made or not made during life. Some might applaud the thought of a lady determined to become her "own woman" in a man's world. Not me. What bothers me is not that my petite wife of more than five decades wants to compete in outdoors proficiency, but where in hell does she, or anyone else, get the idea that all in nature belongs to men?
This book, then, is about two people in love, sharing a life of dreams and adventure -- and growing in the process. In reality, it's about any couple who live and love and share and struggle to achieve the life they wish. What makes this story especially remarkable is how many time this couple fell on their butts while doing so!
what people are saying:
I just read Dance On the Wild Side and couldn't put it down. I want everyone in my family to read it. I just ordered Learning To Talk Bear and can't wait to get started - Kathy McHugh e-mail
While on vacation this summer I was in Wal-Mart in Bozeman and found some signed copies of Dance On the Wild Side. I loved it, and ordered more. I love all I've read, Chocolate Legs being remarkable. Your writing is outstanding - Phyllis Hammons e-mail
Roland Cheek writes as beautifully as Shakespeare about love
- Madeline Willson / Great Falls, MT
Nan and I have read, enjoyed, and admired the structure and writing of Dance on the Wild Side. You are caring, concerned, eompetent advocates for an important way of life. Very well done! A fascinating autobiography - Hugh Cullman / Beaufort, NC
One helluva book! Enjoyable reading! Amazing life you two have led. I know it took courage and honesty to tell the story of your personal life. - Robert West / Eatonton, GA
I had the pleasure of talking with Roland in Bozeman last December, and bought three of his books as gifts for friends. As Roland mentioned I would, I saw parts of my wife and my experiences in your Dance book, though our adventures were tamer! - Dave Buschena /Bozeman, MT
P.S. I had no idea of your early involvement in Back Country Horsemen -- what an important group.
IR Book Coordinator Lois Lonnquist
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There was but one certainty in the world of my childhood: that all existence was controlled by two powers. The first was a terrible, vengeful Creator with direct authority over an unspeakable horror called hell, a creator who delighted in consigning even an innocent child to the flames of eternal damnation for the tiniest infraction. The second was a mother who wielded a seven-foot piece of broken driving rein with such relish that risking God's displeasure was preferable to even a baleful glance from His most prominent challenger.
In fairness, my mother's determined forcefulness may have bubbled so near the surface because of a perceived need to compete in a world peopled with males. If so, she succeeded remarkably well, tolerating little dissent from her husband and less from her three sons; especially the youngest, who failed from the outset by arriving via Caesarean section in the midst of the Great Depression, and with the wrong orifices.
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My brother Hillburn, the oldest of the three boys, was six months into his nineteenth year when the attack came on Pearl Harbor. He wanted to enlist before the oil slicks cleared and he would have done so, but mother ordered him to wait for the draft. Not even her favorite in the full flush of young manhood dared test that outthrust jaw and piercing eye.
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