Showing posts with label The Bedwarmer's Son. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Bedwarmer's Son. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Old Time Technology: Part One, Where’s the MEAT?



With no refrigeration, meat preservation posed some challenges to the early Texas settlers, but offered a paramount source of protein. Most commonly, one of the first things built along with the main cabin would be a good, old fashioned smokehouse. On the morning of the first frost—early November to mid-December—the whole family went to butchering hogs.



With the meat hung in the smokehouse, usually a windowless log structure, they built hickory, pecan, or oak, depending on taste preferences, fires. Conduit—often clay pipe—ran six to eight feet from the fire to the structure. For the duration, the community kept the fire going twenty-four/seven until all the meat cured properly, sometimes upward to fourteen days.



This procedure is mentioned in more than one of the historical Texas Romance Family Saga series. It provided a good way to sustain their families. I put Sue’s smokehouse exactly where the first cabin we built on the nine hundred acre McAdoo ranch south of Clarksville, Texas. 




I’d love to share book one VOW UNBROKEN with a commenter. It's book one in the Texas Romance Family Saga series, when Suzannah Baylor meets Henry Buckmeyer an dhires him to help get her cotton crop to market.

I’m offering to draw from those who  leave a comment for a blessed person to send a print book to!



Bio: Christian author Caryl McAdoo prays her story gives God glory! With four series—each a different genre—the award-winning, best-selling hybrid releases at least three new titles each year, steadily adding to her total of twenty-seven books published through 2016. She also loves singing new songs the Lord gives her, her husband Ron, and two grandsons live five miles south of Clarksville, in the far Northeast corner of Texas.


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Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Women and Jurys and Jim Crow laws, Oh My!



 In 1928, a jury of your peers pretty much meant twelve white men. Even though women had been legally given the vote, but in Georgia, by law, a female of any age was ineligible to serve on a jury. While lawful for a black man to serve, the few that were called for voir dire, were automatically excluded. Consequently, white males comprised juries across the nation.


Such was the fact of life when Billy Sinclair, a man with a white father and a black mother--which made him automatically negro--stood in the dock for killing his lily white half-brother. 

This practice of no minorities and no women continued in Georgia until the mid-1950s! Isn't that amazing?

To compound Mister Sinclair’s perceived sin and crime, he had the audacity to promote Goodson Marshall’s—his original council and prominent black attorney of the day—second chair to his lead attorney—a young white woman, no less! What a scandal! And it is to his lovely young attorney, Alice Parmalee, that Billy tells his mother’s story.




The tale of Jasmine, the bedwarmer of Master William Sinclair in the mid-1800s, will certainly tug at your heart. She's a headstrong and intelligent slave, recently beaten near to death for running. Yet, if that old white man touches her, she'll slit his neck open and run again.

Though there weren’t that many female lawyers in 1928, that year the first woman to become a federal judge was appointed and confirmed—Genevieve Rose Cline of Ohio.

Alice, quite taken with Billy’s grandson Will, hates it that the fate of the old man she’s come to care for rests in her ability to defend him well.


Praise the Lord that times have changed. No more Jim Crow laws…for instance, anything less than a ten-year sentence was on a chain gang. Most whites weren’t convicted of any crime that required less than ten years in the penitentiary. If it wasn’t a serious charge, pale-skinned lawbreakers didn’t even go to trial. No one ever said Southern bigots were not clever.


Even though we have made great strides, we still see evidence in our society today of racial bigotry and hatred based on nothing more than the color of one’s skin. THE BEDWARMERS SON transcends the traditional norm and deals with complex times, contentious social issues, and important questions of faith. It debuted world wide on September 26 and is available in print and ebook formats.  

Giveaway :  From those who comment below, one will be randomly drawn to win an ebook copy of THE BEDWARMER'S SON! Awarded after one week. 


Bio : Caryl McAdoo loves God, and currently writes four series: the historical Christian ‘Texas Romance’ a family saga; a contemporary ‘Red River Romance’; The Generations, her Biblical fiction, and the newest Days of Dread Trilogy for mid-grade readers. Known as the “Singing Pray-er”, she loves praising with new songs the Lord gives her and prays her story gives God glory! In 2008, she and high school sweetheart-husband Ron moved from the DFW area—home for fifty-plus years—to the woods of Red River County. Caryl counts four children and sixteen grandsugars life’s biggest blessings, believing all good things come from the Lord. Besides glorifying Him, she hopes each title also ministers His love, mercy, and grace to its readers. The McAdoos live in Clarksville, the county seat, in the far northeast corner of the Lone Star State with two grandsons.

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Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Bedwarmers

Have you ever crawled into bed between sheets that seemed to be frozen? Well, bedwarmers—also called warming pans—were nothing new in the mid-1800s. They’d been around for centuries in Europe and were common in households in cold winter areas. The metal pans with the long handles weren’t just for decoration, but served the family well, heating the bed so it wasn’t so painful to crawl in.

Brass and copper were popular, some plain and some decorative. Embers from the fire would be put into the pans and carried to the bed to be placed between the covers. The wealthy might have silver or even gold ones. As a young homemaker, I had a wall planter that looked like a bedwarmer, though I had no idea at the time what its purpose had been.

Here are instructions on its use:  A copper warming pan is indispensable to a household. Take care to have a big enough quantity of embers, above all some red cinders, when you want to heat a bed. Get it smouldering well before you use it, otherwise the fire will soon go out and the bed will not warm up. You must move the warming pan constantly to avoid scorching the sheets. A bed-wagon (moine), well-known and inexpensive, is a suitable alternative. Cora Millet-Robinet, Domestic Economy, 1853 (translated loosely from the French)   

Another type used was pottery or ceramic jars or bottles filled with boiling water.



And then there were the bed wagons which was an odd odd-looking contraption as you can see in this image. The wood strips and rods were tied together to form a frame that was both light and strong. A pan was loaded with embers then placed on a sheet-iron tray inside the frame. It worked well with little danger of burning the bed.


In the South, during the days before the Civil war, many plantation owners used young slaves to warm their beds. One such young girl named Jasmine was bought and carried to the Three Spring Plantation near Dalton, Georgia to warm the master’s bed, but she swears she’ll kill him dead afore he even touches her. You can read about her story in my novel THE BEDWARMER’S SON.

This poignant tale debuts this month on the 26th, but is available now for pre-order. Enjoy this excerpt:  
    The old lady pointed her paring knife right at Jasmine’s nose. “You be careful, child. Don’t go getting uppity on me now. Mister William’s been heartsick ever since Miss Coreena and her sweet baby girl passed.”
    “Yes, ma’am. I understands. Why, can’t stand them folks what don’t know they’s place.”
    “Good.” Footfalls turned the old lady’s attention to the stairs, then quickly back, she reached across and grabbed Jasmine’s arm. “When he does go to messing with you, promise old Mammy you tell me all about it. Gots me a secret ta help ya out.”
    She nodded, but him messing with her weren’t going to happen. No matter how nice he be. She might just figure out a way to take off on that horse of his. Might not have to get wet in the creek after all when she run. She be dressed in these fancy clothes and have Old Tom’s note, them bounty hunters won’t mess none with her even if she did come across one.

And here’s a bit from its first review : The BED WARMER’S SON is one of Caryl McAdoo’s finest books. Mrs. McAdoo has done her research and produced a book spotlighting lies and truth [with] characters well developed and multi-dimensional. The story line kept me on the edge of my seat. The author’s word weaving skills warm the story with delicious southern vernacular and cultural traditions. [Including] the gospel message of mercy, grace, and hope, she in no way crossed the divide into preaching. THE BED WARMER’S SON is no exception, but is perhaps the best of her best.
  
GIVEAWAY: I'd like to bless one commenter with the gift of their choice of The Bedwarmer's Son in print or e'book.

BIO: Caryl McAdoo loves God, and currently writes four series: the historical Christian ‘Texas Romance’ a family saga; a contemporary ‘Red River Romance’; The Generations, her Biblical fiction, and the newest Days of Dread Trilogy for mid-grade readers. Known as the “Singing Pray-er”, she loves praising with new songs the Lord gives her and prays her story gives God glory! Besides glorifying Him, she hopes each title also ministers His love, mercy, and grace to its readers. The McAdoos live in Clarksville, the county seat, in the far northeast corner of the Lone Star State with two grandsons.

        In years following, the hot water bottles made of rubber were used to warm beds. This tickled me and I hope it makes you smile, too. :)

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