Monday, November 6, 2017

History of Domestic Violence




18th Century Domestic Violence
By Wendy Moore

Wife-beating was both widely tolerated and sanctioned by law in 18th-century England. Yet the ordeal suffered by Mary Eleanor Bowes, Countess of Strathmore, at the hands of her husband so shocked Georgian sensibilities that she not only won landmark legal battles but her husband was banished to prison.


Marital violence is as old as marriage itself. In Georgian England, husbands were legally entitled to strike their wives in order to ‘correct’ their conduct so long as moderation was the watchword. One judge, Francis Buller, even went so far as to specify that a husband could beat his wife with a stick so long as it was no thicker than his thumb, earning himself the nickname ‘Judge Thumb’ in satirical prints for his wisdom.


But even when domestic abuse far exceeded such nice distinctions, wives enjoyed little recourse to the law. The torment endured by Mary Eleanor Bowes was among the most extreme.
A wealthy young widow, Mary was tricked in 1777 into marrying an Irish fortune-hunter, Andrew Robinson Stoney, who faked a duel to win her hand. Squandering her wealth, Stoney – who changed his name to Bowes – beat Mary with sticks, whips and candlesticks, tore out her hair, burned her face and threatened her with knives.

Terrified for her life, after eight years of torture Mary fled the marital home and embarked on audacious legal suits to win a divorce, reclaim her fortune and obtain custody of her children. Her divorce case in the church courts on grounds of adultery and cruelty, backed by courageous eye-witness accounts from servants, was one of only a handful of successful cases initiated by women when first resolved in 1786.

But her ordeal was far from over. Horrified that he might lose his fortune, her husband kidnapped Mary from a London street in a desperate bid to force her to rescind her case. Dragging her across snow-covered moors, Bowes threatened Mary with a pistol and with rape. Eventually rescued after eight days, Mary went on to win her divorce through two appeal stages as well as reclaiming her property and her children, while Bowes spent the rest of his life in jail for what The Times described as ‘a detail of barbarity that shocks humanity and outrages civilization’.

When Mary died, in 1800, she asked for the blindfolded figure of Justice to stand guard at her tomb. But it would be nearly another century before women earned even minimal protection against abusive husbands.

History of the Battered Women’s Movement
753 BC
During the reign of Romulus in Rome, wife beating is accepted and condoned under The Laws of Chastisement. Under these laws, the husband has absolute rights to physically discipline his wife. Since by law, a husband is held liable for crimes committed by his wife, this law was designed to protect the husband from harm caused by the wife’s actions. These laws permit the husband to beat his wife with a rod or switch as long as its circumference is no greater than the girth of the base of the man’s right thumb, hence “The Rule of Thumb.”
1200 AD
Wife beating is common in Europe and is endorsed by the church as the loving husband’s means of correcting his wife’s faults.
1300
14th Century, Roman Catholic Church, Rules of Marriage, exhorted Christian husbands to “beat your wives soundly, not out of malice or rage, but out of concern. For this will be to your benefit and to her spiritual good.”
1600
Battered women shelters, as we know them today, may not have existed until the nineteenth century, but abused women in Europe knew where to hide to escape their batterers – convents may very well have been the first shelters for women trying to escape from the violence of their homes.
1767
British Common Law allows for a man to chastise his wife with a stick no greater than the length from the last joint to the end of the thumb (the rule of thumb).
1871
Alabama and Massachusetts declare wife beating illegal.
1900s
Wife beating receives public attention in the United States as it relates to the temperance movement, the social purity movement and the women’s suffrage movement.
1910
U.S. Supreme Court denied a wife the right to prosecute her husband for assault because to do so “would open the doors of the courts to accusations of all sorts of one spouse against another.”

Prior to the mid-1800s most legal systems implicitly accepted wife beating as a valid exercise of a husband's authority over his wife.  In 1850, Tennessee became the first state in the United States to explicitly outlaw wife beating.  Other states soon followed suit.  By the end of the 1870s, most courts in the United States were uniformly opposed to the right of husbands to physically discipline their wives. By the early 20th century, it was common for the police to intervene in cases of domestic violence in the United States, but arrests remained rare. Wife beating was made illegal in all states of the United States by 1920.  

WOW, 1920 – Unbelievable!


Hi, everybody.  My latest story with the Sweet Americana Sweethearts group is The Sheriff and the Miner’s Daughter, which is part of the Sweethearts of Jubilee Springs Series.



Blurb…..
Jim Hawkins, sheriff of Jubilee Springs, watches as six ladies get off the train, ready to meet and hopefully marry men from the Prosperity Mine.

He watches as one of the women leave the group and heads his way. She is there to find somebody. Sheriff Hawkins is more than happy to help her until he finds out the person is Amos Lehman. He is a crusty old miner who has worked his mine before the town was even a town. His cabin is old and hardly enough room for one, let alone a female.

When Jim suggests she get back on the train and go back where she came from, he gets a small taste of the stubbornness in the beautiful young woman standing in front of him. Charlene Lehman had come way to far to do that and doesn’t appreciate the sheriff’s interference. Blue eyes scan him from boots to hat before dismissing him and walking away.

The Sheriff’s interest is piqued. Who is this girl? Why is she looking for some old miner?
There is more to this story and Jim Hawkins intends to find the answers.


PSSSSST – Word on the street is a short Christmas story with Jim Hawkins and Charlene Lehman is coming in December…..The Christmas Outlaw!   More to come………

Friday, November 3, 2017

A Victorian American Halloween (and FREE Short Story: THE WITCHING EVE)-- by Kristin Holt



by USA Today Bestselling Author Kristin Holt

Victorian Americans Celebrated SOOOO
Differently Than We Do

Are you still cleaning up Trick-or Treat candy wrappers?

Victorian Americans did not associate candy with Halloween. No one went trick-or-treating. None of that occurred until several decades into the 20th century.

They did, however, go "Tricking". They called it Pranking. Or just plain FUN.






Sometimes, the fun went too far.




In my Halloween Short Story, The Witching Eve, kids enjoyed playing pranks on their neighbors and friends--just like real people did historically--and, as my book description includes, "It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt."

https://dl.bookfunnel.com/wh2igdc4dt


America's Melting Pot developed its own brand of Halloween fun, as Irish and Scottish Immigrants brought their traditions with them.

  
Victorian Americans (and their Old World home countries) enjoyed parties at home, and enjoyed fortune-telling games at those parties. Including baking trinkets into a cake (or an Irish sweet, yeast bread known as barmbrack, or simply "brack"), and whoever found the thimble, matchstick, scrap of fabric (or rag), button, ring, etc. (in their slice) would be destined for that bit of good (or bad) luck in the coming year.

Barmbrack "Brack", a yeasted sweet bread with added sultanas and raisins:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barmbrack#/media/File:Barmbrack.jpg
Image: Barmbrack, courtesy of Wikipedia.
 
https://www.etsy.com/listing/82613571/halloween-samhain-irish-barm-brack
Who knew an Etsy store sold Barmbrack trinkets?

Other mildly superstitious parlor games included use of mirrors, candles, staircases, water, melted lead, and so much more--mostly to forecast romances and quality of those marital unions. "Divination rituals such as the one depicted on this early 20th century Halloween greeting card, where a woman stares into a mirror in a darkened room to catch a glimpse of the face of her future husband, while a witch lurks in the shadows, may be one origin of the Bloody Mary legend." ~ Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloody_Mary_(folklore)#/media/File:Halloween-card-mirror-2.jpg
Image: Public Domain, courtesy of  Wikipedia.

Most of these superstitious, American Immigrant, and soon-to-become passé traditions make a showing in my new short story--one I've decided to GIVE to readers. (Because I like readers; I like you!) Trick or treat? Definitely a treat. From me to you. You can put it in your orange pumpkin if it's still on the kitchen counter or bedside table. If you want to. 

https://dl.bookfunnel.com/wh2igdc4dt
I have a brand-new, barely published Sweet Western Historical Romance Short Story to share with you--FREE of charge! This title released on 10-30-17, and through 11-4-17, you can download it FREE. Because the story was designed as a perk to my newsletter subscribers (and they received it first), "free" does mean you need to sign up for my newsletter in order to download my gift. Grab it NOW, because it probably won't be available for several months, and then, it'll be in a multi-story/book bundle.


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 RELATED POSTS--LOTS MORE HISTORY!

http://www.sweetromancereads.com/2017/10/19th-c-halloween-party-by-kristin-holt.html 

http://www.kristinholt.com/archives/6553

http://sweetamericanasweethearts.blogspot.com/2016/07/victorian-americas-sense-of-humor.html

https://romancingthegenres.blogspot.com/2016/10/scary-books-scary-movies-scary-true.html

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Thursday, November 2, 2017

The Race of the Century that Marked the End of the Wild West

Hi! Kit Morgan here! While deciding what to write about this month, I was struck with a thought about horse racing. Now, in my family, that's nothing new. We grew up around it. My dad used to be Chief of Security for the Portland Racing Commision, and my younger sister is a professional racehorse jockey. Horse racing isn't anything new, and it's been around for centuries. But when it comes to the old west, did you know there was a race that lasted for two weeks across the rugged plains toward the Chicago World's Fair? Well, there was!

The year was 1893 and by that time the western plains were largely settled. Much of it was farmed over and fenced in to boot. The buffalo were no more, the Indian wars were pretty much done and telegraph wires had been strung up. In fact, telephone lines stretched west. A brand new century loomed just around the corner.

The race itself began as a lark, believe it or not. Initially, hundreds of hard-bitten cowboys rode into town to throw in with what was called the great cowboy race. It was the brainchild of a western newspaper man, John Maher. The race committee was helped run by a stalwart chap, Billy the Bear Iaeger.

The cowboys themselves came off the slopes of the Colorado Rockies and from the Nebraska pasture land, the Bighorn Basin and Wyoming Wilds. They had names like Texas Ben, Cowboy Giant and Yeast Powder Bill. (Yeah, I'd like to know how he got that name too!).  Oh, and let's not forget Rattlesnake Pete!

The route spanned a thousand miles (or so they reckoned) covered large swaths of the middle of the country and crossed two major rivers. The Missouri and the Mississippi. The cowboys would roar over the Nebraska Sand Hills, gallop through Iowa corn and Illinois wheat, and by then, moving much slower, crawl their way toward Chicago.

When I stumbled across this race I was thrilled. This is story fodder folks! Which means, I'm gonna have myself a cowboy or some other character having something to do with this historic event. It's just too good to pass up!

If you'd like to find out about my books, you can check them out here  Until next time! Happy Trails!

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

King Cotton



The United States cotton production soared after the invention of the gin by Eli Whitney in 1793. Though the fiber had been in use since antiquity, the demand soared in Europe and across the warm weather area. The South with its slave labor, suitable soil, and growing conditions was ready and able to produce hundreds upon hundreds of acres filled with the cash crop.

By 1830, America supplied the majority of the world’s raw cotton.

Plant in the spring, cultivate during the summer, harvest in August or September. Sounds easy right? Busting sod with a handheld plow pulled by mules is hard work. Chopping the dirt between the rows after every rain to keep the weeds down and the ground ready to soak up as much moisture as possible from the next downpour was almost never ending. A body does get a bit of rest after the plants canopy—that’s when they grow tall enough and its leaves grow broad enough to block the sun, hindering any undergrowth.

But . . . a farmer always has chores. And while he might get a little break from the cotton patch, there's plenty to do in late summer on the farm. Hay to be stacked, harness to be mended, hooves to be seen to, chickens to feed, cows to milk, and plenty more, but you get the point. Then those cotton bolls get rotten, and it’s picking time again.

The casing dries and shrinks away from the white fluffy fiber wrought with seeds buried up in its softness. Pulling the lint from the rough bolls is back-breaking, finger-pricking work that goes on and on and one, row after row after row in the hot sun until that last boll is relieved of its treasure.

Now if a slave owner on a big Southern plantation before the Civil War, all you had to do was count your greenbacks as the cotton bales stacked up. Most were not, though (especially in my novels), but the working man took advantage of King Cotton, too. Because raising cotton proved so profitable and so little was needed other than hard work, most anyone in the 1800s could keep the seed from last year's crop, work himself and his family to the bone, and make enough money to support his family.

My newstory that releases in January, Silent Harmony, uses the hardships of growing cotton as a backdrop for the three Parker sisters. With their daddy and the oldest sister’s husband both killed in the war, the girls are doing all the work alone with little respite. We (my husband and I, we write together) chose cotton because of growing up on stories of grandparents and parents working the lint.

One story I especially liked was where is paternal grandfather would get his work done so he could come help his sweetheart chop her rows. At eighteen and sixteen, they fell in love between the rows of cotton. As a child, Ron’s mother had her own sack, but according to PawPaw, she spent more time riding on her daddy's sack instead of picking.

With only a mule, a hand tractor, and good black land like we have here in Red River County (far Northeast Texas), if you did it right, you could produce a five hundred pound bale per acre which garnered anywhere from three to ten cents a pound, and if willing to work and maybe hire a little help, planting forty acres wasn't out of the question.

I can hardly imagine a good year being two thousand dollars for all that work? Of course, back then, spending a dollar bought a whole lot more, too. But it might be less on a bad year--too much or too little rain or letting the weeds get ahead of the chopping! Mercy, I'd rather write about cotton planting and harvesting and marvel at the tough rows our ancestors had to hoe!

THE WORD


THE MUSIC
             (who remembers The Byrds?)

♪♫•*¨*•♫♪ To everything (turn, turn, turn) *•♫♪  There is a season (turn, turn, turn) ♪**•♫ And a time to every purpose, under heaven ♪♫•*¨*•♫♪ A time to be born, ♪♫•*¨*•.¸.♪♫ a time to die ♪♫•*.¸.♪♪ A time to plant,*•♫♪ a time to reap ♪♪♫•*¨♪ A time to kill, ♪♫•*•♫♪ a time to heal ♫♪•*¨♪ A time to laugh, ♫•*¨*•.¸.♪ a time to weep ♪♪♫•*¨•♫♪


How many of you were told stories of King Cotton?


Bio : Caryl McAdoo prays her story brings God glory, and a quick scroll through her novels’ rankings by Christian readers attests to the Father’s faithfulness. She loves writing almost as much as singing the new songs He gives her—look her up on YouTube to hear a few. Her high school sweetheart husband won her heart fifty-one years ago, and now they share four children and seventeen grandsugars. Ron and Caryl live in the woods south of Clarksville, seat of Red River County in far Northeast Texas, waiting expectantly for God to open the next door. 

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