Showing posts with label Cyndi Raye. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cyndi Raye. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Christmas Reading Material in the 1800s


 

Christmas Reading Material in the 1800s


The joy of reading to a child or sitting in front of the fire listening to someone's voice tell a story as the snow falls outside and a warm crackling fire inside sounds so wonderful. Without Television or any type of electronics, settlers in the west kept reading material at the ready. It was an enjoyment most little ones and adults looked forward to, especially at the end of a busy day.



In 1823 The Night Before Christmas changed the lives of many as they read the wondrous story written by Clement Clark Moore. The original poem was titled, A Visit From St. Nicholas. It is said this story alone developed the character of Santa Claus to so many. Clement wrote the poem in 1822 and it was said a dear friend of his sent the poem to the New York Sentinel who published the poem on the condition the author would remain anonymous. Finally, in 1843, Clement acknowledged he was the author of the now famous poem. Enjoy this delightful poem:


Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"





Then, a story that to this day is still a favorite all over the world that has many scrambling to read the story or watch the movie during the holidays. A Christmas Carol was written in 1843 by Charles Dickens. The story is an interesting tale and even more interesting is how this book came to be published by a wealthy man who was looking for a way to get the book published by a certain deadline. When his publisher gave him too many demands, he handed them the advance back and published it himself. Most know the story of Ebeneezer Scrooge, but even more so is the story behind the making of this marvelous tale. 

There are many other stories, books and poems that were found in the hands of those who forged westward, but the two above were the most popular then. Others, such as A Cradle Song by William Blake, Christmas Trees by Robert Frost and Christmas At Sea by Robert Louise Stevenson are some other popular reads in the 1800's. 

Do you remember any others? Or, some you may have read from your own childhood?

Christmas stories are wonderful to read and listen to especially around the holidays. I love writing them as well. In this story, I've written about a sheriff who is hurt and doesn't believe he can do his job. His best friend decides to teach him that you don't need to be whole to love and live. 

The setting is the 1800's in a small town called Belle, Wyoming. The ancient Christmas Jingle Bells that hung on the oxen of the founding settler was kept safe and only brought out during the holiday season. This series has 5 stories and during each book there is mention of the bells that have gone missing. It isn't until the last book when we find out what happened to them and who took them. You can find this story on Amazon: A Tin Star for Christmas


Thursday, November 15, 2018

Nursing Careers in the 1800's

 by Cyndi Raye


Most women in the 1800's found it hard to establish themselves in certain careers. Especially in one such as nursing. It wasn't because they didn't want to, but the obstacles in the way were huge.

 It was a common practice for doctors in the 19th century to treat their nurses as if they were mere maids without their own minds. Nurses were not allowed to suggest  a way to treat the patient, but were to only administer aid when the doctor gave the go ahead. Many times a nurse would try to calm a sick or dying patient, to the doctor's dismay. Many doctors during that time period did not have a very sweet bedside manner, and when the nurse tried to help, she was usually reprimanded.

Much of the nursing in hospitals were done without proper schooling until later in the century. If a woman wanted to become a nurse, she would shadow an experienced senior nurse as an apprentice to learn the trade.

Florence Nightingale was a pioneer in London and had established a nursing school in 1860 at St. Thomas Hospital. Then, in 1873, Bellevue Hospital followed her lead and opened their first nursing school using her mode of training in New York. Students learned bedside manner, how to observe a patient's needs and the skills to do so.  The following job description shows how it was in 1887 in some areas.




Even then, doctors didn't allow their nurses to speak up or treat the patient. In one of my mail order bride books, Ellie of the Mail Order Brides of Wichita Falls, Nurse Ellie was a young lady who wanted to establish herself in the nursing field and make a difference. She had studied hard and wanted to contribute, but at every turn, the barriers were too high.

 However, every single time she spoke up it usually got her fired. Here's an excerpt from her book. Imagine you were a free thinking woman during this period. Nurse Ellie had spunk and liked to speak her mind:

“I’m terribly sorry, Miss Jacobs, there is no longer a position for you at this hospital.”

He wasn’t sorry one bit, that Ellie could see from where she stood. She clutched her hands so tight she may have winced if she hadn’t been trying hard not to let him see how upsetting his words were. She raised her chin a notch. No tears would be shed in front of this man. 


Dr. Tate was incorrigible. He was so miserable he hated everyone and everything, always finding fault with the nurses under his charge. What Ellie didn’t understand was why he was in the business of caring for people in the first place. It was obvious to everyone at the hospital he hated both nurses and patients alike, yet no one took it upon themselves to stop this madman from ruining people’s lives. 


Like he had just ruined hers.


Dr.Tate grunted before sitting back down at his desk. “Please gather your belongings and leave the premises. Upon termination, you will no longer be permitted to step foot in this hospital. Carry on.”


Ellie stood frozen to the spot for a moment. Should she do as the others had who lost their nursing position and nod politely, thanking him for the opportunity and experience to work here all these months?


No, not Ellie. 

Her biggest downfall was speaking the honest truth in any matter.

Dr. Tate looked up from the paperwork on his desk. “Well, Miss Jacobs, go on now.”


She pressed her knees together, pursed her mouth in a tiny pucker and squared round shoulders. “Dr. Tate, while I appreciate all this hospital has taught me-”


Her words were quickly interrupted. “No need to go on and on. We can’t afford to have nurses thinking for themselves. Your job was to stand behind the doctors and follow their direction, not go about taking matters in to your own hands, defying orders and diagnosing patients, for crying out loud.”


“Is there any chance this hospital will pen me a positive reference?”


He pushed the frames of his glasses in place. “I’m afraid not, Miss Jacobs. I’m afraid you’ve done yourself in on this one.”


“That’s what I presumed, Dr. Tate. Therefore, I want you to know my true feelings.”


He put up his hand. “It’s not necessary, Miss Jacobs. I understand your frustration at losing a position here. Perhaps you are not meant to be a nurse after all.”


“Poppycock!” She took a step forward, placing the knuckles of her fists on the desktop and leaned forward in an unladylike manner. “You, sir, are indeed one of the worst doctors in Charleston! Your patients are left wondering what is happening to them as you treat people as though they are pigs in a den and not of much consequence.”


“That will be enough!” Dr. Tate rose. He tore off his glasses and flung them to land on the untidy desk. “I’ll repeat the request for you to leave these premises, Miss Jacobs, before I have someone remove you.”


Ellie flung her head back to look up at the six foot doctor. “I am leaving, sir, of my own accord.”


He pressed his fingertips to the top of the desk and leaned forward as she had done. “It’s a shame you threw away a nursing career. No one will hire you now. I’ll make sure of this.”


“I don’t doubt you will but I’ve had my say. I am a nurse and will continue to practice. Maybe not here in Charleston, but somewhere. Good day.” 


Ellie marched from the doctor’s office, her head held high. She was glad she had told him what she thought even if it wasn’t ladylike. Several employees who heard the conversation tried not to stare as she grabbed her reticule from where it sat on the corner of the window pane and left the Roper Hospital behind.


Nurse Ellie was quite bold. She had spoken up in a time when women usually kept their mouths shut because they were afraid of being ridiculed or even fired. Many nurses were fired at the drop of a hat, especially if a doctor didn't care for them. In Charleston, where Ellie starts out, if a nurse was fired she usually wound up at the Charleston Orphan House, a far cry from a nursing career. There, in the dark, depressing atmosphere, a nurse would be no more than a maid for the children, ironing and washing clothes, cooking and taking care of orphans. Many women didn't dare to speak up like Ellie had.

If you'd like to learn more about what happens to Nurse Ellie, be sure to pick up your own copy at Amazon.










Friday, September 21, 2018

Please Welcome Two New Monthly Contributors





















Please welcome two of our new monthly contributing authors to the Sweet Americana Sweethearts blog, Barbara Goss and Cyndi Raye. Starting in October, Cyndi will blog for us on the third Thursday of the month, and Barbara will blog for us on the third Friday of the month.




About Cyndi Raye:

Cyndi Raye writes contemporary and historical western romance. Her love of the Old West and the feel of small town togetherness is found in all of her series.

Creating worlds where everyone is considered family, if not by blood, but from friendships, heartaches and sometimes mistakes made right again is what she loves to read. So, it was important to create such a world for her own readers to indulge in.

Cyndi lives in Eastern PA and loves to travel and enjoy life with her hubby of over 38+ years. She has 3 grown children and loves to spend time with her grand babies whenever possible.

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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Cyndi-Raye/e/B00ENA1WEG

Don't forget to sign up for the mailing list by visiting www.cyndiraye.com and get a free copy of the exclusive short read: Miss Addie, the Beginning. The story behind the Brides of Wichita Falls. (This will not be sold, exclusive for reader's only).


 About Barbara Goss:


Amazon best-selling author, Barbara Goss, lives in Western New York and to date has written 35 (soon to be 36) Christian/Sweet Romance books, mostly westerns. She enjoys crossword puzzles, penny slots, reading, swimming, and her two cats, but not necessarily in that order. She tries to write exciting stories with a bit of God's word spread within, without dominating the story.

Barbara began writing in 1988 and her first book, Forbidden Legacy, won first prize for fiction at a Christian Writers Convention in Titusville, Florida in 1989. This won her a book contract with Publishers: Fleming Revell and later Baker Books. She wrote four books for them under contract. She then took a few years off to work full time as a secretary to the county hospital and the local school system.

Barbara's greatest influence in writing is the 100 books written by Grace Livingston Hill. As a Christian writer, she weaves a bit of godliness into the romance and adventure yet her books are always clean. Barbara is well on her way to catching up to Ms. Livingston. She is now turning her wonderful ebooks into Audiobooks. Look for them on Amazon.

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