What if one treasured locket could tell the story of a nation?

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Yay!  Petticoats and Pistols is celebrating the 250th year Anniversary of our Nation with an entire series of books.  Wow!

Shanna will lead off the series on July 16th, 2026 when she will be releasing her book, FOR LIBERTY AND LOVE.  I’ll be following her lead with my story, FREEING MISS ABAGAIL on June 23rd, 2026 and Kit will be following me on June 30th, 2026 with her book, HER HEART’S ALLEGIANCE.  I’m going to post the schedule of the books below:

Books in the Petticoats & Patriots Series

For Liberty and Love by Shanna Hatfield

Book 1June 16

Freeing Miss Abagail by Karen Kay

Book 2June 23

Her Heart’s Allegiance by Kit Morgan

Book 3 June 30

Whispers of Treason by Sarah Lamb

Book 4 July 7

Her Rebel Heart by Jo-Ann Roberts

Book 5July 14

The Heart of Honor by Winnie Griggs

Book 6 July 21

The Sky Between Us by Pam Crooks

Book 7July 28

Declaration of Love by Shanna Hatfield

Book 8 August 4

We are so excited to bring these stories to you.  And, you can have a sneak peek at the stories with the first issue of Petticoats & Patriots Magazine!  It’s available now!  So Get your digital copy Free today.

What if one treasured locket could tell the story of a nation?

Step into the pages of Petticoats & Patriots Magazine and discover the people, places, and moments that shaped America. Packed with historical features, patriotic inspiration, recipes, and stories of love, liberty, and legacy, this special edition celebrates the enduring spirit of freedom. Join us as we honor the past and celebrate America’s 250th anniversary. Available now for free for digital downloads!

So pick up your free copy today!
I will leave you today with an excerpt from my book, FREEING MISS ABAGAIL

 

 

Dark-haired, nineteen-year-old Abagail Densbury paused mid-stride and listened. She frowned. Was it barking she was hearing, there, off in the distance? No, it couldn’t be; not here in the dim forest, and yet… It did sound like the howling of many hounds.

As though she were ill, Abagail’s stomach turned over. Had Miss Stockenridge awakened? And, if she had, was she really so cruel as to send the hunting dogs after her?

Fear washed through Abagail’s body, the emotion sickening her already discouraged spirit. But, was she wrong? Had the mongrels merely been let loose to help the men hunt for the inn’s evening meal?

But, no. From the sound of their howls, they were coming closer and closer to her.

Panic struck Abagail. It had to be true. The hounds were on her trail.

She shut her eyes momentarily. It was so unfair. Miss Stockenridge was an employee of Mr. Wilson, a balding man who was the proprietor of the Saratoga Tavern & Inn, an inn nestled deeply into the woods several miles away from the town of Saratoga. Miss Stockenridge had no authority to override his wishes, did she?

Abagail frowned, recalling—if only briefly—how Mr. Wilson had rescued her own person earlier this very morning. Mr. Wilson must have heard the lashing being given to Abagail, because he had forced his way into the back room of the inn and had commanded Miss Stockenridge to cease the whipping at once. And, Miss Stockenridge should have stopped.

But, she hadn’t. Instead, she had increased the fury of her attack, screaming, “The lass be a thief and in league with misfits! And, since I be the one who bought her servitude contract, I can do as I like with the likes of her.”

“In league with… Now, what was it the lass stole?” asked Mr. Wilson, reaching up to stay the lash.

“Why, it be a fine necklace, taken from one of the ladies stayin’ here at the inn,” replied Miss Stockenridge. “This lass be nothin’ but a thief! And, I’ll—”

“Where be the necklace now, so I can return it to its rightful owner?”

“I’ll be returnin’ it!” yelled Miss Stockenridge. “Now get thee out of here while I give this gal the whippin’ she deserves!”

Abagail ridged her shoulders, expecting another blow. However, it never came.

With a crash and a scream, Miss Stockenridge ceased the beating, and Abagail heard the sound of a body falling onto the floor. Looking over her shoulder, Abagail beheld with some shock the broken vase in Mr. Wilson’s hand and Miss Stockenridge’s body, now lying on the floor.

“I had ta do it now, lass. She ain’t hurt none, and she’ll awaken soon enough. But, gal, ye need to get!”

Old and kindly Mr. Wilson had then cut the ties from around Abagail’s hands, allowing her to quickly pull up her linen blouse to hide the marks on her back, even though some of those wounds were now bleeding. Inwardly, she cringed at the pain as her blouse touched her injuries.

“Here, gal, take this coin I be given ye”—he placed it into the pocket of her apron—“and get thee to Fort Stanwix, quick as ye can! Ye be free to go there and wait for me until I can join ye! Now, get!”

Mr. Wilson had said she was free to go. Was it, then, his intention to free her of the status of being an indentured servant? Or had he simply meant she was free to leave Saratoga Inn?

Obviously, his design must be the latter since he had told her to stay at Fort Stanwix until he could join her. Indeed, why else would he be planning to meet up with her there? She, being an indentured servant, was hardly important.

The barking of the inn’s hounds and the high-pitched clinking sounds of the coins in her apron as she was running had the effect of bringing Abagail back to the present moment, ending her musings. Indeed, it sounded as if the dogs were even closer to her now.

Miss Stockenridge had to have been the one to order the dogs after her. It wouldn’t matter to Miss Stockenridge that she had no authority to override Mr. Wilson’s wishes regarding Abagail, bidding her to get. Could Miss Stockenridge really be so heartless and cruel?

Abagail answered her own question. Had Mr. Wilson not stepped in to help her, Miss Stockenridge might have killed her. Indeed, the woman would have either murdered her on the spot or left her in a condition worse than death.

Well, this was a dangerous mess she was in. Worse than anything she’d ever experienced. And, goodness knew her young life had been full of misadventures, having grown up on the streets of London.

What would those hounds do to her once they found and caught her? Would they tear her apart, as though she were a fox and this a fox hunt?

Fear turned quickly to terror, causing Abagail to catch her breath and to stumble and fall onto the colorful beauty of the red, orange and golden leaves littering the ground. Immediately, she breathed in the crisp scent of the fallen leaves over the ground. But, she didn’t have a moment to spare to give the elegance of the sharp autumn day more than a quick notice.

Leaping to her feet, Abagail ran on, trying to increase her speed, and she raised up her brown cloth-worn dress so she could take bigger strides. She barely heard the clinking of the coins in the pocket of her dirty white apron—the same coins Mr. Wilson had given her.

At least she’d had the good sense to wear her brown leather boots this day instead of her usual slippers, which had holes in the soles. Of course, even though the leather boots helped her to run, she knew it was impossible to remain free and alive. She couldn’t outrun the inn’s hounds.

No, she would be caught, and, if they didn’t kill her on the spot, the hired men would drag her back to the Saratoga Inn. And, there she would be given no quarter. Miss Stockenridge would ensure it, despite Mr. Wilson’s kindness.

The Saratoga Inn was really a tavern, offering nightly accommodations to travelers and to its guests who might have imbibed of too much whiskey. The inn was so well situated into the deep woods, it almost disappeared into the scenery. And, because it sat so far away from town, it was a law unto itself. So, if forced to go back there, Miss Stockenridge would surely kill or maim her. Mr. Wilson wouldn’t always be around to stop the woman.

The pain of her linen blouse, as it contacted and pulled at the skin of Abagail’s back, caught her attention. It felt as though her every step caused the wounds already there to multiply.

“My dear Lord,” she prayed. “Help me!”

As soon as the prayer had been uttered, Abagail seemed to come alive, and, in doing so, she smelled something in the air…something wet and fresh. Was it water—a stream or a river? And, if it were a stream, could this give her a chance to erase her scent from the path so the hounds would not be able to follow?

Had her prayer been answered so quickly?

She sniffed again. Yes, it was the clean scent of a stream. Turning, she ran into the wind, which had kindly alerted her to a possible escape route. Hurrying through the trees and the undergrowth, she came to an embankment and fled down it, causing small rocks to fly up into the air and the earth to crumble at her feet.

Quickly, she splashed into the cool water.

It was a shallow stream. Would it really hide her scent from the hounds? Still, whether it would or not, Abagail would take this chance the Lord had given her.

As she ran forward, she slipped on the slimy stones beneath her feet and fell into the water. But, the water, though running fast, was not deep and she righted herself at once and ran onward, but a little more cautiously. Lifting up her skirts which were weighing her down, she splashed through the water as furiously and as fast as she could, hoping the swift-running water would hide her path.

Oh, what a terrible mess she was in. And, it was all because of a mistake. She’d not taken the necklace she’d been accused of stealing. Somehow it had appeared in the pocket of her apron. But, how it had gotten there, Abagail didn’t know.

And, no matter how much Abagail had pleaded her innocence, Miss Stockenridge wouldn’t believe her…hadn’t believed her, certain the woman was that Abagail had stolen the necklace from one of the ladies currently staying at the inn.

But what was it Miss Stockenridge had said to Mr. Wilson? That Abagail had been in league with misfits?

None of the accusations against her were true, and yet Miss Stockenridge had tried to browbeat a confession out of her. And, when Abagail hadn’t been able to give one, Miss Stockenridge had pulled out the whip, and…

The yipping of the dogs brought Abagail firmly back to the present moment, and she dashed forward as quickly as she could, surging through the current, slipping now and again, but not falling. She fled onward through the water, listening for the hounds. And, then she heard an even more deadly sound and she knew she was in even more trouble.

Ahead of her was a waterfall. Dear God, how high up was it from the ground below?

Closing her eyes for a moment, she wanted to cry. But, she knew she couldn’t. Instead, she stepped slowly toward the sickening sound of the waterfall.

What was she to do? She couldn’t continue on forward. But, if she were to crawl up onto the shoreline to avert the danger of the falls, the hounds would certainly pick up her scent again.

Oh, what was she to do?

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Patriotism, Parades, and Picnics: The Centennial of 1876

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Hello everyone, Winnie Griggs here. As many of you know, I’ve been hard at work on my upcoming historical romance, The Heart of Honor, my contribution to our Petticoats and Patriots series. The story is set in 1876, a year that held special significance for Americans because it marked the nation’s one hundredth birthday.

 

While doing research for the book, I found myself paying particular attention to how people actually celebrated the Centennial. We all know about fireworks and Fourth of July picnics, but what did the celebration look like for ordinary folks living in small towns and rural communities far from the nation’s largest cities?

The Centennial Exposition held in Philadelphia was one of the most visible parts of the national celebration. It was the first official World’s Fair held in the United States and drew visitors from around the globe. New inventions, technological marvels, and exhibits showcasing America’s progress filled the fairgrounds. For many people, attending the exposition was the opportunity of a lifetime.

But not everyone could travel to Philadelphia.

Across the country, both large and small communities found their own ways to celebrate. Towns organized parades, patriotic speeches, church services, brass band concerts, community picnics, and readings of the Declaration of Independence. Buildings were decorated with flags and bunting, and local newspapers often devoted special coverage to the occasion.

What I found especially interesting was that the celebrations often reflected the region where they took place.

In New England, many communities highlighted their connections to the Revolutionary War and the nation’s earliest history. In the South, the Centennial arrived just eleven years after the end of the Civil War, so the celebrations often carried a different tone as communities continued rebuilding and healing. Meanwhile, in the growing western states and territories, festivities frequently blended patriotic observances with the practical realities and traditions of frontier life.

One detail that especially caught my attention was how the Centennial encouraged Americans to look back as well as forward. While much attention was given to the nation’s progress and future possibilities, there was also a renewed appreciation for the people and events that had shaped the country’s first hundred years. Some communities and families reflected on their own histories, sharing stories and preserving memories of earlier generations.

In fact, this aspect of the Centennial helped inspire a key part of my story. My heroine, Mercy Owens, serves on her town’s Centennial Planning Committee and is responsible for collecting the stories and artifacts of the people who helped build the community. Like me, she believes that family stories are often what bring history to life. Dates and events have their place, but it is the people behind those events—their sacrifices, dreams, struggles, and triumphs—that make the past meaningful.

As I continue working on The Heart of Honor, I find myself thinking about that balance between remembering where we’ve been and looking ahead to where we’re going. Perhaps that’s one reason the Centennial captured the imagination of so many Americans in 1876.

So now I’m curious: If your hometown were celebrating its 100th anniversary, what story, keepsake, or piece of family history would you contribute to a community display? Leave a comment to be entered in a drawing for a signed copy of one of my books.

 

Fun news! The first issue of Petticoats & Patriots Magazine is here! Filled with Revolutionary War features, inspiring articles, patriotic recipes, reader activities, and stories celebrating the courage that built a nation, this special collector’s edition is the perfect way to begin celebrating America’s 250th birthday. Available now! Get your FREE digital copy HERE!

If you haven’t had a chance to check out our Petticoats and Patriots series yet, you can read about the first 5 books on our series page HERE.

And don’t forget, the first book in the series, Shanna’s For Liberty and Love. releases on June 16th and is available now for PREORDER!

 

 

Tanya Agler Has a Winner!

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Did you enjoy Miss Tanya’s visit and chatting with her about chuckwagons and diners? I sure did!

Now for the Drawing………..

One commenter will get a signed copy of her book plus a $10 Amazon gift card!!

And the Winner is………….

KATE SPARKS

Woo-Hoo!!! We’re tickled to death for you, Kate! Now watch for Miss Tanya’s email.

Welcome Guest Author Tanya Agler!

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Chuckwagons, Campfires, and Diners

One of my favorite parts of vacations is reading the descriptions of the local restaurants as every family member on the trip gets to choose one eating establishment. I am always on the lookout for diners as there is something about the varied menu and fun décor that appeals to me. That might be part of the reason food always plays a major role in my books. In my upcoming Ruby Canyon series, Deedee Magill, a decorated retired rodeo rider, opened the Pinto Bean Café, which has a diner-like atmosphere. In the third book of my Rodeo Stars of Violet Ridge series, Her Temporary Cowboy, there’s a chuckwagon ride where the heroine, Elizabeth Irwin, anticipates the cook’s campfire pancakes. I hope you brought your appetite today as I explore the history of diners and chuckwagons.

Tanya with her daughter at a chuckwagon event.

The history of diners begins in the 1870s with lunch wagons that popped up in Rhode Island to feed laborers, newspaper workers, and others. Those led to the advent of night meal wagons, which offered the likes of coffee, pie, and sandwiches at all hours. By the 1890s, lunch wagons had boomed, providing meals for all social classes. After WW2, the current version of diners began to emerge with the advent of the modular, stainless-steel structure that can still be found today. Today, there are over 8,000 diners in the US alone, with New Jersey claiming the title of the diner capital of the world.

Chuckwagons also have a colorful history. Originally created by Charles Goodnight to feed cowboys on Texas cattle drives, the chuckwagon became synonymous with eating under the open sky. A chuckwagon is exactly what it sounds like. It’s often a wagon, often with a white tarpaulin, that serves as a mobile kitchen to feed cowhands and ranchers. In Goodnight’s version, the wagon came outfitted with a “chuck box” with drawers and shelves for food and equipment storage, and a hinged lid that would provide a flat surface for preparing the meals. Biscuits and beans are the meal most often associated with what would be served on the open range, although coffee and sourdough bread are also high on that list. Currently, the American Chuck Wagon Association was founded in 1997 to continue the historical legacy of this treasured historical way of eating. There are also contests for chuckwagon cooking, and it is now a staple of many dude ranches. My daughter’s engagement dinner theme revolved around chuckwagons and cobbler, and this is a picture of us at the event.

In The Hometown Hero’s Fourth of July, there are four former female rodeo contestants who were pivotal in their field. They have now settled in Ruby Canyon and call themselves the Bronze Gals. Deedee Magill is the unofficial leader of the group and is the grandmother of the heroine, Erin Perkins. Deedee named the Pinto Bean Café after her rodeo horse and is known for making the best omelets around as well as a mean bowl of turkey chili and a heaping slice of peanut butter pie. She also alerts her granddaughter to the happenings of Ruby Canyon. In the first chapter of the book, Deedee calls Erin and tells her to get to the Pinto Bean pronto.

Here is a small excerpt featuring Erin’s response:

Thirty minutes later, she approached downtown Ruby Canyon. If Erin had blinked, she’d have missed the turn from Main Street onto Meadow Valley Road and the café where Grandma Deedee had served thousands of breakfast platters in the past year alone.

As small as it was, there was something intangible about her adopted hometown that was deeply entrenched in her. During her tour of duty, she had dreamed about her grandmother’s award-winning chili, the annual softball game and the Fourth of July fireworks. Awakening, she started counting down the days until she once again smelled the wildflowers wafting in the summer air and felt the first snowfall buffeting her cheeks.

The Pinto Bean Café is part of Ruby Canyon, just as diners and chuckwagons have been a part of American culture for over one hundred years.

What about you?

Have you ever dined at a diner or been a part of a chuck wagon meal?

Let me know in the comments and one commenter will receive a signed print copy (US only) of

The Hometown Hero’s Fourth of July

along with a $10.00 Amazon gift card.

Tanya Agler moved often during her childhood and settled in Georgia where she writes sweet contemporary romance novels, which feature small towns, family and pets, and themes of second chances and hope. Tanya’s books for Harlequin Heartwarming are set in small towns located in the mountains of North Carolina, Colorado, and Wyoming.

When she’s not writing, Tanya loves classic movies, walking, and a good cup of tea.

Visit her website for more details.

Let’s Celebrate the Stars and Stripes!

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The United States is having a birthday…an impressive birthday commemorating 250 years since the signing of the Declaration of Independence in 1776, a pivotal moment in American history that established the nation’s independence from Britain and laid the foundation for democracy and self-governance.

…And eight of our Fillies are contributing to the celebration with a new series, Petticoats and Patriots, commencing June 16th thru August 4th (See Information & Link Below).

But before independence could be won, it was decided the colonies needed an American “flag”, the Continental Colors, and a day dedicated to honoring “Old Glory.”

When the American Revolution broke out in 1775, the colonists weren’t fighting united under a single flag. Instead, most regiments participating in the war for independence against the British fought under their own flags. In June of 1775, the Second Continental Congress met in Philadelphia to create the Continental Army—a unified colonial fighting force—with the hopes of a more organized battle against its colonial oppressors. This led to the creation of what was, essentially, the first “American” flag, the Continental Colors.

For some, this flag, which was comprised of 13 red and white alternating stripes and a Union Jack in the corner, was too similar to that of the British. George Washington soon realized that flying a flag that was even remotely close to the British flag was not a great confidence-builder for the revolutionary effort, so he turned his efforts towards creating a new symbol of freedom for the soon-to-be fledgling nation.

On June 14, 1777, the Second Continental Congress took a break from writing the Articles of Confederation and passed a resolution stating that “the flag of the United States be 13 stripes, alternate red and white,” and that “the union be 13 stars, white in a blue field, representing a new constellation.”

            • white for purity and innocence
            • red for valor and hardiness
            • blue for vigilance, perseverance, and justice

Over 100 years later, in 1916, President Woodrow Wilson marked the anniversary of that decree by officially establishing June 14 as Flag Day.

Facts About the U.S. Flag

1. Bernard Cigrand, a small-town Wisconsin teacher, originated the idea for an annual flag day, to be celebrated across the country every June 14, in 1885. That year, he led his school in the first formal observance of the holiday.

2. It is widely believed that Betsy Ross, who assisted the Revolutionary War effort by repairing uniforms and sewing tents, made the first American flag. However, there is no historical evidence that she contributed to Old Glory’s creation. It was not until her grandson William Canby held a press conference in 1870 to recount the story that the American public learned of her possible role. It has since been confirmed that Francis Hopkinson, a delegate from New Jersey who signed the Declaration of Independence, designed the American flag.

3. The lyrics of “The Star-Spangled Banner,” America’s national anthem since 1931, are taken from a patriotic poem written by Francis Scott Key after he witnessed the Battle of Fort McHenry during the War of 1812. His words were set to the tune of “To Anacreon in Heaven,” a popular British drinking song.

4. In the 1950s, when it seemed certain that Alaska would be admitted to the Union, designers began retooling the American flag to add a 49th star to the existing 48. Meanwhile, a 17-year-old Ohio student named Bob Heft borrowed his mother’s sewing machine, disassembled his family’s 48-star flag and stitched on 50 stars in a proportional pattern. He handed in his creation to his history teacher for a class project, explaining that he expected Hawaii would soon achieve statehood as well. Heft also sent the flag to his congressman, Walter Moeller, who presented it to President Eisenhower after both new states joined the Union. Eisenhower selected Heft’s design, and on July 4, 1960, the president and the high school student stood together as the 50-star flag was raised for the first time. Heft’s teacher promptly changed his grade from a B- to an A.

5. Unlike setting an intact flag on fire, flying one upside-down is not always intended as an act of protest. According to the Flag Code, it can also be an official distress signal.

6. The Flag Code stipulates that the Stars and Stripes should not be used as apparel, bedding or drapery.

7. The practice of draping coffins in the American flag is not reserved for military veterans and government officials. On the contrary, any burial may incorporate this tradition.

8. Etiquette calls for American flags to be illuminated by sunlight or another light source while on display.

9. During the Vietnam War era, some demonstrators burned American flags as an act of protest. The Flag Protection Act of 1968 was enacted in response, making it illegal to burn or otherwise deface the Stars and Stripes. In two landmark decisions 20 years later, the Supreme Court ruled that the government couldn’t curb individuals’ First Amendment rights by prohibiting desecration of the U.S. flag. Respectful burning of damaged flags according to established protocol has always been acceptable.

10. When flags are taken down from their poles, care must be taken to keep them from touching the ground. In fact, the American flag should always be kept aloft, meaning that rugs and carpets featuring the Stars and Stripes are barred by the Flag Code.

11. When the flags of cities, states, localities or groups are flown on the same staff as the American flag, Old Glory should always be at the peak. When flags of two or more nations are displayed, they should be of equivalent size and flown from separate staffs of the same height.

12. The Flag Code strictly prohibits adding an insignia, drawing or other markings to the Stars and Stripes. Some American politicians have been known to defy this regulation by signing copies of the U.S. flag for their supporters.

13. Ever wondered how to correctly fold an American flag? First, enlist a partner and stand facing each other, each holding both corners of one of the rectangle’s shorter sides. Working together, lift the half of the flag that usually hangs on the bottom over the half that contains the blue field of stars. Next, fold the flag lengthwise a second time so that the stars are visible on the outside. Make a triangular fold at the striped end, bringing one corner up to meet the top edge. Continue to fold the flag in this manner until only a triangle of star-studded blue can be seen.

  • The original 1777 flag was designed to represent the 13 original colonies. It had 13 white stars on a blue field and 13 alternating red and white stripes.
  • One of the first flag designs had the stars arranged in a circle, based on the idea that all colonies were equal.
  • In 1818, after a few design changes, the United States Congress decided to retain the flag’s original 13 stripes and add new stars to reflect each new state that entered the union.
  • Each time a state was added to the union, a star was added. Today, there are 50 stars, one for each state in the union, but the 13 stripes remain.

Next time you gaze upon the symbol of the nation’s freedom, pause and reflect on the flag’s origins, symbolism, and history—and what the American flag means in your life.

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Sarah Lamb has a winner!

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Thank you all for the incredibly interesting things about the place you are from! I’ve got a list now, of some I knew nothing about and want to learn more of! America’s history is so rich, I adore all of it. That’s why I write historical. I love history.

I have a winner for my ebook copy of Elizabeth, a historical romance set in the Shenandoah National Park, here in Virginia. I’m going to share the winner below, Alice, and please email me at: sarahlambwriting@gmail.com so that I have your email address to send it to!

I grew up between Saratoga and Lake George, New York, about 50 miles north of Albany. So much early American history in that area. There is a reconstructed fort that was important in the French and Indian War at Lake George. Fort Ticonderoga on Lake Champlain has some of the original stone walls as well as some reconstructed parts. It played an important part in both the French and Indian War and the Revolutionary War. Both of these forts are wonderful museums and Ft Ti is in a beautiful location on Lake Champlain. My grandparents’ farm was near the Saratoga Battlefield National Historic Park where one of the crucial battles of the Revolutionary War took place. When we were kids it was still a state park where we would have family picnics. There are houses in the town where I went to school that were part of the Underground Railroad in the 1850’s and 60’s. One has become a local museum, and you can see the pit where people would hide below the floorboards. They have letters and journals describing the experience.

Where I live now in Central Washington State has played an important part in more recent history. As a result of the Reclamation Act of 1902 and the continued development of Bureau of Reclamation projects the Columbia Basin with water from Grand Coulee Dam is the largest irrigation project in the US. The Manhattan Project on what is referred to now as the Department of Energy Hanford Site developed the nuclear material for atomic bombs in WWII. It is now a research facility and still a restricted area although the B reactor is a National Historic Site. I have toured it but it was a scary experience in some ways in spite of the assurances that it is decontaminated.

The trucks you described are a wonderful way to bring history to so many people who aren’t always able to travel. Thank you for sharing.

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Tanya Agler Will Visit Friday!

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We’re so excited to have Harlequin Heartwarming author Tanya Agler visit on June 5, 2026! The Fillies are bustling around like a bunch of busy bees getting the place ready.

Did you know when diners first began? Would it surprise you to know it was way back yonder? I was totally shocked! If you’re curious, shake the wrinkles out of your bustle and head over come Friday.

Leave a comment to get in the drawing for a signed copy of the book plus a gift card!

Don’t lollygag around and miss out or you’ll be kicking yourself.

Nan Has Two Winners

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I have two winners from my post on June 2! The two people who will receive an e-book copy of Forever Cowboy–the book where Rascal the stray find his Furever Home are:

  • Julie Bullock
  • Kim Hansen

Ladies, watch for an email from Tule Publishing!

Thanks everyone for stopping by!

 

 

Join me on the Mobile Museum for America’s Birthday!

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Hello everyone! Want to take a little field trip with me? We’re jumping on this huge truck, and driving straight into the 1700s!

I’m not sure if other states have done this, but Virginia created four huge mobile museum for the 250th birthday of the United States, and they’ve been driving throughout the state. I was thrilled that one stopped in our small area for two days. Come join me on a mini tour! I won’t share all the photos, but I want to hit a few of the highlights of Virginia’s contribution during the American Revolution.

 

 

If you’ll remember, I’m from Virginia. I grew up just a few miles away from where Thomas Jefferson lived, and a few hours from Williamsburg, and a little over an hour from Richmond, and near so many president’s homes and the universities that they founded. For me as a child, it was just a normal day to play on the grounds of Monticello, wander through his gardens, and tour the house. When I moved away, then returned and took my children there, it was such a shock to see how much it had expanded! But it was just as wonderful as I remembered.

I will admit, as much as I’ve always loved history, Virginia’s history has always had a special place in my heart. And…I’ve a secret I can’t tell you about YET…but it’s also chock full of Virginia’s history.

So, join me on the mini tour! Ready?

When you boarded the 18-wheel truck, there was something really special about it. The sides folded out, and made a huge open room for the exhibit. It was divided into two, with the first room being much smaller. The first room, we are greeted by a digital Patrick Henry, as he gives his famous speech in St. John’s Church, Richmond, on March 23, 1775. Excuse his face looking a tad odd. He was a flickering digital screen and this was how he turned out.

 

 

After we listened to the speech, we looked around in the room he was in, and learned a little about why the colonies wanted their freedom from the crown. This was a small room, and we walked through the door into the much larger room where there were loads of interactive panels and screens, videos, and images on the wall to learn from.

Here’s a fun fact. While you’ve likely heard of the Boston Tea Party…did you know that Virginia had one too, in  Yorktown?

 

 

 

 

One of my favorites, was this one: The Virginia Declaration of Rights. There was a video just nearby it, talking about how it was primarily written by George Mason (one of the Founding Fathers) proclaimed the inherent rights of individuals, including life, liberty, and property and asserted that government power derives from the people.

 

 

If any of that sounded just a bit familiar, that’s because this important document influenced both the U.S. Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights.

 

 

Throughout the room, on touchscreens, you got to learn about some of the important women in Virginia. Each one you touched shared a video or a still image and paragraphs about their life.

 

 

You also got to do the same for the different types of men who fought as revolutionary soldiers, including those of Virginia’s militia.

 

 

One of my favorite displays was that which told about Tarleton’s Raid. To sum things up, though he was only in his twenties, Banastre Tarleton was a part of the British Legion, which was made up of light infantry and calvary (dragoons) and most of the soldiers were American Loyalists, meaning colonists who were faithful to the British Crown. They wore short green jackets, which sometimes made them known as the Green Dragoons. To the colonists, he and his men were brutal, but to the Crown, they were heroes.

Well, since Virginia’s government had relocated to Charlottesville, Virginia, and their governor, Thomas Jefferson, lived there, that made it a tempting target to strike a crippling blow at the colonists. However, just by chance, a young man, Jack Jouett, whose father owned the Swan Tavern in Charlottesville, saw Tarleton and his men riding hard, took a shortcut through the woods, and just managed to get word out in time. Most of the men Tarleton sought managed to escape. The 1781 Charlottesville raid disrupted Virginia’s government but didn’t stop them. Supplies were damaged, but it could have been far worse, and history could be quite different from how it turned out.

 

 

Of course, there were so many famous battles in Virginia. Yorktown was another with an interesting story, and it was also the place where Tarleton and his men eventually surrendered to the French. Just in case you are curious what happened to the young British hero, he returned home, and became a member of Parliament.

 

We were there for a little over a half hour, long enough to see everything but not so long as to make others wait outside, since the truck could only hold so many at once. I was so glad for the opportunity to see the mobile exhibit with my own eyes, and to be reminded that large or small, so many people played a role in America’s fight for independence, and that a good number of them were lost to history, and their contributions will never be known.

 

 

Today, I’d love to give one reader an ebook of a historical romance I wrote, also set in Virginia, and also with some history to it, about the Shenandoah National Park. Here’s the book you could win!

 

 

Elizabeth Lawrence is ready for her trip to Shenandoah National Park with its cascading waterfalls, fields of colorful wildflowers, and wooded hollows with trees that stretch to the sky. Sketchbook in hand, she expects to capture the park’s serene beauty, never imagining the hidden dangers that lurk within its depths—or the unexpected jolt her heart will experience.

Counting down his final weeks as a park ranger, Kyle Struggs expects to deal with the usual threats of the rugged terrain, not the whims of privileged visitors he’ll be serving as a private guide. Yet, as he gets to know the inquisitive Elizabeth, he realizes she’s nothing like he’d anticipated, and he quickly can’t imagine life without her.

But when a vengeful poacher kidnaps Elizabeth, their blossoming relationship is threatened. Now, Elizabeth must depend on her wits to buy time to survive, while Kyle searches the vast park to save her from the very dangers he swore to protect her against.

Find the book here to learn more! 

 

To have a chance at winning, all you have to do it tell me some historical event that happened in your state or some historical figure from your state you’ve always found fascinating.