RESEARCHING KANSAS & A MOTHER'S DAY SPECIAL!

by Kathryn Albright


The new series that I am working on has required a lot of new research in the state of Kansas. One thing that I needed to know was the Native American Situation and whether it was realistic to have any Indian/Settler skirmishes at the time that my stories take place which is 1878-1880. By this time, Kansas was already a state in the Union. Statehood happened in 1861 and the story of how it came to be is a post in itself!

Here is short timeline of a few things going on in 1870's Kansas that I wanted to make sure I was aware of before writing my first story set there. I strive for historical accuracy and often information like this inspires my plotting. This list is not exhaustive by any means, but it was pertinent to my new series.

1870  -  The Kansas Pacific Railroad extends from Kansas City to Denver.
1871  -  April 15 -- 'Wild Bill' Hickok became the marshal of Abilene.
1872  -  June 17  --  Hoover's Bar established in a tent shop five miles west of Fort Dodge.
                  It was the founding business of Dodge City. Up to then the town had been dry.
             "Home on the Range" song words written by Dr. Brewster Higley, M.D. (Smith Cty)
             Ellsworth became the northern shipping point of the Texas cattle trail. (Succeeding
             Abiliene.)
             The Sante Fe Railroad was completed to the Colorado border and succeeded the Santa Fe
                  Trail as the main transportation route to the southwest.
1873  -  The Kaw Indians were removed from their reservation in Morris County to Oklahoma
                 Territory.
              Grasshopper plague from the Rocky Mountain Locust devastated the corn crop.
              Four Kansas railroads shipped 122,914 head of Texas cattle in eight months.
1874  -  Mennonites from Russia introduce Turkey Red wheat to Kansas.
1875  -  Most of the buffalo in the state have been destroyed.
1876  -  Wyatt Earp moved to Dodge City.
1878  -  Cheyenne raid in Northwestern, Kansas. In Oklahoma Indian Territory, the Northern
             Cheyenne left their reservation and headed north to their lands in Yellowstone. They were
             stopped in Northwestern Kansas at Ladder Creek (known as Beaver Creek today.)
             The last Indian raid in Kansas occurred in this year.
1879  -  Prohibition at the forefront of the Kansas legistlature.
1880  -  Kansas became the first state to pass an amendment prohibiting all alcoholic beverages.

The decade of the 1870's went a long way in changing Kansas from a windswept open prairie to America's agricultural heartland. Until I started delving into its history, I knew little about this amazing state and the people that lived there. I am excited to set my next series there ~ The Oak Grove Series. Find out more on May 23rd here at Sweet Americana Sweethearts!

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Inquiring minds want to know...

HOW MANY HAVE YOU READ?

The authors of the

GRANDMA'S WEDDING QUILTS SERIES

are having a collective sale at Amazon over the Mother's Day Weekend! 

 NOW is the opportune time to get your copies!

ALL THE BOOKS IN THE SERIES ARE DISCOUNTED TO

~ $0.99! ~

Books #2 - #7:  May 10th through May 14th

      #8 - #12:  May  12th through May 16th

The Prequel is always 99 cents!

This means that starting today and over Mother's Day Weekend 

ALL TWELVE BOOKS plus the PREQUEL will be discounted at the same time. 

This is one series that gets better and better with each new read. Each story ties a family and quilt together to make it a wonderful outstanding clean series you do no want to miss. I can't wait for the next one!     PAGE BY PAGE REVIEWS

My story, Gloria's Song, is the one book in the series (besides the prequel!) that is not a historical western. Gloria's Song takes place on the Potomac River in Virginia where my mother's family comes from.

I love to hear my mother talk about the years growing up there and visiting her grandmother who lived in a four-story brick building that was built in the 1870s. Cobblestone streets and gas lamps...For fun they went ice skating, crabbing, and jumping off the dock. And my mother played the piano...A LOT! How could I not set a story there.

It seems appropriate to have Gloria's Song available on special for this special Mother's Day weekend.

Me and my mother -- Gloria

Kathryn Albright writes sweet historical romance. Her stories celebrate courage and hope with a dash of adventure. Kathryn's stories have been finalists in the RWA Golden Heart and the HOLT Medallion as well as several other industry contests. She enjoys hiking and road trips with her husband (when he drives) and being caught up in a good story. She lives with her family in the rural Midwest.

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Release Day: GLORIA'S SONG

When love happens...
                   Do you question the cost?

Today is at long last release day for Book # 11 ~ Gloria's Song!

I have watched with growing excitement as each book in this new series is released. It is such a delight to be among such talented authors! 

Gloria's Song will be available through today at the pre-order price of $0.99 so I hope you will grab your copy now instead of waiting.

*~*~*~*

Gloria Palmer has always done the proper thing expected of her as the daughter of a shipping tycoon. The approval of her family and friends mean everything. And yet, when the perfect suitor offers for her… she hesitates.

Colin McDougal has little use for those living on the fancy side of the trolley tracks. He’s too busy managing the family pub and, in his spare time, writing down the lively tunes in his head. So, when Miss Palmer asks for his help to prepare for a music audition, he is flummoxed. What does he know of highbrow music?

But with each practice session, their feelings for each other grow. When it comes time for Gloria to make a choice between what is proper and what she desires, will she realize that if music can cross class lines—and the trolley tracks in town—perhaps it can also harmonize two hearts. 

*~*~*~*

I dedicated this book to my mother, whose name happens to be...Gloria. My mother's family hails from the Alexandria, Virginia area of the country where I have set this story. Much like the Gloria in my story, my mother is a well-versed pianist, (and also a red-head) although that is where the similarity ends. 

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~ Exerpt ~

“Come with me, sir.”

Colin whipped off his cap and followed the housekeeper down the wide, but dark hallway. On either side of the hall, arched doorways revealed rooms as big as the pub. To the right, a library was filled with books from ceiling to floor. To the left was a man’s study. More books. A globe of the earth. And a case of old rifles and swords, polished until the handles and blades gleamed. So this was what the rich dallied with in their free time.

He didn’t have much free time.

The housekeeper came to a door of glass panes that allowed light to brighten that end of the hallway. She opened it and announced him. “Mr. Colin McDougal.” Then she stepped back so that he could pass.

As he stepped into the room he smelled the heavy scents of flowers and rich earth, and felt the more humid weight to the air. The solarium, the housekeeper had said. He’d never heard of such a room. On two adjacent walls, winter sunlight streamed through large windows that looked out onto a large side-lawn covered with snow that stretched down to the river where a stand of pine and maple trees stood.

Large ferns cascaded from hanging pots in three corners of the room. More ferns sat here and there along the walls, along with a small desk which held an inkpot, several pens in a jar, and stacked blank paper. What a great place to write songs! In the center, on a wicker settee, sat two women who looked like older and younger versions of each other. Both were auburn-haired beauties.

He bowed.

The older woman stood. “I am Mrs. Palmer and this is my daughter, Miss Palmer. Please have a seat.” 

She indicated a wicker chair nearby. “May I offer you refreshment, Mr. McDougal?”

“No.” He sat down. Then he amended, “No, thank you.”

“I’m sure you are wondering why we have asked you to come here.”

He glanced at the younger woman. She studied him intently, even as she held herself aloof and quiet, sitting there in her ice-blue dress. “Yes, ma’am.”

“We enjoyed your performance at the club on Christmas Eve.”

“Glad to hear it. I was helping out my friend.”

“Yes. It took us a while to track you down since he was away on holiday.”

So, the club had covered up for Tom. His friend was often on a ‘holiday.’ “Well, you found me. 

What’s this all about?”

“It’s a bit…unusual.” For the first time, Mrs. Palmer’s poised expression faltered. Whatever ‘it’ was, they were uncomfortable talking about it.

“Just out with it,” he said, hoping to encourage her. He’d say the same to his own mother, but here, he wasn’t sure what was considered appropriate. They were so stinking rich. There were probably invisible rules he knew nothing about.

A frown of disapproval darted across the older woman’s face, confirming his thoughts.

“All right then. My husband—”

“Mother. Allow me,” the younger Miss Palmer said quickly. “The way you played the piano at the club on Christmas Eve caught my father’s attention. I’m sure you remember that he spoke with you from the carriage.”

He remembered all right. But in his mind, she had been the one more interested in his playing. 

“Yeah,” he answered carefully.

“Father thought it might be beneficial for me to assess your technique at the piano—just for an hour—and possibly garner some tips to improve my playing.”

He raised his brow. “Technique? I’m not sure…”

“I want to understand your process at the keyboard,” she said quickly.

What was she talking about? His process? He just sat down and played. That’s all there was too it.

“I’ve had years of lessons. I should be able to spot your technique without difficulty and appropriate what will work for me.”

He snorted softly, finding the way she spoke amusing. “You mean like a beer master giving away his brewing secrets for nothing in return.” His cousin, Patrick, would have a time with that one. A brewers’ recipe was his signature of the craft.

Miss Palmer blinked, obviously shocked at his bluntness. “I suppose that is one way to look at it.” Then her pretty, green eyes narrowed. “I see that you find this humorous. Let me assure you…it is not.”

So, this princess wanted something from him. Interesting. She was being careful with her words, as though she had to maintain control of everything going on.

“If you ask me, it sounds foolish.”

She stiffened. “You might learn something from me as well.”

Most likely he would, but he would never admit it. Not to her. “I do all right on my own.”

“So, you are not interested?” She stood up quickly, relief smoothing out the lines above her brows. 

“Very well. Then I am sorry to have wasted your time and I’ll show you out.”

He rose to his feet, surprised to find that he was suddenly reluctant to leave. Guess he hadn’t charmed her. He’d been on the defensive since he’d arrived, when by most counts, he was a decent fellow.

“Now wait, Gloria,” Mrs. Palmer said, standing also. “You’ve hardly given Mr. McDougal a chance. 

You know your father will expect more. You need to give the young man that much.”

“I’m sure he has other things to do.”

It was like watching a game of table tennis and he wasn’t all that sure who he’d like to see win. He wasn’t sure he had any secrets to offer, but maybe something could come of this better than a wasted afternoon. The young Miss Palmer, although as cool as an iceberg, was an interesting woman. “You said before that this would be like sharing techniques. What would I get in return?”

“We have every intention of compensating you for your time today,” Mrs. Palmer said, and then added, “Monetarily.”

That last brought him up short. “You are saying…you’re going to pay me?” They probably had a grand piano. A nice one. What he wouldn’t give to hear one of his own songs played on a really good piano. The one at the pub was in a constant state of needing tuning no matter how much he worked with it.

“Yes. Whatever you made at the club on Christmas Eve. How’s that?”

“For an hour of playing the piano?” It was generous. And he could use the money. It didn’t take him more than a second to decide. “Sure. I’ll do it.”

Miss Palmer’s eyes widened and she turned to her mother, shutting him out. “This is absurd! You actually expect me to go through with this, Mother? With him? It’s embarrassing!”

“Only as far as it will appease your father. Nothing beyond that. You’ll remember I hoped you’d forget the entire thing and agree to the engagement.”

Colin clenched his teeth, no longer amused. He didn’t care to be talked over as though he was invisible. “I’ve got work to do back at the pub.” He took a step toward the door.

Miss Palmer glared at him.

And in that instant, he noticed a moment of defeat in her eyes. Between her mother and him, she didn’t stand a chance. And there was something else—a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. It tugged at him. She was tied up in knots about something and it went beyond an hour of ‘swapping secrets’ over a piano.

“What can it hurt, Miss Palmer? It could be fun.” He threw the words out, a soft challenge. He knew the last was a bit cocky but hey, it was a chance to play on a piano that probably didn’t have any chipped keys and stayed in tune.

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©2017 by Kathryn Albright
  All Rights Reserved

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New Quilt Series ~ Magic Happens

Quilty by Association -- Yes...That's me. 

I confess...

I have never made a quilt.

My mother, my sister, my aunts--you name it--and several of my friends have quilted. Their lasting heirlooms are things of beauty to behold. I have been dragged...uh...I mean, I have accompanied them at one time or another to quilt shops or fabric stores and to quilt shows. I must admit, seeing all the beautiful patterns and fabric actually makes me a bit euphoric. So many possibilities, so many ideas start rumbling through me.

I have the patterns to make a wall hanging and also a table runner...someday when I am no longer writing stories. Those patterns call to me from under the bed where they are tucked securely in their storage bin.

Someday...

William Morris said this in 1880, at a lecture he was giving titled the Beauty of Life. I think he could have been talking about pioneer women...and me.

Might I also add to Phylicia's quote by saying...we, the authors of Sweet Americana Sweethearts, came together to write a book series (about quilts)
and yes...

Magic happened!

The Grandma’s Wedding Quilt Series is the brainchild of Zina Abbot, the founder of the Sweet Americana Sweethearts Blog. From the start of the blog, she has had a vision for all of the authors to come together on a project. We were all at different levels in knowing about putting together a production of this magnitude, but the ones with more experience have been nothing short of fantastic with those of us, ‘cough, cough’ who have never independently published before. I am in awe of their knowledge and professionalism. Yes, indeed…magic is definitely happening…

And it will soon be here!

Since I have never made a quilt, why would anyone think I could write a story based on a marvelous sampler quilt? Well...that is part of the mystery and you will have to read the book to see if I pulled it off. 

My contribution to the series is Gloria's Song and I am so excited to share here, for the first time, the cover and a short description! 

Cover by Shanna Hatfield

 Gloria Palmer has always done the proper thing expected of her as the daughter of a shipping tycoon. The approval of her family and friends mean everything. And yet, when the perfect suitor offers for her… she hesitates.

Colin McDougal has little use for those living on the fancy side of the trolley tracks. He’s too busy managing the family pub and, in his spare time, writing down the lively tunes in his head. So, when Miss Palmer asks for his help to prepare for a music audition, he is flummoxed. What does he know of highbrow music?

But with each practice session, their feelings for each other grow. When it comes time for Gloria to make a choice between what is proper and what she desires, will she realize that if music can cross class lines, it might also be able to harmonize two hearts.

Check back often this month as the rest of the authors give you a sneak peak of their stories for this series.

I hope you have a wonderful holiday! Please plan to join us in the new year as we debut our stories! 

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