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Malinda Jenkins was born in 1848, the daughter of a subsistence farmer in Kentucky. Showing spunk early, she pridefully refused to attend school without the right textbooks and escaped as soon as possible from a large family that had "too much religion" and too little else. She liked men and married three: a handsome lazybones, a kindly drunkard, and a chronic gambler. Malinda left her first husband in order to support herself and the children. Uneducated but willing to work hard and take risks, she established a boarding house in Texas, the first of many enterprises that would gradually bring financial independence. With her third husband, Jenkins, the professional gambler, she bounced all over the West, from Wichita Falls to Oregon City to Tacoma to a lumber camp in Washington. She operated a beauty parlor in San Francisco and more boarding houses while Jenkins prospected for gold in Alaska, and in 1897 she crossed the Chilkoot Pass and joined him in Dawson, where they ran the Sour Dough Saloon. Later on they owned a racing stable. When writer Jesse Lilienthal met her in 1930, Malinda was a widow in her eighties who spent every afternoon at the racetrack. Here is her lively story, told to Lilienthal and long out of print until now.… (meer)
I have to admire Malinda Jenkins (and her daughter, May) for the way they lived their lives on their own terms during a time when, for various reasons both good and not so good, most women did not. But the book is not as good as it could have been. I'm not sure how much editing was actually done by Jesse Lilienthal, but it seems as if he just let her ramble on, and transcribed it verbatim - which is great in some sections, and not in others. There were areas of the narrative that dragged quite a bit, which is why my rating is only 3 1/2 stars. I especially liked reading of Malinda's younger life and of her adventures in Alaska, but not so much her days as the owner of race horses. And in the end, the narrative just sort of petered out and stopped (at the death of a major character, who was not Malinda). An epilogue of some sort, would have helped the book to feel 'finished.' ( )
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Papa never worked none that I can remember. He was crippled by sciatic rheumatism and had to walk with a crutch. He got so heavy the big scales wouldn't weigh him so he must have gone over three hundred pounds. I was crazy about him; I used to set ona little homemade stool at his feet and listen to him talk.
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Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
Malinda Jenkins was born in 1848, the daughter of a subsistence farmer in Kentucky. Showing spunk early, she pridefully refused to attend school without the right textbooks and escaped as soon as possible from a large family that had "too much religion" and too little else. She liked men and married three: a handsome lazybones, a kindly drunkard, and a chronic gambler. Malinda left her first husband in order to support herself and the children. Uneducated but willing to work hard and take risks, she established a boarding house in Texas, the first of many enterprises that would gradually bring financial independence. With her third husband, Jenkins, the professional gambler, she bounced all over the West, from Wichita Falls to Oregon City to Tacoma to a lumber camp in Washington. She operated a beauty parlor in San Francisco and more boarding houses while Jenkins prospected for gold in Alaska, and in 1897 she crossed the Chilkoot Pass and joined him in Dawson, where they ran the Sour Dough Saloon. Later on they owned a racing stable. When writer Jesse Lilienthal met her in 1930, Malinda was a widow in her eighties who spent every afternoon at the racetrack. Here is her lively story, told to Lilienthal and long out of print until now.
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