Showing posts with label #SummerReads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #SummerReads. Show all posts

Thursday, July 12, 2018

In The Good Old Summertime

by Shanna Hatfield


This time of year, I seem to wax a bit nostalgic as I think of the summers of my youth.

My childhood years, spent on a farm, meant in between helping irrigate, haying, harvesting wheat, babysitting and employing evasive tactics to avoid the domestic skills my mother was determined I learn, we had a lot of fun.

Twice a month, the Schawn's delivery truck would roll down the road, stirring a sea of dust in his wake. My mom would purchase two big tins of ice cream that we would invariably run out of before his next arrival. The tins held approximately two and a half gallons of delicious, creamy frozen confection that my family consumed on a daily basis. Lest you think we were ice cream gluttons (which we admittedly were), my brothers often invited friends or cousins to join us. We could have ten to twelve people at our house to help gobble up the ice cream on any given day.


Once the work was done for the day and the cool evening shadows greeted us, we'd get a bowl of ice cream and sit on the back porch where a breeze blew up from the pond and we could watch the moon rise over the water. 

Another favorite sweet of summer was Idaho Spud Bars. The little drug store in town always had a huge barrel full of them near the cash register and they were often four for a dollar. We'd take them home and stick them in the freezer where they'd become another cool treat we enjoyed to beat the heat of July and August. Manufactured by the Owyhee Candy Company, in business since 1901 in Boise, Idaho, you can still find Idaho Spud Bars and other goodies made by them today.

The 4th of July Parade was a huge event in our little hometown. My oldest brother and his friends would generally ride horses while my other brother would drive his Model T in the parade. One year, Mom helped me make an early 1900s costume so I could ride along in the car.

I played the song In the Good Old Summertime on the piano about fifty times in a row, recording it on our tape player, then blasted the song from a boom box in the car as we drove down the street. (Yes, that was before we could download a song and play it on a loop on smart phones!)




Anytime I hear that song, it brings back sweet memories of my childhood and golden, glorious moments from summers long past. 

If you've never heard it, you can listen to a little of here. And if you haven't seen the movie, it's an oldie but a goodie!





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 sarcasm, humor, and hunky heroes.
When this USA Today bestselling author isn’t writing or covertly hiding decadent chocolate from the other occupants of her home, Shanna hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.
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Thursday, June 14, 2018

Birds of Baker City

by Shanna Hatfield

The heroine in my soon-to-be-released book in the Baker City Brides series really loves birds. Not just the put out bird seed and admire her feathered friends kind of admiration.

No, Delilah Robbins makes a career from studying birds, sketching birds, writing about birds, and creating a haven for birds in her yard.

 During the time period of this story, the Audubon Society had not yet formed although protecting waterbird populations was a hot topic among many ornithologists.

The slaughter of millions of waterbirds, particularly egrets and other waders, for the millinery trade, led to the foundation of the Masschusetts Audubon Society in 1896 by Harriet Hemenway and Mina Hall.

By 1905, the National Audubon Society was founded, placing the protection of gulls, terns, egrets, herons and other waterbirds high on its priority list for conservation.

In the story, Delilah belongs to the American Ornithologists’ Union. The AOU was founded in 1883 out of concern for bird conservation and interest in developing the field of ornithology in North America. 

It is said those early efforts led to the formation of the
Audubon Society as well as the Biological Survey (known today as the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.)  At one time, the AOU was the largest ornithological society in the Western Hemisphere and one of the oldest organizations in the world devoted to the study and conservation of birds. The AOU archives are housed at the Smithsonian Institution.

As a dedicated ornithologist, it was easy to picture Delilah, pencil and sketchpad in hand, sitting on a tree limb and watching one of her beloved birds.


I happened upon an old book, written during the Edwardian era, that offered a list of birds found in Baker County during the 1890s. 

Among the expansive list were sandpipers, mourning doves, turkey vultures, various hawks, osprey, owls, kingbirds, magpies, crows, meadowlarks, finches, sparrows, sage thrasher, swallows, chickadees, juncos, robins, bluebirds, and calliope hummingbirds. 


If you’ve never seen a calliope hummingbird, their colors are quite spectacular and they are listed as the tiniest North American bird.

In the story, Delilah makes a mixture of sugar and water to attract hummingbirds to her yard. 


Lightning and Lawmen will release June 28!

Here's an excerpt from the story:

Whatever was in the tree certainly didn’t belong there. Snatches of brown stood out among the green leaves. A few more feet closer and he concluded the intruder in the tree was of the human variety, most likely a boy. Why wasn’t the youngster in school?


Dugan moved directly beneath the tree and looked up. A grin spread across his face and his eyebrows rose toward the brim of his hat. The person in the tree might be dressed like a boy, but with a curvy backside like that, and a long tendril of wavy brown hair escaping the cap tugged on their head, he had no doubt he was staring up at a woman.

But what woman would wear britches and climb trees? This one shimmied up to a branch where he could see a bird’s nest close to the end of it. She straddled the branch and inched her way forward.

The only female he could think of who’d do such a thing was on a train heading east. Wasn’t she?

When the woman stretched out on a limb, trying to get a better view into a bird’s nest, he caught a glimpse of her profile and sucked in a breath.

“Delilah?” he asked in baffled wonderment.

The woman gasped as she whipped her head around to look at him. She lost her grip on the branch and would have fallen if she hadn’t quickly regained her composure and wrapped her arms around the branch.

“What in Sam Hill are you doing up there?” Dugan shifted so he could get a better look at her face.


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 sarcasm, humor, and hunky heroes.
When this USA Today bestselling author isn’t writing or covertly hiding decadent chocolate from the other occupants of her home, Shanna hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.
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Thursday, July 13, 2017

Seaside

by Shanna Hatfield

Since I write both contemporary and historical sweet romances, I try to keep the two worlds separate, but sometimes they intersect in the most fascinating ways.

Recently, I was researching details about the coastal town of Seaside, Oregon, for a sweet contemporary novella I have releasing next week. While I was delving into the history of the town, I discovered some fun facts (and refreshed my memory on those I already knew.)  I thought I'd share  a few of the historical highlights with you today.


* Explorers - In 1805, Captain Meriwether Lewis, Second Lieutenant William Clark, and the Corps of Discovery arrived on the Oregon Coast. Before two weeks had passed, they left their storm-bound camp on the north shore of the Columbia River and explored an area to the south where elk were plentiful. Lewis scouted ahead and located an "eligible" site for winter quarters. The men began to build a fort in early December. By Christmas, they were under shelter. They named the fort for the friendly local Indian tribe, the Clatsop. For the next three months, it would be their home. Today, visitors can still tour Fort Clatsop, just a few miles north of Seaside.

Visitors to Seaside also have the opportunity to see this wonderful monument to Lewis and Clark, appropriately titled "End of the Trail." Located in what is known as the Seaside Turnaround, a walkway extends from the statue down the Promenade, a walkway stretching along the beach.


*Salty Business - By the time the Corps reached the lower Columbia River region, they'd run out of salt, appreciated for seasoning, but vital for preserving meat. Good food meant good spirits, and keeping up morale during the rainy winter of 1805 was important. But meat preservation could mean the difference between life or death for the men. Southwest of Fort Clatsop, in what is today Seaside, a perfect location to make salt was discovered. Five men traveled to the beach site, built the camp, and set five kettles to boiling on their newly constructed furnace. The kettles bubbled 24 hours a day to produce salt. Records indicate the men left Fort Clatsop Dec. 28, 1805 and left the camp Feb. 20, 1806, returning with approximately 28 gallons of "excellent, fine, strong & white" salt.


Photo Courtesy Oregon Historical Society

*A Beach Resort - On a hunting expedition, railroad tycoon Ben Holladay visited Seaside in 1870. The area, at that time, was both wild and beautiful. A few hundred yards from a cove, tucked beneath the protective wing of Tillamook Head (a high promontory on the coast, a few miles southwest of Seaside), he purchased a parcel of land. Construction of "Seaside House" began immediately. Within a year, an imposing and luxurious Italian Villa style hotel opened. The property become a haven for the upper-classes, featuring, among many amenities, a race track and premium stable facililties. All along the west coast, the Seaside House became famous for its plush elegance amid the untamed ruggedness of the Oregon Coast. Although there is debate about how the town came to be named Seaside, when it was incorporated in 1899, it bore the name "Seaside"  - the name Holladay dubbed his hotel.


*Rock in the Ocean - One mile west of Tillamook Head, a rock, shaped like a sea monster, rises from the ocean. Indians believed it was where ocean tunnels inhabited  by spirits came to the surface. In fact, sheer cliffs drop straight into the sea to depths up to 240 feet. And clinging to the top of the rock is a lighthouse - a symbol of the battled between human endeavors and the forces of nature. The story of Tillamook Rock Lighthouse began in 1878 when Congress designated $50,000 for a lighthouse to mark this section of the Oregon Coast.  In June 1879, H.S. Wheeler boated out to the rock to determine if a lighthouse could be built there. It took him several attempts to land there, due to heavy seas. After a thorough inspection, he declared the rock conquerable. Locals scoffed at the endeavor and refused to work on the dangerous project. 
The second master mason in charge of the project (the first was swept into the churning sea when he attempted to step onto the rock and his body never recovered), was forced to hire men unfamiliar with the area and keep them sequestered at Cape Disappointment until construction began to keep locals from frightening them away. The first four laborers were left a the rock Oct. 21, 1879. The remaining five crew members arrived five days later. No small effort was made to land both men and supplies on the rock in the midst of the turbulent sea. The first ten days, the crew remained totally exposed to the elements. Finally, a shallow niche was excavated in the northeast side of the rock where the men constructed a sturdy timber shanty, bolted to the rock and covered in canvas. In January, a storm struck. Seas crashed above the crest of the rock. Breakers tore off chunks of rock and tossed them hither and fro. A storehouse, the water tank, along with precious tools and provisions, were swept into the ocean. Hungry, soaked, and with no place to go, the men hunkered down in their shelter and waited. It took sixteen days before someone could come to the aid of the men. 
By the end of May, more than 220 days into construction, the hump on top of the rock had been leveled, allowing construction of the lighthouse to begin. The lighthouse was lit for the first time on Jan. 21, 1881. Despite all the challenges, the only death was that of the first mason.
Storms frequently battered the lighthouse, earning it the name Terrible Tilly. For seventy years, the lighthouse shone out in the darkness of the raging sea until it was replaced with a red whistle buoy, about one mile seaward of the rock.
The lighthouse went through a series of various owners until a group purchased it in 1980 and turned it into the Eternity at Sea Columbarium, where interested parties could have their ashes stored. The owners lost their license in 1999.
Tillamook Rock Lighthouse is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

Discover more tidbits about Seaside, it's history, fun places to visit,  and the surrounding area in Rose, the story of an old-fashioned girl waiting for her dream man to knock on her door.
Oh, and there's a message in a bottle, two lunatic but well-meaning old women, an antique store full of treasures of yesteryear, and a cranky cat named Tumnus, too!

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A hopeless romantic with a bit of sarcasm thrown in for good measure, Shanna Hatfield is a USA Today best-selling author of sweet romantic fiction written with a healthy dose of humor. In addition to blogging and eating too much chocolate, this former farm girl is completely smitten with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna creates character-driven romances with realistic heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”

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