Showing posts with label #cowboyromance. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 12, 2023

Just Hear Those Sleigh Bells Ringing

 



Have you ever thought about the history behind the jolly jingling of sleigh bells? 

I have, but then again, I tend to ponder odd topics!

Kidding aside, I thought it would be fun to do a little research into the history of sleigh bells.



What we commonly refer to as a sleigh bell (a pellet trapped within a hollow globe) is actually a crotal, and is technically a rattle not a bell.

Originally, the ball inside was made of stone and some of the earliest bells (or crotals) were produced thousands of years ago.

Bells were used as charms said to bring good luck or ward off evil, as well as for decoration. They became a way to show off wealth and status too. 

They were also a great warning system to others on the road or pedestrians in town that horses, or a horse-drawn vehicle was approaching. 

Bells were typically round or egg-shaped. Ornate bells might include an acorn or flower bud shape. Square bells are said to look impressive but make a terrible noise. 

The throat of the bell is the number of slits in the bottom that allow it to vibrate and ring. In the early days, most cast harness bells had a broad single throat, giving them a rich, deep tone. When bells were manufactured, a second and sometimes third throat was added, giving the bells a softer chime or jingle, much like what you hear today in many Christmas and winter tunes. 

There's nothing quite like the sound of sleigh bells ringing across a crisp winter day.  

In both Europe and the United States, sleighing was once a popular form of recreation in the winter. Horses and sleighs were adorned with bells, polished and presented as a way to emphasize wealth and standing. Soon, the sound of bells became linked with winter, especially around the holiday season. 

By the 18th century, bell manufacturers began to case makers' marks and ornate designs on individual bells.  Bells were cast until the end of the 1800s when an American manufacturer developed a process to stamp bells out of sheet metal. Designs of the bells ranged from a petal or horseshoe design to initials to fish scale or ornate floral patterns. At one time, all the rage was a plain bell left undecorated and polished to a high shine. 

Unfortunately, with the automobile coming on the scene, horse-drawn transportation and the need for bells faded. 

Only a handful of old manufacturers are still producing class bells and many of the strings used today are antiques left from days gone by. 

If you happen to see bells on a horse or sleigh, you might find the bells jingling from the body strap that buckles over the harness around the horse's middle, on the neck strap around the horse's neck or collar, a hip strap on the horse's lower back or hips, and shaft bells may be attached direction to the shaves of the wagon or sleigh. For those who are riding a horse, small collections of bells can be attached to a saddle. 

The next time you hear the jolly jingle of sleigh bells, think about how crotals came to be!



To connect with USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield, visit her website, or discover more about her new sweet romance that features a sleigh bell serenade.

Thursday, June 11, 2020

Vale Hotel History

by Shanna Hatfield


Vale, Oregon, isn't a town most people have heard about and few have explored in recent years. At one time, though, it was a place travelers along the Oregon Trail knew well because of the natural hot springs that bubbled there. Journals from pioneers along the Oregon Trail mention the Malheur River crossing and hot springs where they could rest, take baths, and wash their clothes.



The area was popular as far back as 1828 with trappers of the Hudson Bay Company based out of Vancouver, Washington.  The wives of Marcus Whitman and Henry Spaulding were among the first white women to arrive in the area in 1836 when the missionaries were traveling through. 

A temporary trading post, run by a man named Turner, opened up sometime around 1850. Later, Jonathan Keeney (of Keeney Pass fame) later built a house and barn near the hot springs. Lewis B. Rinehart bought the Keeny property in 1870 and built the historic Stone House there in 1872.  His brother-in-law leased the house in 1883, and it became the first post office. Vale became the official name of what was formerly known as Malheur Crossing.



In 1907, construction began on a hotel. It opened in 1908 as the Drexel Hotel. It was adjacent to the Grand Central Saloon, believed to have been constructed around 1896. The saloon was altered around the same time the hotel was built and became the Vale Grand Opera House. Together, the hotel and opera house added a bit of elegance to the dusty trail town.

When it opened, the Drexel Hotel was billed as the best hostelry in the intermountain country. It offered guests 58 first class rooms with conveniences such as baths with hot and cold water. The dining room tables were covered in white linen, with the laundry handled by a Chinese laundry in town. The northeast corner of the hotel housed a bank and a variety of businesses occupied space there over the years such as a drug store, café, bar, telephone office, doctor's office, and barber shop.



However, despite the early years of success, the hotel was left vacant in 1969 and has remained that way. In 1984, the buildings were listed on the National Register of Historic Places. In 2016, the Drexel Hotel, or the Vale Hotel as it is commonly referred, was named as one of Oregon's most endangered places.

The Drexel H. Foundation and Rural Development Initiative were established to attempt to preserve the hotel. After saving the hotel from the wrecking ball in the 1990s, the foundation has made roof repairs and stabilized the structure of both the hotel and opera house. The bricks have undergone mortar repairs and progress is being made, a little at a time.

The old hotel and opera house are the inspiration behind an old hotel in need of restoration in my latest release. In the story, a city girl arrives in Summer Creek, a quirky small town in Oregon. She falls in love with the derelict old buildings in town (and a hunky cowboy) and sets about forming a committee to rescue the buildings before the history and hope they carry are lost.



You can read more about Emery and her Walk Through 1910 project in Catching The Cowboy.
And be sure to enter the $50 Amazon Gift Card giveaway here.


USA Today bestselling author Shanna Hatfield is a farm girl who loves to write. Her sweet historical and contemporary romances are filled with sarcasm, humor, hope, and hunky heroes. When Shanna isn’t dreaming up unforgettable characters, twisting plots, or covertly seeking dark, decadent chocolate, she hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna loves to hear from readers. Follow her online at:
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Thursday, November 8, 2018

Party for a Cause

by Shanna Hatfield



Today, I'm hosting a party over on Facebook called Cowboys and Christmas. Of course, you're all invited!

The reason for the party is primarily to kick off a campaign I hold each year called Read a Book, Help a Cowboy. It raises funds and awareness for the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund. If you've never heard of JCCF, it's a non-profit organization that provides financial assistance to rodeo athletes who sustain catastrophic injuries that keep them from competing (and earning wages) for an extended period of time.  There are many things to love about JCCF, but one of the best: they contribute 100 percent of all donations to the athletes in need. No funds are extracted for administrative costs, etc. 



From November 1 through December 24, I donate a percentage of my book sales to the JCCF. For more detail, hop over to my website: http://shannahatfield.com/jccf

The party is also a time to gather some fun authors like our own Kit Morgan. It's four hours of fun, giveaways, games, prizes and awesome surprises. Seriously, you do not want to miss this!

And because it's party day, I'm offering a freebie! You can get the first book in the Hardman Holidays series for free!


Be sure to download your copy of The Christmas Bargain from Amazon!

One Old West Cinderella discovers
Prince Charming is a. . . Cowboy?

The death of her mother left Philamena Booth grieving and at the mercy of her drunken father. After spending more than a decade held captive on their run-down farm, she’s left speechless when her father strikes a bargain to settle a long overdue debt. In lieu of payment, a handsome cowboy agrees to take Philamena. Mortified yet relieved to leave the farm, she finds herself married to the charismatic, caring man.
Luke Granger might own Hardman’s bank and the fanciest house in the Eastern Oregon town, but he’d much rather be outside riding his horses or wrangling his herd of cattle than keeping his account books straight. In a strange, unsettling turn of events, he finds himself accepting a farmer’s daughter instead of money to cover a loan. If the man hadn’t threatened to sell her to the saloon owner, Luke might have refused. He has no idea what to do with the beautiful Filly or their marriage of convenience, but he’s about to get far more than he bargained for.
Full of Victorian and western charm, The Christmas Bargain is a sweet holiday romance filled with the spirit of the season.
Here’s an exceprt:
Luke grinned at her and wiggled his fingers. “Come on, Filly. It’s a little late to worry about propriety now, don’t you think?”

She took his hand and swung behind him, lacing her hands around his waist and leaning her head against his back. As they rode to the parsonage, Luke kept his hand resting on top of hers.

“I’d like to speak with you about your ride to the Jenkins farm,” he said, using his most official banker’s tone.

She should have known riding through town with her skirts up to her knees and hair flying would embarrass Luke. She was really going to have to work on behaving with more decorum. More like a proper banker’s wife.

He smiled and his icy eyes warmed to a liquid blue as he looked at her over his shoulder. “I’d like to discuss how enticing you looked with your skirts hiked up and your hair rippling behind you. I pictured you as some ancient Irish warrior queen riding into battle. Filly, my girl, you’ve been holding out on me by keeping all that glorious hair confined to buns or braids. I think we need a let-your-hair-down lesson to go along with our kissing lessons.”


USA Today bestselling author Shanna Hatfield is a farm girl who loves to write. Her sweet historical and contemporary romances are filled with sarcasm, humor, hope, and hunky heroes. When Shanna isn’t dreaming up dreamy characters, twisting plots, or covertly hiding decadent chocolate from the other occupants of her home, she hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna loves to hear from readers. Follow her online at:
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Friday, August 10, 2018

New Release in the Oak Grove Series!


by Kathryn Albright


 I am happy to announce a new release in the Oak Grove Series!
 
   
    Here’s the back cover blurb ~

Can a Widow in the Wild West …find wedded bliss again?

When Cassandra Stewart fulfills her husband’s dying wish by visiting the ranch he loved, she plans to sell it. But then she meets his best friend. As aloof, ruggedly handsome Wolf shows Cassandra the value of life in the prairies, tenderness begins to grow from their shared pain into something more… Maybe there is a future for her at the Rocking S Ranch after all…

The hero in this story captured my heart. I have a soft spot for the competent, yet brooding type and Wolf is all that. What traits say “hero” to you?

 I also wanted to share a short book trailer…


 

And an excerpt from Chapter One ~

Oak Grove, Kansas, 1878

Raymond Wolf rammed the oil-soaked cloth down the rifle’s barrel for one last coating, making sure the path was smooth and slippery without any catches. It had to be perfect if it was to be his best friend’s wedding present.

The long swab pressed against the farthest end of the shaft, and at the same moment, something squeezed in Wolf’s chest. An invisible weight descended, as if the very air pressed down on him. Maybe he had been working too hard. He’d had that large order to finish for Dodge City last week, which demanded all of his time. This was the first chance he’d had to work on Doug’s rifle.

The sensation grew stronger. Doug’s face filled his mind. He set the rifle barrel on his workbench and clutched the turquoise stone at his neck. The small workshop, the snow falling outside the front window, all faded away into a gray mist. Then his friend’s face faded too. Something had happened.

“Wolf?” Jackson Miller spoke from the doorway, breaking into the strange fog. Miller stepped inside quickly, followed by another man—a stranger—and shut the door. “Got a man here looking for you.”

Wolf released his grip on the stone and struggled to shake off the premonition. He stood and backed away from his work area, staring at the hammer, trigger guard and bow drill that lay on the table. Absent only a moment ago, now the strong scent of oil and varnish filled the air once more.

Miller stepped farther into the room and removed his flat cap. “Are you all right?”

Wolf looked up, still slightly dazed. “Miller,” he said, acknowledging his neighbor.

Then his thoughts cleared, and he noticed the short, pudgy man in a gray suit peering around Miller’s shoulder. Wolf wiped the oil from his hands on an old rag and slowly removed his shop apron, hanging it from its neck loop on the peg beside the window. He turned back to the two men. “What can I do for you?”

“Raymond Wolf?” the stranger asked, his gaze dubious.

Outsiders always took a moment to adjust to his looks. Confusion happened first, quickly followed by suspicion, and then the lingering unspoken question: Why wasn’t he on a reservation with the rest of his tribe? And more than that—was he dangerous? Wolf counted it ironic that along with his appearance, the profession he had fallen into—gunsmithing—also made them nervous. It was ironic and, if he was truthful, satisfying.

“Excuse me. My name is Franklin Masters. I…uh…have some unfortunate news regarding an acquaintance of yours. A Mr. Douglas Stewart.”

Wolf blew out his breath and braced himself. He knew what would be said before the man continued. His friend—his blood brother—wouldn’t be coming home.

Wedding at Rocking S Ranch © by Harlequin Books & Kathryn Albright
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