My father, Donald, spent his entire life farming just north of Winters, and there was no place on earth he would rather be. As we rode through the fields on his ATV—always with a faithful dog or two by his side—he would look across the land and say, "Why would you want to go anywhere when you have land like this? Isn't it the most beautiful place you've ever seen?" We used to tease him that he had dirt in his veins instead of blood because farming wasn't just what he did—it was who he was. He loved his land, his family, his country, and God, and he was the greatest role model I could have asked for. I miss him every day, and his legacy lives on in The Rangity Tango Kids. You can order your copy here on my website.
For over 60 years, a purple crayon scrawl I left on my grandparents’ garage wall when I was six years old has endured—a quiet testament to memory, family, and the stories that refuse to fade. Several years ago, I had the privilege of buying my grandparents' home and lovingly restoring it, preserving not only the house but so many of the memories it holds. Now, through my memoir, those moments live on far beyond that wall. You can experience them in The Rangity Tango Kids, available now at lorrainerominger.com.
The name The Rangity Tango Kids comes straight from my childhood—one of my father’s farmhands once said all of us kids ran around the farm like a bunch of orangutans, and from that, he nicknamed us the “Rangity Tango Kids.” My cousins and I spent our days roaming fields, hills and canals, growing up in a world full of love, hard work, and laughter—memories I’ve captured with tenderness and humor in this memoir. You can order your copy here on my site at lorrainerominger.com.
