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Tuesday, March 24, 2026

The California Gold Rush by Reggi Allder

 

The California Gold Rush. In 1848, carpenter James Marshall was working for John (Johann) Sutter, found gold at Sutter’s Mill, Coloma, California on the American river (about 36 miles northeast of Sacramento now the capital of California). Word got out slowly at first, but by1849 the gold rush was on. Those searching for the yellow metal were called forty-niners. By the way, James Marshall and Sutter did not profit from the find.

According to research, the gold rush had a profound impact on the US territory. It dramatically changed the demographics. Before the discovery of gold, California’s population was approximately 160,000. The majority were Native American but by about 1855, more than 300,000 people had arrived. Most were Americans, though a number of settlers, and people searching for the gold, also came from South America, Europe and China. The Gold Rush was credited with hastening statehood for California in 1850. 

Panning on the Mokelumne River California (1860 illustration)

In the beginning, forty-niners were able to retrieve loose gold flakes and nuggets from the river with their pans in rivers and streams.

The panting is called Californio miner processing ore, c1862. The Oakland Museum, California.

Later, commercial gold mining took over. 

Between 1848 and 1855, an estimated 750 tons of gold were extracted in California — worth over $75 billion in 2025prices. A few days ago, gold was over 5,000.00 dollars an ounce. Want to do the calculation?  As of this writing, it is $4,432.10 per ounce. How much would it be worth now?

Did you know the football team from San Francisco is called The 49ers?


My Sierra Creek Books often take place in the areas were gold and other precious metals and jewels were found. My Country Heart Sierra Creek Book 4 follows the adventures of a jewelry designer and her discoveries in Sierra Creek. 



Excerpt: Her Country Heart Sierra Creek Series Book 1 of 4
After the recent events, they all needed a day off. It was surprising Wyatt had suggested the outing. She still hadn’t asked him what the land agents said because she didn’t want to start a quarrel with him. Secretly, she hoped he’d been disappointed in their response about the worth of the property and that’s why he’d said nothing or because he’d considered her position and wanted to please her. In any case, she was going to try honey rather than vinegar with him. So, when he suggested a picnic, she quickly agreed.

It didn’t take long to get to the river. The gently flowing body of water was lower than she remembered but looked just as welcoming as it had when she was a kid.

“Most people use the main swimming hole downstream.” He parked on a pullout next to the river. “But I thought this would be a quiet place to pan for gold.”

“Perfect.” She grabbed the picnic basket and walked toward the river.

Wyatt carried the towels, a blanket and a cooler. He set out the blanket near a picnic table and a barbeque pit.

Amy stood on the edge of the river. She’d taken off her shorts but still wore her T-shirt. She hesitated. Wyatt’s eyes were scanning her. Unconsciously, she tugged on the back of her suit, all too aware how out of date and out of fashion she appeared. Dressed like a middle-aged woman, she’d bought the suit when she was pregnant with Bobby. She should have a bikini or at least a two-piece suit now. She put a new swimsuit on her list. Unfortunately, with no funds, the list was long and not likely to get shorter.

Wyatt tossed his jeans and shirt on his towel next to the riverbank.

Stunned to see him muscled, tanned and wearing only a dark racing Speedo, her mouth opened.

“Mommy, hurry. I want to swim.”

She yanked off her T-shirt and threw it on her towel and dove into the water. The cold water filled her big suit. It was just what she needed to cool her heated body after seeing Wyatt.

With her arms out she called, “Bobby, jump to me.”

Instead, he waded into the water but squealed with delight.

“Come on, big guy.” Wyatt grabbed him and held him in the water. “Use your arms. Bobby, kick. We’ll be with your mother in no time.”

“I’m swimming. Look.”

“Bobby, that’s great. Come on just a little further.”

Unable to wait, she stepped forward and grabbed her son into her arms. “You were super.”

“Is that good?”

“Yeah, that’s good.” She kissed him and turned to see Wyatt grinning at them.

“Amy, is your leg all right?”

“Yeah. All good.”

He nodded and swam backstroke to the other side of the river and then with a fast freestyle came back to their side of the river. “It’s been too long since I’ve been here. I can watch Bobby if you want to swim to the other side.”

“Thanks.”

Afterward, Wyatt took them farther up the river and, with an old black pan, he showed Bobby how to look for gold.

Did you ever pan for gold? Please leave a comment. 

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Tuesday, October 28, 2025

Halloween. How Did It Start? by Reggi Allder

 

According to research, Halloween’s roots are with the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain, a pagan festival celebrated by the ancient Celts. It marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the winter. They believed the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead blurred during this time, and one might contact a dead relative during this period. However, bonfires were lit to ward off any evil spirits who might enter the world at this time.

The name “Halloween” comes from “All Hallows’ Eve,” the evening before the Christian holy days of All Saints’ Day (November 1) and All Souls’ Day (November 2). over time the links between the two celebrations such as bonfires and costumes blended together. 


 In the Mid-1800s, the day was most likely observed by the English, Irish, Scotch and Welsh immigrants living in the US Southern Colonies. Mentions of Halloween appeared in Grahams’ American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion of 1849.

The Irish sometimes carved vegetables, including turnips. Pumpkin carving appears to be a tradition added by Americans. 

 


      Through the years the celebration has become a secular holiday enjoyed by many regardless of their beliefs. But the costumes, ghost, and bonfires have their roots in Samhain and All Saints’ Day.

 When I carve a pumpkin, I roast the seeds too, yummy. Do you plan on carving a pumpkin this year? Please leave a comment. Thanks! 

 

       Excerpt: Her Country Heart Book one of four Sierra Creek Series Buy Link

     In Sophie’s Ice Cream Parlor, Amy took a quick breath and sat at a table with her friend. “Vanna, if you can help the little kids. You know, choose pumpkins in the patch and Laurie can bring their crafts, we’ll sell them. I’ll have apple and pumpkin pies for sale. Naturally, there will be jars of apple sauce and bottles of apple cider.” She took a quick breath. “If we had a little more time, we could have a haunted house for the middle school kids.” She shrugged. “Maybe next year.” 

“Wow, girl, you’ve certainly thought this out. How about having picnic tables and we serve the kids and parents pieces of pie and apple cider right there on the farm? I’m sure we could borrow the tables from my preschool.”

“Vanna, I love that. I’m getting pumped. I so want this to work. Remember to tweet and share.”

“I will. It’s going to be a success.”

     “Hi, Amy.” A male voice called. 

She looked up expecting to see Wyatt.

Mike Donnelly, the manager of Sierra Creek’s largest grocery store, stood grinning at her.

“Hey, Mike. What are you doing here? You like Sophie’s ice cream?”

“You got me.” He laughed. “I’m sure it’s great, but I buy mine at the grocery store. I just saw you sitting in the window seat and decided to come in and say hi.”

“Sit down,” Vanna said.

“Thanks.” Mike sat down in the chair next to Amy.

Vanna winked at her.

Amy kicked her friend under the table and cleared her throat.

An awkward silence began.

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was so late.” Vanna stood up. “I’ll call you tonight. Got to go. Bye.”

Amy grunted. There was no way she wanted to be alone and try to make “happy talk” with Mike.

His shoulders relaxed and he leaned back in the chair. “So, you all settled in now?”

“Pretty much.” She finished her cola, making a slurping sound with her straw and resisted the inclination to grab an ice cube and pop it into her mouth.

“Uh, how’s your little boy?”

“Fine.”

“He’s a cute kid.”

“Thanks.”

“Sierra Creek’s a good place for a kid to grow up.”

“What? Uh, yeah.”

Not exactly a sparkling conversationalist, but she couldn’t think of anything to say to Mike. Why was it so hard to talk to him when it was so easy to chat with Wyatt?

“Amy.” Mike waved his hand in front of her eyes. “You still here?”

“Oh, sorry.” She forced an imitation smile to lift the corners of her mouth. “You going to get something to eat?” She nodded toward the ice cream counter.

“Can’t. Got to get back to the store. I came in to tell you I’ve been thinking about you.”

“You’ve been thinking about me?” Amy noticed the dimple in Mike’s cheek as he grinned at her.

“Yeah. A lot. Remembering you when we were in high school, I had one hell of a crush on you then.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Never told you, but I watched you back then.”

She felt her cheeks redden. He’d always just seemed one of the guys in her group. Nice enough, but she’d never really paid much attention to him. “High school seems like forever ago.”

“A long time and yesterday, if you know what I mean.” He suddenly looked serious. “Come to dinner with me on Friday night.”

“Uh. I don’t know. I have Bobby to take care of.” She looked down at her hands and hoped he’d understand she was saying no. “I don’t know if I can get a sitter.”

“Come on, Vanna can babysit for you or Sophie can. I’ll ask Sophie right now if you want me to.” He started to stand.

“No. Okay. I’ll go to dinner with you.” She paused. “But I’ll get a sitter.”

“Okay. I’ll pick you up on Friday at seven. See you.”

She tried to smile. “I guess,” she said under her breath, but Mike was already gone from the ice cream shop.

He had rushed out as if he wanted to leave before she could change her mind.

Damn. What have I done? 

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Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Pantser or Plotter? Rhonda Lee Carver


 

I have a new pre-order! Check below for a blurb. And if you want an unedited excerpt, read September's newsletter. It'll give you an up close and personal view of how I write. It gets messy.

I'm often asked if I'm a pantser or plotter.

Well, I'm a total pantser. I never know where my characters are going to lead me. This can be good. This can be bad. I love to jump in and write that first line. It's as important as the last line. 

Here are some other authors who claim (claimed) they are pantsers:

Stephen King

Dean Koontz

Margaret Atwood

Mark Twain

Ernest Hemingway

Lee Child

The closest I get to plotting is writing the blurb before I begin a book. This can be tedious when I've changed the outline. Sometimes I'll have to tweak a blurb two-three times to match the storyline. You may have notice :0


The Fractured Texas Ranger (Book 2. Texas Heat: The Heart of a Texas Ranger)

 This beauty is no cowgirl, but she’s about to rope in a Texas Ranger.


Margo Deveraux lives a comfortable life as a romance author, but things are about to get bad—very bad. Her ex-boyfriend is fatally shot in front of her, and the cowboy who comes to her rescue is about as irritating as a bed of nails. From the moment he walks into her life and gives her the shirt off his back—literally—she has no choice but to trust that he can keep her safe. But from who? From her viewpoint, he’s about as dangerous as the men who killed her ex and want her dead too. This could be a story right out of one of her novels, but this was real life, and she was out of her comfort zone.

The last thing Dean “Hawkeye” Hawk needs is to babysit some princess writer but finding out who orchestrated the ambush on the Texas Heat Recon unit is top priority—and the lady has valuable information. He’ll need to earn her trust—and work on his charm—if he wants to find out everything she knows.

Back on Creed’s Creek Ranch, Margo is bound and determined to prove to Hawkeye that she can pull calves, feed livestock, and handle backbreaking chores. And, the words flow like water. This could be the best book she’s ever written, and it’s a love story. The rough and cocky cowboy isn’t about all work and no horseplay. The nights are heating up, and it isn’t just the danger lurking in the small town.

Hawkeye is full of mystery, and he has secrets. Can he share with her that he’s a Texas Ranger? He might want to earn her trust, but can he trust her?


I'm looking to grow my share team. I give out monthly Amazon GCs. Interested? Send an email to rhondaleecarver.author@gmail.com with the subject line reading "Share Team" OR become a member of my street team and send me a message. Here's the link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/471259293018665/


Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Did You Have a Favorite Teacher? by Reggi Allder

I did.

 Even after years, I remember a teacher who stood out in my school life. She was a pretty woman with a big smile, glasses, and red-painted nails. Mrs. Bennett, a science teacher, who, even when she was dissecting frogs, wore a large gold bracelet that her husband had given her. She always smelled of Formaldehyde. It was used on frogs and other small animals we dissected in the biology lab. However, it wasn’t the odor I recall. It was her kindness, patience, and understanding that not all her students would go on to have a career in science. She made sure those students, learned and enjoyed their experience in the classroom and laboratory and then came away with a basic knowledge of the subject.

This photo represents teachers and is not Mrs. Bennett  

Ten years, after I left that school, I was in a grocery store and a woman stood next to me and asked, “How are you doing?” It took me a second before I realized it was Mrs. Bennett. She was smiling at me and used my name. I was stunned that she remembered me and wanted to hear what I was doing. We had a pleasant conversation and Mrs. Bennett hugged me before she left. It was at that point, I understood how much teachers cared.

 Afterward, a memory of the day, my parents took me to visit a small museum came to me. It was a one-room schoolhouse. My dad explained how schools were back in the 1800s. The frontier school was generally a one-room building of sod or logs.
Sod School House 1882. Thank you, Denver Library

It had a wood or coal-burning stove in the center. Since they were often the only “public buildings” on the frontier, schoolhouses were often the center of homesteaders” social life. During the 1870s and 1880s, community-wide spelling bees became the rage at schoolhouses all over the West, and schoolhouses frequently played host to debates, traveling lecturers and theater troupes, literary societies, and charitable organizations.

As per a PBS website, one-room schoolteachers often taught grades one through eight in their one-room, with class sizes ranging from three or four students to as many as fifty. Classes were generally taught in 10- to 15-minute sessions to each grade level, and the curriculum tended to focus on the basics: reading, spelling, penmanship, arithmetic, and history.

Schoolhouse

        Even with the low wages for women, hundreds of young women came in the 1850s to teach in the West. Teacher training, or “normal schools” -- the predecessors of today’s state universities -- began to open in numerous eastern states. In 1853, historian J.L. McConley noted that “a competent number of women have been found willing to give up the comforts of home for the benefit of the barbarous West.”

Young Teacher

Married women were not permitted to teach. If they did marry, they had to resign from the job. As late as the 1930s, nearly 80% of American school districts employed only single women.

In 2001, approximately 250 one-room schools remained in the United States. Of these, over 70 were located in Montana. In Canada, a few one-room schoolhouses are still standing, but they are operated as museums or have been repurposed.

Many pioneer children learned to read and write thanks to the brave single women teachers who came West.

Please leave a comment below by clicking on comments. I'd love to hear about your favorite teacher or other topic. 

      Need a feel-good read to take you away? 


 Start with Her Country Heart Sierra Creek Series by Reggi Allder. The books concern new beginnings, second chances, rural life, and love. There are four books in the series. The last book My Country Heart is dedicated to the firefighters who save our homes while we flee from danger. 
My Country Heart Sierra Creek Book 4

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