No matter where Harriet S. Dusenberry roamed across the globe, she always called Montana home.
Harriet, born on a ranch in Lavina on July 24, 1911, cherished the stories from a simpler time growing up on the Trask Ranch along the Musselshell River.
She wanted her 3-year old granddaughter, Dru, to know what a frontier Christmas was like for her as a child, but she couldn’t just sit Dru down on her knee and share her experiences - granddaughter lived in Bozeman, and grandmother lived thousands of miles away in Nepal.
In 1952, Harriet and her husband, Harold, moved to Kathmandu on a two-year assignment with the U.S. Agency for International Development. This was the first time the couple had ever left the state of Montana.
“So my Grandma decided to write me a story,” Dru Dusenberry Robidou explained.
She found a Nepalese artist, named Chaitanya Muni Bajracharya, to create illustrations, showing him an American Christmas magazine and the work of Norman Rockwell so he could visualize the style.
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