Tuesday, May 14, 2024

Who is Joseph Wayne? by Rhonda Lee Carver

 

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Hi! I'm Joseph Wayne. I really don't like doing things like this but it's part of the role, huh? Let's see, I get asked a lot what it's like to be a popular country singer. I tend to think it's a lot like a lipstick-wearing pig walking down Main Street. Some think it's cute and some think it's ridiculous. It can go either way. My favorite things are ice cream, rides at sunset, putting the last few words on a new song, and most importantly, seeing Milly and my daughter, JoJo. Did y'all know that I recently found out that I have a daughter? If you want to know more you gotta read the book.  

I guess I should apologize to all the readers that were pissed off at me. Sure, I understand, but can you see why I left? Yeah...I know, I deserve your anger. But I get better. I do. This is why they say hindsight is 20/20.

Blurb:
The man. The legend. The cowboy. And the second chance.

He left her at the altar to pursue his dreams of becoming a country music star. Ten years later, he returns home and faces his high school sweetheart who has a child with his brother. Turns out, things might be a tad more complicated.

Dr. Milani Vance has stayed focused on raising her daughter and growing her career. Her past is in the rearview mirror until Joseph Wayne Mason strolls back into Whiskey Fork and sends her life into a vortex. And a need she'd buried a long, long time ago.

Joseph has it all. Career, money, freedom, and fans that adore him. What more could he want?

He’s about to find out because an old flame burns hotter and brighter. And he has a new title. "Daddy".

Joseph and Milani still love each other, but sometimes healing can take years. Will their daughter bring them back together? Or is a past that's riddled with pain better left hidden deep behind steel walls?


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Mr. Galloway and his Cabin

 

Post (C)  by Doris McCraw 

aka Angela Raines

Photo (C) Doris McCraw

Walter Galloway was born in Scotland around 1830. He arrived in El Paso County around 1867 when he was thirty-seven. He worked as a day laborer, according to the 1870 census, and had built his cabin to take advantage of the Homestead Act of 1862. Unfortunately, he couldn't legally file until the land was surveyed in 1871. 

In 1874 he must have saved enough to buy the 160 acres outright. He traveled to the land office in Pueblo, Pueblo County, Colorado, and worked out a revised deal that allowed him to purchase the land for somewhere between $170-200. This was a nice sum, but Mr. Galloway soon sold the homestead to the Chambers Family for $1,400. The Chambers family tore down the original cabin when they further developed the land, including planting an orchard.

Galloway Cabin in Winter
Photo (C) Doris McCraw

This land is now part of the Colorado Springs Parks and Recreation Department and a Living History Museum within the property which contains the Garden of the Gods.

The cabin, a replica of the 24'x18' original, sits on an area that they believe is north of where the original cabin stood. The major difference between the original and the replica is a front and back door as opposed to the one door in the original.

What happened to Mr. Galloway after he sold the property is still to be found, but he left a legacy for future generations. His replica is now part of the story told of the early days of El Paso County and Garden of the Gods through the Rock Ledge Ranch Living History Museum.

This small cabin gives the visitor a glimpse of the life lived by the early pioneers in this high plains desert of Colorado. 

As Always,

Stay Safe, Stay Healthy, 

Doris







Monday, May 13, 2024

To Shower or not to shower – that is the question. By Jan Scarbrough

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During the last full week of April, I watched The Five when a segment came on about the harm of taking showers. Of course, the majority of The Five went off on the topic. No way, they said. So, I looked up the source.

 

The New York Post said: 

 

“Experts say the daily shower has no proven health benefit, dismissing the dousing as a socially accepted practice geared toward staving off accusations of funkiness — as A-listers like Jake Gyllenhaal and Mila Kunis admit they’ve been saying no to the nozzle.

 

‘Why are we washing? Mostly because we’re afraid somebody else will tell us that we’re smelling,’ environmentalist Donnachadh McCarthy told the BBC.”

 

“In 2021, researchers at Harvard Health found that 66% of Americans shower every day, while a 2005 report claims that it is common for Brits to shower once or twice per day.”

 

For me, taking a bath went out with childhood; I love my shower! Whatever these experts say, I’ll continue to do my daily thing.

 

I know I’m lucky to live in the 20th and 21st centuries! I wouldn’t like living in any other time.

 

The Distinctly Montana lifestyle magazine shows up in my inbox, and this time I spotted an interesting article called The Stench of the Frontier: Personal Hygiene in the Old West

 

You need to read it. It is downright gross.

 

“If Manifest Destiny had a smell, it would surely stink of rotting garbage, excrement, and a heady whiff of BO. Literature and film have cultivated in the American imagination a highly romanticized take on the Old West, but they’ve necessarily left out some of the crustier details of day-to-day hygiene.”

 

The point is that our Western romance novels leave out the grittier parts of living in the 19th century.

 

Earlier this year, I transcribed the handwritten memories of my mom mainly so they wouldn’t be lost for my children and grandchildren. Nancy was born in 1918 and died in 2004. She was a young woman during WWII. Here she describes what her life on a Kentucky farm was like in the 1920’s:

My mom

 

“When very young we wore white dust caps all day long (cloth but made like a shower cap). It was warmer and supposedly kept our hair clean.

 

We took a bath every week. In winter we wore long underwear and long stockings. We washed our hair every 2 weeks, rinsing it in vinegar water. I don’t remember a toothbrush. We made tooth brushes out of gum tree twigs. We always washed our hands before eating and washed our faces each morning before going to school.”

 

It hasn’t been very long when humanity has felt the importance of cleanliness. Convenience is one reason. Plus, as the New York Post article said, we don’t want other people to think we smell!

 

So, when you read a romance novel set in the Old West, remember you may be getting a “clean” version of reality.

Tuesday, May 7, 2024

First Western Romance Author


A Woman of Means

 She was born in 1858 and died in 1949. In the span of those years she managed to achieve these milestone:

·         Survived the sinking of the Titanic and helped row a lifeboat along with fellow passenger Molly “The Unsinkable” Brown.

·         Penned an eye-witness account of the tragedy for Collier’s magazine.

·         Wrote the first western romance novel.

·         Wrote a book on how women could make a living for themselves.

·         Was one of the first interior decorators.

·         Assisted in designing interiors of the White House.

·         After a divorce, supported herself and two children by writing books and magazine articles.

·         Published a book on interior design.

·         A member of the Archeological Society and the American Federation of Arts.

·         Board member of the Washington chapter of the National Suffrage Association.

·         She rode her horse at the head of the procession for the “Votes for Women” parade down Pennsylvania Avenue to the steps Capitol Hill.

·         Worked as a nurse in Rome and Milan during World War I. One of her patients was Ernest Hemingway.

·         Her writings about her trips to Cambodia and other Far East countries laid the groundwork for the modern tourist trade in that part of the world. She became a renowned lecturer on the Far East.

·         Was a founding member of the Society of Women Geographers.


Whew! Who is she? Helen Churchill Hungerford Candee. Quite a woman! She certainly never knew the word “quit” or the words “I can’t.” She was from a fine family and married a businessman. He turned out to be an abusive alcoholic.

After fifteen years of misery and being abandoned time and time again, she sought a divorce in New York City and was denied. Taking her fate in her own hands, she traveled to Indian Territory where she’d learned she could get a divorce. After residing in Guthrie for the required ninety days, she hired an attorney and obtained a divorce. To make ends meet while waiting for her divorce, she wrote articles for Ladies Home Journal and Scribner’s. She also penned a best-selling book, How Women May Earn a Living in 1990. She followed that up with the first historical western romance, An Oklahoma Romance. An instant success, it was the story of a land claim dispute between a doctor and a politically established man. She included as secondary characters people she knew in Guthrie.

Helen was a incredible woman. It’s mind-boggling how she did so much with her life at a time when women couldn’t even vote. She’s a true inspiration.

 

Blueberry Brunch Bread

 


Even cowboy mamas (or maybe especially mamas of cowboys) need a day to be pampered. With Mother's Day coming right up, here is a delicious blueberry brunch bread recipe perfect for serving with breakfast in bed.

 

 This moist, flavorful bread  truly (at least to me) tastes like springtime! 
 It's perfect for breakfast, brunch, or dessert, and would make a beautiful addition to any meal!

Lemony Blueberry Bread 

 Ingredients: 
 BREAD 
 1 3/4 cups flour 
 2 teaspoons baking powder 
 1 cup granulated sugar 
 1/4 teaspoon salt 
 1 cup sour cream, room temperature 
 1/4 cup vegetable oil 
 2 large eggs, room temperature 
 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 
 2 tablespoons lemon juice 
 2 teaspoons lemon zest 
 2 cups fresh blueberries 
 GLAZE 
 1 cup powdered sugar 
 2 teaspoons lemon zest 
 2-4 tablespoons lemon juice lemon zest

 Directions: 
 Preheat oven to 350 degrees. 
Prepare a 9x5 loaf pan by lining with parchment paper then coating with non-stick spray. 
 In a large bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, granulated sugar, and salt. Set aside. 
 In a separate bowl, whisk together eggs, oil, vanilla, sour cream, lemon juice and zest. 
Blend the dry ingredients into the liquid, stirring until just combined. Fold in 1 3/4 cups of the blueberries. Pour batter into loaf pan and sprinkle remaining blueberries on top (reserve a few for garnish if desired). 
 Bake for 60-70 minutes, until a toothpick comes out clean when inserted in the middle. Cool before removing from pan and glazing. 
 For the glaze, mix powdered sugar with lemon zest and enough juice that the consistency is thick, yet pourable. 
Top with a few berries and lemon zest. 
 Store wrapped in refrigerator for up to five days. 
 Yield: 10 servings



After spending her formative years on a farm in Eastern Oregon, hopeless romantic Shanna Hatfield turns her rural experiences into sweet historical and contemporary romances filled with hope, humor, and hunky heroes.

When this award-winning author isn’t writing or covertly seeking dark, decadent chocolate, Shanna hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.

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Monday, May 6, 2024

United States Marshal

By Kristy McCaffrey 

The word “marshal” comes from the Old High German word marah, which means horse, and calc, which means servant, so marshal means “horsekeeper.” In European society, marshals rose from managing the army cavalries to maintaining the law and order of the court systems.

In 1789, President George Washington signed the Judiciary Act into law, and one aspect was providing the jurisdiction and powers of U.S. Marshals and their Deputy Marshals: they would help to define, administer, and enforce the growing body of federal laws, and by their actions would determine the boundary between federal authority and local autonomy.

Each state or territory was assigned a Marshal, and the marshalcy was restricted to four years due in part to their authority in choosing juries. It was thought this power could make the marshal “dangerous.”

Marshals were paid by a fee system rather than a salary. They were only compensated if their services were needed, otherwise the government spent nothing. Not surprisingly, this fee system proved a low income for most marshals, making it hard to recruit energetic young men to the office.

An example of the fee system established by Congress in 1853: $2 for service of a warrant; $.50 for service of a subpoena; $.06 per mile for travel; $.50 for each bail bond; $5 per day for serving court in session; $5 for drawing and executing a deed; $.10 per mile for escorting a prisoner to jail; actual expenses when endeavoring to arrest a criminal, not to exceed $2 per day; and two percent of money disbursed to jurors and witnesses. 

In 1806, the fee system was extended to the territories of the United States but due to the high cost of living, lawmakers granted those marshals an annual salary of $200 plus fees not to exceed $4000 per year.

A marshal relied heavily on his deputies, who were employees of the marshal and not officers of the court. Deputy marshals were empowered to perform most of the duties of the marshal—they could serve the process of the court, deputize temporary deputies, and summon the posse comitatus (“power of the county” – it enabled the marshals to press into service a posse from among the local males).

If a marshal died, then the deputy would fill the post temporarily. The ranks of the deputies were divided into two categories. The office deputy worked in the headquarters and performed bookkeeping tasks, and the field deputy resided in remote corners of the judicial district and served the marshal during sessions of court.

The office of Marshal was often afflicted with political factionalism. For example, in Arizona locals applauded the marshal for deporting Chinese immigrants but then berated them for enforcing polygamy laws against the Mormons. The Mormons, in turn, regarded the marshals as part of an oppressive federal government. And because Arizonans wanted more immigrants and economic development, the governor permitted a subdued response to the antipolygamy law since the Mormons contributed significantly to the fledgling economy.

The general lawlessness of the Arizona Territory was the source of the popular “frontier marshal” image, a lawman chasing down dangerous desperadoes, but it didn’t exist anywhere else.

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Don’t miss my new western coming July 2024. 

Pre-order THE NIGHTHAWK now.

 

Sophie Ryan’s dream of working for a newspaper has come true. Accompanied by her cousin, Lucas Blackmore, a newly appointed U.S. Deputy Marshal, she arrives in Jerome, one of the richest mining towns in America. And one of the most remote. Although she’s been hired to report for the Jerome Mining News on education and cultural issues, she soon finds herself immersed in something more serious when she finds an enigmatic injured man in the Black Hills claiming to be an ornithologist.

U.S. Deputy Marshal Benton McKay is undercover tracking the notorious train robbing Weaver gang, and the trail ends in Jerome. When he’s injured in the Black Hills and found by a determined and beautiful young woman, he must gain her trust to keep his identity a secret. But keeping her out of trouble proves a challenge, especially with her cousin assigned to assist him. As they track down the band of outlaws, another agenda emerges—the renegades are searching for lost gold believed to have been left behind by the Spanish Conquistadors. And Sophie Ryan is determined to report on it.

Come along with Sophie and McKay as they find adventure, mystery, and love. 

Sophie is the daughter of Logan and Claire from THE DOVE.

 Coming July 17, 2024

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Wednesday, May 1, 2024

Early Furniture Manufacturing & Distributing in the U.S. ~ Julie Lence

 

Jamestown Settlement
   Situated along the Chadokoin River in the heart of Pine tree country, Jamestown is credited as the 1st settlement in the United States. As such, people needed food, water and shelter to survive in a new land. They also needed chairs to sit on, beds to sleep in, and cabinets to store food and housewares. In 1804, Edward Work and Thomas R Kennedy built a sawmill near the settlement. James Prendergast built one in 1810, and others popped up by 1816, producing the furniture needed for everyday life. Royal Keyes is credited with opening the 1st cabinet making shop. In 1820, he partnered with William Breed, who bout out Keyes’ share in and converted the business from a hand labor to a water-powered factory. Additional sawmills opened around the settlement and by 1840, Jamestown was shipping roughly forty million board feet of timber a year to other settlements in the Ohio Valley, earning an income of $250,000 and depleting the pine trees.         

Out in western New York, the Lake Erie area was heavily populated by pine, chestnut, walnut, cherry, oak and other trees that were perfect for sturdy furniture. Several creeks crossed through the area, providing the power needed for early factories but not the means to transport boards to Jamestown. Until the railroad came along, these factories provided for settlements in northern Ohio and Central New York, leaving Jamestown tied to western Pennsylvania and the Ohio Valley. But southwest of the Lake Erie area is Cincinnati, the 5th largest city in the United States at that time, and the largest in the west.      

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 Along the Ohio River, Cincinnati was a major port for people making their way west. Steamboats also brought goods from the east to the city and to New Orleans, paving the way for Cincinnati to boom economically. 1815 saw the city expanding their trade, to include distributing chairs and other furniture to the west. Forests around the city were full, and tradesman from worldwide came to build the furniture that was in demand.
 Unfortunately, the Great Flood of 1832 wiped out much of Cincinnati’s furniture making business. Tools and paint were washed away, and then, in 1834, the Asian Cholera added to the destruction of the city’s economy. Steamboat operators and owners were weary of coming to the city for fear of catching the disease and bypassed Cincinnati, leaving more furniture makers to close shop and go into a different trade.

In 1833, settlers searching for place to call home crossed the Mississippi River into Iowa onto newly opened wilderness land purchased from the Sauk and Meskwaki Indians. The area was densely populated with Cedar, Oak, and Walnut trees, and with the arrival of the settlers, wagons loaded with sawmill machinery soon followed. Within ten years, people had sturdy homes and furniture.


Most of the people looking to make their way further west traveled in covered wagons that were packed tight with furniture, food staples, blankets and clothes. Eventually, the railroad paved the way to make traveling and transporting furniture and other big items, such as stoves, to the old west easier. Today, many towns have their own furniture stores, with a manufacturer nearby. Others rely on tractor trailers to supply their businesses with the comfy couches and beds we enjoy.