A Hill through the Years and a Give Away!

Hi! Kit Morgan here, and today I wanted to share something I stumbled upon in Facebook regarding my little hometown. I won’t be there for the holidays. I’m still caregiving for someone in another state. That being said, you start thinking of home and family and for me, snow. I’m from Oregon but will be in California over the holidays, so no snow for me.

But while popping into a Facebook group to see how things in my little hometown are doing, I saw a picture taken back in the 70’s of what we simply refer to as “the hill”.

There’s more than one hill  in my hometown but the two main ones cut through the down town area. One is on Main Street, the other on Broadway. The one on Broadway back in the day was just a track and is much steeper than the one on Main Street. I was in Junior High marching band and you marched down the hill on Main Street but up the hill on Broadway. I got to thinking about that hill and all the times I’ve trekked up and down it through all four seasons and all kinds of weather year after year after year. Then I thought about the residents of my little hometown back in the day and tried to imagine them having to get up that hill to home. Yikes. These lovely ladies from 1901 in my hometown, haven’t had to go up the hill yet, that’s why they’re smiling!

It could be worse for them. It could be winter! Let’s see them get that wheel barrow up this! Or in this case, slide down it as this photo was taken from the top of the hill.

When you grow up in a small town, it’s always fun to watch the locals brave this hill in the winter when it’s nothing but a sheet of ice. There’s always someone who tries it and fails. At the bottom of the hill to the left, there’s now a parking lot and a grocery store.(To the right in the picture below). I remember being in that parking lot with my dad when the hill was covered with ice and had a good layer of snow on top. Made for some fast sledding, which no one was supposed to do but did it anyway. We can still name the culprits! I remember watching folks take pictures that day, this is one of them. It made me realize how much I miss that hill. A simple thing but there you have it. I think a lot of my books are inspired by my little home town, even though they’re in a historical setting. One of these days I’ll have to pattern a contemporary series after it. Other authors already have who grew up there, and our little town has had more than its share of movies shot in it. It even caught Oprah’s eye for a film she was producing and some of the scenes were shot at a house at the top of the hill.

I don’t have to march up the hill in the heat of summer anymore (good thing I played the piccolo in marching band). It’s more fun to watch and listen to a parade of log trucks make their way up it during the annual Fourth of July parade. And thank goodness. After climbing that blasted hill, it was a long way to the high school where the parade would start. But every year, kids, parents, livestock and of course lots and lots of log trucks come down Main Street then go back up Broadway. For those hearty individuals on foot and their first time in the parade, traversing the hill unscathed was like a right of passage. Trust me, when it’s 90 degrees out and you’ve already been marching for blocks, that hill is mighty intimidating when one gets to that point. Sissy that I am, I can’t remember when I walked it last. When my sister and I go walking in town, we take the hill on Main Street!

 

When it comes to the hill, it was here way before I was born and will be there long after my family and I are gone. Maybe that’s why it’s one of those simple things that’s endearing. I know it will be there a long, long, time. What sort of land mark do you have in your hometown that gives you that feeling of nostalgia? A statue, a bridge? Goodness, it could be anything! I’m giving away a free ebook copy of Charming the Widow, the third book in my Love in Apple Blossom series that released today!

A little more about the book: 

A Suspicious Widow
A Reluctant Englishman
And Two Mischievous Children …


When Six Englishmen come to Apple Blossom, they turn the town upside-down by not leaving. Instead, they take it upon themselves to help a few poor folks out by sprucing up their houses! Next on their list: The Widow Crawford. But Sarah Crawford didn’t trust the newcomers, and was it any wonder? The last strangers that came through town killed her husband. They appeared to be decent men, just like the Englishmen. So far they’d fixed things up for a rancher and Apple Blossom’s own lady sheriff. But just because they trusted them didn’t mean Sarah had to. After all, she had to protect herself and her children.

Irving Darlington (Darling to the folks in Apple Blossom) carried a heavy burden. If his older brother Sterling decides to stay in Apple Blossom for good, the title and estate would fall to him once their father passed on. But Irving wasn’t sure he could handle things properly. Sterling was the one prepared by their father to take things over, not him. The prospect looming, he does his best to avoid the Widow Crawford’s suspicious looks. How can he prove to her he’s trustworthy and has only her best interest in mind? How will he prove it to all those he’ll be responsible for back home in England? And how can he work on the Widow’s house without losing his heart completely?

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Kit Morgan is the author of over 100 books of historical and contemporary western romance! Her stories are fun, sweet stories full of love, laughter, and just a little bit of mayhem! Kit creates her stories in her little log cabin in the woods in the Pacific Northwest. An avid reader and knitter, when not writing, she can be found with either a book or a pair of knitting needles in her hands! Oh, and the occasional smidge of chocolate!

26 thoughts on “A Hill through the Years and a Give Away!”

  1. I’m not sure my “hometown” of Roaring River qualifies as a town. It is still unincorporated and has a population of about 2,600. However, the thing I remember most about the community itself was the huge feed mill beside the train tracks. It stood like a gigantic, square tower, and such a large structure in such a small town made it eye-catching. I wish I could show you the picture I have.

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  2. Northern New Jersey really has nothing except it’s city after city after city. Been that way for more than a half century. Our high School and Junior high was up in the mountains in what use to be farm country now it’s a National state park on the mountain not far from both schools.

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    • New Jersey! There’s a place there I’ve always wanted to see. Mount Tabor. It’s about an hour train ride from the city. I’ve been through New Jersey going to and from PA and have always wanted to go exploring.

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  3. It was a bridge in the community that I was raised in. We also had a huge hill that you had to get over to get out of the High Bridge, which was the name of the place where I am from.

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  4. The only thing I can remember that is still there are the streets. The Main Street makes a turn of about 2 car lengths and then turns again. I know why, it is because of the crick that runs underneath the streets. The buildings have changed – none of them are the same.

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  5. I LOVE seeing that picture of those ladies having a good time – it is so rare to find old photographs that depict anything other than serious perfectionism. And the story of your hometown hill was so fun to read!

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    • What’s funny about that picture, Jacinta, is that the one holding onto the wheelbarrow looks very familiar. The town has some very old families in it and I’m sure those two ladies are from a couple of them!

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  6. Hi , I loved reading your post. Our town used to be a Fort, and it used to have running springs, which once in awhile we will get some water in them. Your books sound like great reads and I love the book covers, they are beautiful . Have a Blessed Thanksgiving.

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  7. I grew up in Louisville Ky and a small town in Kentucky called Calhoun. Our house in Louisville had a long driveway that was a great place to go sledding. In Calhoun, there was a hill that everyone went sledding. There were also hills out in the county that were good for sledding.

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  8. In the hometown of my youth, at the end of the business district on Main St, there’s a former hotel, now a restaurant, which Edgar Allan Poe frequented. They even have a raven encased in tribute to him.

    denise

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  9. Your talk of the sledding hill – Broadway – brought back good memories of two sledding hills “back home.” The big town where I was born and spent through 7th there has a hill near the fire station that goes steeply down to the river. It had only bushes along the river bank when I sled there, but have now run a fence along the river at the bottom. It has been the neighborhood and town sledding hill since probably the 1800’s at least. My dad went sledding there when he was a boy. When we moved to a farm house outside a nearby small town, we had an even better sledding hill in the pasture behind our house. It was steep and had two bumps at the bottom that could send you airborne if you hit them just right and fast enough. Sadly, the land behind our farm house was purchased, planted in pine trees, and eventually turned into a subdivision. The one in town is still being enjoyed by children of all ages today.
    Thanks so much for bringing back memories I hadn’t thought of for a long time.

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  10. I have lived all over, big towns and small towns and huge cities. One of my favorites was Lemmon, SD. The high school class had 22 graduating seniors in 2005. I don’t think it’s grown any! We parked our 5th wheel on a corner lot we bought, 2 blocks from Main Street. I could walk all over town, and did. We’d walk to the Chinese restaurant (because of course there was one in the town of 1200 people!) two blocks down once a week for dinner out. Yummy, miss that. The town had everything we needed, but was too cold for us most of the year. Otherwise, I could have settled there and been happy. There were quilt fabrics at the Ben Franklin, and a quilt store 25 miles away in ND. It was owned by my doctor! Love small towns!

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