Thursday, February 8, 2018

Words that Tie Our Hearts

by Shanna Hatfield

The other day as I flipped through a magazine, an article caught my eye. In it, a celebrity stated that small talk is "beneath us."

While I understand the desire to have conversations about big, news-worthy matters or political debates, we often overlook the importance and necessity that exists in small talk.

I'm not referring to inane cocktail party conversation with your boss's wife about the weather or your shoes. I'm thinking of those beginning conversations that allow us to get to know someone; those little chats that pave the way for a meaningful friendship or future relationship.

Small talk is essentially a light conversation. It's commonly used when talking to someone you've just met or don't know very well.  It's essential to successful business networking and relationships. But, it's equally important in laying the groundwork for our personal relationships, too.


When I think of small talk, I envision a woman during the Victorian era who's perhaps new to town and newly married. Can't you just picture her attending an afternoon tea or joining a quilting bee? She's so grateful for the small talk that helps her get to know her new neighbors and community while those in attendance get to know her, too. Perhaps she finds common ground with someone her own age or in similar circumstances. That light conversation may turn into a friendship that means the world to her. 

Or maybe it's a mail-order bride who finds herself alone in a primitive cabin miles from town while her husband is out hunting or working the land. How grateful she must have been to see another woman show up at her door, one who made the effort to small talk.  In the midst of conversations about wars, Indian raids, fires, plagues, and pestilence, I can only imagine the oasis of calm and comfort small talk must have provided.

I can even imagine a man who's meeting a woman for the first time. Small talk would have been an effective way to give himself a moment in her presence as he listened to the sound of her voice, studied how she carried herself. 

Through the years, we haven't really changed that much. We still need those light conversations, the ones that break the ice and let us know we aren't alone. 

There are times and places when "big talk" is needed. But I hope we never, ever cast aside the fine art of small talk.  It is there, in those light conversations, that our minds initially connect, and in those small words that eventually tie our hearts together. 

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After spending her formative years on a farm in 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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Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Bridgette

Bridgette ~ Book 4 of Montana Brides of Solomon's Valley

Just when I thought the series was over, Bridgette informed me she had a story. So, here it is. Ready for Preorder now and launching March 9.

Bridgette was such a surprise to me in the Sheriff's Bride. While I thought she was more of a stereotype character who was beautiful and just wanting a man, she had other ideas.  I loved writing this book. 

Bridgette 

Monday, February 5, 2018

A Few Historical Wrongdoing, Gun-Toting Women - Gone GOOD.....Eventually





From a young age, Laura Bullion was destined to be an outlaw. Her father was a Native American bank robber, and while working as a prostitute in Texas she joined the Wild Bunch gang, where she ran with outlaws like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Bullion helped the gang with their robberies, and came to be known as "Rose of the Wild Bunch." Bullion would help sell the stolen items, forge checks, and is suspected to have disguised herself as a man to help with heists. In 1901 she was arrested for robbing a train. After serving a three-year sentence, she appears to have retired from her life of crime.



Rose Dunn fell into a life of crime when she fell in love with George "Bittercreek" Newcomb. Newcomb was one of the members of the Doolin Gang, which robbed banks and trains in the Indian Territory for two years. Dunn was a full member of the gang for the most part, and though she didn't take part in the heists, she provided them with amunition , helped Newcomb escape from authorities, and nursed him back to health. Newcomb was later killed after Dunn's brothers (also outlaws) turned him in for a bounty. After that, the appeal of crime seemed to wear off for Dunn, who went on to marry a politician and settle down.




While Mary Fields, often called "Stagecoach Mary," wasn't an outlaw, she was definitely way tougher than most of the women on this list. Fields was born into slavery around 1832, and after being emancipated at the age of 30, made her way west to Montana. Fields, who was very tall and extremely strong, worked as a general handyman and laborer at a school for Native American girls. She had a reputation for being strong, blunt, and more than willing to get in fights with people who annoyed her. At one point the local medical examiner claimed, she had "broken more noses than any other person in central Montana."

One popular story cites a time that Fields got stranded on a supply run andfought off wild wolves at gun point. Given her penchant for fighting and refusal to put up with bullshit, Fields was fired from her position after having a shoot out behind the school (during which she literally shot her opponent in the butt). At age 60, Fields went on to work for the U.S. Postal Service, becoming the first black woman to work for the service. After 10 years of driving coaches and traveling hundreds of miles, Fields retired and started a cleaning service. But she didn't stop fighting.



Lillian Smith was the only woman with the potential to eclipse Annie Oakley, but instead she's an often forgotten figure from the Wild West. Smith gained popularity after she joined Buffalo Bill Cody's Wild West Show at age 15. Like Oakley, she was an incredible shot — but she favored the rifle, instead of Oakley's preferred shotgun. Because of her young age, colorful clothes, and penchant for swearing, Smith was substantially younger than Oakley, and the two were rivals. But while touring in London, Smith shot so badly that she was ridiculed. Soon after, her career ended.

Friday, February 2, 2018

Victorian Fare: Corn Cake, Corn Bread, and Johnny Cake



USA Today Bestselling Author

 
Sweet Corn Bread. Image: Pinterest.

I freely admit it. I'm a huge cornbread freak. Doesn't matter if it's a restaurant side dish, sweet, spiced with green chilies, dotted with corn kernels, or on the dry side... I love corn bread. Given my unabashed love affair with cornbread--with or without honey, butter, or honey-butter--I took eager notice of these Victorian American cornbread recipes published in various vintage sources.

 Corn Cake and Tea Cake Recipes, published in Nebraska Advertiser of Brownville, Nebraska on February 12, 1857.

Best Buttermilk Cornbread: Image: Pinterest.

Corn bread recipe published in The Summit County Beacon of Akron, Ohio, on June 1, 1859.

"Johnny Cake"?

Johnnycake (also called journey cake, shawnee cake or johnny bread) is a cornmeal flatbread. An early American staple food, it is prepared on the Atlantic coast from Newfoundland to Jamaica. The food originates from the native inhabitants of North America.
...The modern johnnycake is found in the cuisine of New England, and often claimed as originating in Rhode Island. A modern johnnycake is fried cornmeal gruel, which is made from yellow or white cornmeal mixed with salt and hot water or milk, and sometimes sweetened. In the Southern United States, the word used is hoecake, although this can also refer to cornbread fried in a pan. (emphasis added)

"Confederate Johnnycake" (as opposed to "Union Hardtack"). Image: Pinterest.
  
 Johnny Cake Recipe, published in The Summit County Beacon of Akron, Ohio, on February 9, 1860.



Corn Bread Rusks Recipe, published in The American Citizen of Canton, Mississippi on October 8, 1881.

I must be craving carbs, as I've been interested in, and writing, a series of blog posts about Victorian baking in the United States, especially cake. Please stop by and see my recent (and not so recent) posts:

  1.   Victorian Americans had Devil's Food Cake and Angel Food Cake
  2.   Victorian Baking: Devil's Food Cake: Not What You Think!
  3.  Victorian Baking: Angel's Food Cake
  4.  Victorian Cooking: Angel's Food isn't always Angel's Food
  5.  Vintage Cake Recipes - with Frosting
  6.  Victorian Fare: Cookies
  7.  Victorian Cheesecake?
  8. Victorian Fare: Yorkshire Pudding
  9. Historic Pie Recipes


Thanks for reading! Please share this post with someone who might find it interesting.

Are you a fan of corn bread?

Do you have a recipe that's been in the family for a generation or two?




Kristin Holt, USA Today Bestselling Author, writes Sweet Victorian Romance set in the American West. She writes frequently about Old West history and contributes monthly to Sweet Americana Sweethearts.


 
Copyright 2018 Kristin Holt LC

Thursday, February 1, 2018

~~~New Release~~~

Pearl's Will

by Sophie Dawson
Lockets & Lace #9



Will Miller doesn’t know what to think when the lovely young woman faints in his jewelry and watch repair shop--except he wants to help her any way he can.

Widow Pearl Ward, struggling to survive, needs to sell the watch-locket given to her on her eighteenth birthday. When she learns she’s expecting, he proposes.

Will Pearl’s feelings for her late husband stand between them? Can they build a life together with his mother dead set against them?


Here's an excerpt:
Will Miller opened the back of the locket and sighed. The engraving lessened the value. The piece was high quality. The cover over the watch was decorated with a five lobed clover design surrounded by scrolling. In the clover was a thin-pointed star with a small diamond in the center. The back cover repeated the design without the stone. Inside the back cover where a photograph could be placed was an engraving. ‘To Pearl Henry, From Papa and Mama, Sept. 9, 1906.” 

Will glanced at the woman who was looking intently into the lace display. She was quite thin, honey blonde hair peeked out from under her wide-brimmed hat. She was wearing the simple clothing of a working woman. Navy skirt with a matching double-breasted long jacket, white blouse with a crocheted lace collar that spread beautifully over the blue. What he could see of her face showed a slim nose, unlike his fairly broad one. He’d have to see what color her eyes were. She lifted her hand and touched the glass of the case. A lace glove encased her slim fingers. 


Will looked back at the watch-locket. It was suspended from a gold bow-shaped pin. It would look lovely on the bodice of her jacket. He wondered why she was wanting to sell it. The quality of her clothing wasn’t high-society, but it was well tailored and didn’t look worn. 


Standing, Will moved back to the counter. She came over, waiting with a hopeful expression on her face. Her eyes were a deep green, nearly the color of pine needles. Framed with long lashes, they spoke of sadness, despair, loneliness, and desperation. 


Even though Will knew what the true value of the watch-locket was, something told him to offer more. He wouldn’t tell his father he paid more for it. He’d pay for it up with his own money.


“Miss? Are you sure you want to sell this? It must have great sentimental value to you.”
She looked down a moment, then lifted her eyes again. They glittered with moisture. “Yes, but, if it’s possible, and I’ll understand if you can’t do it, would there be any chance I could purchase it back in the future?”


She must have fallen on extremely hard times. It firmed his intention to help her. It wasn’t because she was lovely, Will assured himself. Well, maybe it was a little. He hoped that wasn’t his main motivation. His Christian ethic called for being a Good Samaritan for others.


Will set the watch on the counter and named the amount he would pay her for the locket. She lifted a trembling hand to her lips. “I’ll hold it back from display so you can redeem it. At least, I can for several months. Would that work for you?”


“Thank you. You’re most generous. I’ll try to redeem it as soon as I can.”


Will picked up the locket and placed it on the workbench. Rather than pay her from the cash register, he opened his personal cash drawer and counted out the bills. He put the locket into the drawer, near the back. 


As he turned around to go back to the counter, he saw the woman lay one hand on the counter. The other she raised to her forehead. Then, she collapsed to the floor. 



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