When Did a Girl Become a Woman in the Old West?

Hello Reader Friends!

I’m BEYOND excited to be back with my Petticoats and Pistols family again today!

As I was writing my most recent book, Mail-Order Lady, I stumbled down a historical rabbit hole that I thought you might find interesting:

If you were a nineteen-year-old woman in 1870, were you an adult—or did you still have to mind your mama?

As it turns out, the answer depended a whole lot on where you lived!

In Mail-Order Lady, the heroine, Clara McKinney, is nineteen years old and originally from South Carolina. But during the story, she’s living in the Montana Territory.

And that distinction matters more than I realized.

You’re an Adult…But He’s Not?

In 1870, there was no standard age of majority throughout the United States. Each state and territory had its own rules.

And Montana Territory had a particularly interesting one.

According to a federal government report from the period, women in Montana reached their legal majority at eighteen, while men didn’t reach theirs until twenty-one! Even more surprising, Montana law allowed a man to marry at eighteen, while the report listed no fixed marriage age for women.

So at nineteen, Clara was already legally an adult in Montana.

Her mother could travel all the way from South Carolina and insist Clara come home for an arranged marriage. But legally? Mama was no longer in charge.

 

 

But What If Clara Went Home to South Carolina?

Here’s where things get even more interesting.

South Carolina set the age of majority at twenty-one for both men and women. So back home, nineteen-year-old Clara would still have been considered a minor.

South Carolina’s marriage laws were unusual in another way, though. The state didn’t yet have the marriage-license system we’re familiar with today, and parental consent wasn’t required in the same way it was in some other places.

So Clara’s mother couldn’t simply order her to marry a particular man. But at nineteen, Clara would still be a minor in South Carolina—and family expectations, financial dependence, and social pressure could give Mama plenty of influence over her future.

In Montana, though? At nineteen, Clara was legally grown.

What If Clara Had Been in England?

The difference becomes even more fun when we compare Clara’s situation to the English Balfour family she’s marrying into.

In England, the age of majority was still twenty-one. And marriage laws gave parents considerably more authority over the marriages of young people under that age.

Under the Marriage Act of 1823, parental or guardian consent was an important part of marriages involving someone under twenty-one, with different procedures depending on whether the marriage was by license or banns.

So imagine being nineteen in 1870.

In England, you’re still a minor, and your parents can have a very real say in your marriage.

Travel thousands of miles west to Montana Territory and—if you’re a woman—you’re an adult at eighteen.

Meanwhile, the nineteen-year-old fellow standing beside you still has two years to go!

Apparently, the frontier wasn’t only a place where people could build new lives. In some cases, it could actually change their legal status.

 

 

Which Brings Me Back to Clara…

All of this became especially fascinating while I was writing Mail-Order Lady.

Clara’s family has very definite ideas about her future—including the man they expect her to marry. When her mother arrives in Montana determined to take her back to South Carolina, Clara has some difficult decisions to make.

Fortunately, there’s also Robert Balfour.

Robert is the scholarly Balfour brother, much more comfortable with books than courting women. But he’s been secretly in love with Clara for months now…ever since his brother married her sister. When circumstances push Clara and Robert toward a marriage of convenience, suddenly the question of who gets to decide Clara’s future becomes very important indeed.

And thankfully, the laws of Montana Territory were firmly on nineteen-year-old Clara’s side.

It’s one of my favorite parts of writing historical romance: I’ll start researching one tiny detail for a scene and discover something I never expected.

I pray you love Mail-Order Lady! And don’t forget to grab the rest of the books in the series if you haven’t read them already. (You can read them free in Kindle Unlimited.)

 

Now I’m curious about you!

If you were nineteen-year-old Clara in 1870 and your mother arrived in Montana determined to take you home to marry the man she’d chosen for you, what would you do?  Would you go home to keep the peace—or would you remind Mama that in Montana Territory, you’re a grown woman now? ? Answer in the comments for a chance to win a signed copy of Mail-Order Viscountess (which is book 3, the book right before this one)!

 

Thank you so much,

Misty M. Beller

Where’s Felicia Winner

Thanks to everyone who stopped by to play the game and learn a bit more about Nebraska…the home of Mary Connealy.   

The randomly-selected winner of the $10 Amazon gift card  is………..

CATHERINE!!!

Catherine, I will send you your prize, a $10 Amazon gift ecard.

An Idea that Stuck – History of the Band-Aid

 

Two recent circumstances have prompted this blog.

First, I went down the rabbit hole when I was doing research on medical practices during the Civil War for the Petticoats and Patriots series. Kate Brodie, the heroine in Her Rebel Heart, was a Confederate nurse trained by her late father, a doctor.  The Confederacy was woefully unprepared for the resulting casualties of the war, and three years later in 1864 when the story was set, bandages were petticoats, feedbags, and any type of fabric that would cover a wound.

The second is because of my grandson. He loves band aids for every little scrape on his body. His choice, of course, isn’t the utilitarian band aid, but ones depicting Superman, dinosaurs, or Paw Patrol, or Lightning McQueen. He wears them like a badge of honor, pointing them out to everyone he meets.

Now back to the blog…,From cut-away bandages to pre-packaged and sterilized, discover how Band-Aids became a household necessity. It’s not as long ago as you might think!

Of course, there have always been cuts and scrapes, but there haven’t always been adhesive bandages. This fact was painfully clear to a young housewife named Josephine Dickson.

Back in 1920, this newlywed was living in New Brunswick, New Jersey, with her husband Earle, and though married life agreed with her, housekeeping did not. Not that she didn’t try. When Earle came home from his job as a cotton buyer at Johnson & Johnson, Josephine would always have dinner on the table. Unfortunately, she’d also have several cuts or burns on her fingers. Without an adhesive bandage, Josephine had no easy way of bandaging her own cuts. Earle had to cut pieces of adhesive tape and cotton gauze and make a bandage for each wound. This happened day after day-and, day after day Josephine needed more bandages. They were in a real bind.

Finally, after several weeks of kitchen accidents, Earle hit upon an idea. (Luckily for Johnson & Johnson, his idea was not to go out and hire a cook.) No, Earle sat down and prepared some ready-made bandages by placing squares of cotton gauze at intervals along an adhesive strip and covering them with crinoline. Now all Josephine had to do was cut off a length of the strip and wrap it over her cut. In a way, it was a mother who was responsible for the invention of the band aid.

At the time, Johnson & Johnson made both surgical adhesive tape and gauze intended for covering cuts–Dickson’s innovation was to put those two things together. Recognizing the invention’s potential, Dickson shared his design with his employer, Johnson & Johnson. The company introduced Band-Aid Brand Adhesive Bandages commercially in 1921, creating a completely new category of ready-to-use wound dressings.

Initially, however, the product was not an immediate success

Before the invention of the Band-Aid, treating even a minor cut required separate sterile gauze and adhesive tape, making self-care inconvenient. Earlier advances in wound care, particularly Joseph Lister’s antiseptic principles in the 19th century, had emphasized the importance of sterile dressings in preventing infection. However, there was still no simple, ready-to-use solution for everyday injuries. Earle Dickson’s invention combined sterile gauze and adhesive tape into a single dressing, making wound care quicker, easier, and more accessible for home use.

The first Band-Aids were handmade, measuring approximately 18 inches long and requiring users to cut them into suitable sizes. Because consumers were unfamiliar with the concept of an all-in-one adhesive dressing, early sales remained modest.

A major turning point came in 1924, when Johnson & Johnson introduced pre-cut Band-Aids. Machine-made, pre-cut Band-Aid adhesive bandages replaced the earlier cut-to-size versions, offering a standard size of 3 inches by ¾ inch for immediate use. The packaging also featured a small red pull string, allowing consumers to open it quickly and conveniently.

The new design eliminated the need for scissors and made the product much easier to use.

Innovation continued over the following decades. Individually sterilized Band-Aids became available in 1939, improving hygiene and consumer confidence. These refinements helped establish Band-Aid as an indispensable item in home medicine cabinets.

The outbreak of World War II further accelerated the popularity of Band-Aid adhesive bandages.

Millions of Band-Aids were supplied to military personnel serving overseas. Soldiers became accustomed to using the convenient dressings for minor injuries and many continued relying on them after returning home. Wartime distribution significantly expanded public awareness and cemented Band-Aid’s place in first-aid kits around the world.

Rather than remaining unchanged, Band-Aid continued to evolve with advances in wound care. Over the years, the brand introduced waterproof bandages, flexible fabric designs, stronger adhesives, specialized bandages for fingers and knuckles, and products designed for sensitive skin. Its history still came with a few big milestones including the introduction of machine-made band-aids in 1924, the sale of sterilized band-aids in 1939, and the replacement of regular tape with vinyl tape in 1958, all of which were marketed as the latest in at-home medical care.

 

The long-time slogan of Band-Aid, especially since it began marketing to children and parents in the mid-1950s, is “I am stuck on Band-Aid brand ’cause Band-Aids stuck on me!” and indicates a family-friendly value that Johnson & Johnson is known for. (Admit it…Can’t you just hear that jingle in your head!!)In 1951, Band-Aids introduced the first decorative band-aids which featured the cartoon character Mickey Mouse in the hope they’d appeal to children. These ongoing innovations have allowed the brand to remain relevant for more than a century.

Not every medical breakthrough starts with years of research. Sometimes, it begins with a simple act of care. Earle Dickson wasn’t trying to change the world, he was just looking for an easier way to help his wife treat her frequent kitchen injuries. His solution went on to change first aid for generations.

More than 100 years after its invention, the Band-Aid remains one of the most recognizable examples of how practical design, continuous innovation, and compassionate problem-solving can improve everyday healthcare for millions of people.

 

 

 

 

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North and South. Yankee and Rebel. Union and Confederate.
In the midst of the Civil War, can two hearts come together?
When the tide of war sweeps south and the Union Army invades and destroys the Georgia cotton mill where Kate Brodie is a nurse, not only is her livelihood destroyed but she’s branded a traitor and shipped northward with the other workers. Only the unlikely attention of a Yankee major makes the trip tolerable.

Union major, Griffin Fletcher loathes the part of his job that requires him to destroy homes, towns, and livelihoods of innocent civilians. But he’s sworn to uphold the Union at all costs. Yet, he vows to protect these women he’s been ordered to transport to Marietta. Especially the one whose fiery determination, proud stance, and soft heart draws him closer.

Determined to remain in the South, Kate makes a daring leap of faith to nurse wounded Yankee soldiers, never expecting Major Fletcher to be one of her patients. Along with his healing, they each faced the fears and prejudices that had brought them together.
With survival so tenuous, can faith help them find love in the midst of so much tragedy?

*******GIVEAWAY*******

To win an e-book copy of Her Rebel Heart, share a memory of a childhood incident when you needed a band-aid, or two!

Misty Beller Returns to Visit!

Oh Boy! Misty Beller will return to visit us on Friday, October 2, 2026!

She presents an interesting question concerning the law and age in various states. Did you know there was no national law regarding age in the 1800s? Crazy. This came up in her new book Mail Order Lady. Have your questions ready for her.

She’s giving away a copy of Book 3 in the Lords of the Rockies series –Mail Order Viscountess – to one commenter so leave a comment on Friday.

The Fillies hope you take a break from fall activities and help us welcome her.

 

Where is Felicia Filly?

Felicia Filly and Jasper, checking in while we travel to visit another filly!

Today we’ve wandered into a state that has more cows than people…not even close. 3 cows for every one person. The people and the cows like it this way.

We’re in a big ol’ state that has the strange fact of rising steadily east to west with no mountains to explain that. It begins on the east at just over 1000 feet above sea level and ends on the west at the highest spot, 5,429 feet above sea level. And yet, no mountains. The world used it for the Oregon Trail like the world’s biggest handicapped ramp. There is a sculpture garden in the largest city to celebrate those long-ago travelers.

And we  have the coolest birds…just passing through…kinda like Jasper and me. Every spring and fall as many as one million of these cranes (their name is kinda a giveaway so I’m just calling them cranes) on their way from their summer feeding grounds in the north to their warm weather winter hunting grounds in the south. Friendly critters that are over four feet tall.

 

And one last clue…and I,  Felicia, am a wise woman and I’m standing well back on this one…buffalo roam (in really well fenced pastures!) We used to have as many as 125 million buffalo roaming far and wide here. at one point as few as 600. Now this state has ranches full of them and have a buffalo population around half a million.

 

Guess the Filly

Have you figured out who I’m visitin’ yet? Drop her name in the comments.

The mystery Filly will pick a winner and send that person a $10 Amazon gift card.

Where’s Felecia Winner

Thanks to everyone who stopped by to play the game and learn a bit more about me in the process 🙂  The randomly-selected winner of the $10 Amazon gift card  is

Ann Stewart

Congratulations Ann! Contact me via Facebook or email me at winnie(at)winniegriggs(dot)com and we’ll work out the details.

 

Where is Felicia Filly?

Howdy, y’all! Felicia Filly here, back from another visit with one of our Petticoats & Pistols Fillies. I’ve got a few clues for you, so see if you can figure out who welcomed me into her home.

I’d barely stepped through the door before she offered me a cup of her favorite beverage – tea. She served it in a Texas mug, saying she wanted me to feel right at home. That longhorn staring out from the side made me grin.

 

 

Seems she has a fondness for Texas. Turns out she lives just a hop, skip, and a jump from the Texas line, so I reckon we’re practically neighbors.

Then I spotted a bookcase with some of her teapots. Friends, she has quite a collection! I was admiring the butterflies and frogs when a cow-shaped pot caught my eye. I asked if it poured tea or just kept the rest of the herd in line. My hostess laughed, and said that one was a nod to her hubby who happens to be a cattle rancher.

On my way past the china cabinet, I noticed a dragonfly on a cup. Then I saw another, and another. Turns out these are only a few of the dragonflies she’s collected over the years. They’re scattered all over her house and I reckon I could spend a whole afternoon looking for the rest.

One piece on the wall stopped me in my tracks. It’s a beautiful cross-stitch her baby sister made for her after her very first book was published. She’s kept it all these years in a place of honor on her dining room wall, and I could tell by the way she spoke of it that it means a great deal to her.

Now, I know it isn’t Christmas yet, but I got a peek inside a closet packed with decorations. My hostess says she has enough to decorate half a dozen trees, so she rotates what she puts out each year. I asked if she had a map to find her way through all those boxes. She said there are teacup ornaments in there somewhere, along with some for book lovers (if you look really close you might spot one of them). I wished her luck finding specific ones come December.

Before I left, I asked her to show me one of her books. She picked an early favorite and pointed out the little Yorkie on the cover. His name is Poppy, and from what she tells me, that pup manages to steal the show a time or two. I do have a soft spot for a scene-stealing critter.

So, have you guessed which Filly I’ve been visiting? Leave her name in the comments for a chance to win. And if you’re certain you know, don’t give away which clue tipped you off. Let’s leave a little mystery for the next reader!

Cowgirls in the Kitchen with Nan Reinhardt

 

I was thinking about recipe what I wanted to share with y’all and immediately, my mom came to mind. She was a fabulous cook–not fancy, but always wholesome comfort food. Her mac and cheese was to die for and so was her chocolate wacky cake. So many memories of her are about food and meals together, either in the little house I grew up in or around a campfire in Michigan, where we went camping nearly every weekend all summer long when I was a kid.

One my favorite of her dishes was her pork and beans. I have such fond memories of Mom’s pork and beans, made with a pork roast and beans you’d soaked overnight, then mixed with catsup and mustard, Worcestershire sauce, brown sugar, and spices. She’d plop that roast down in a Dutch oven, fat side up, pour the bean mixture over it, cover the pan, and bake it low and slow. The scent filled the house. She served it with corn bread—not sweet corn muffins, real corn bread. Man, that was good.

My sister PJ and I talk about Mom’s pork and beans often, and we’ve both tried to copy it because we don’t have anything written down from her. The recipe was in her head and she just tossed it together. As kids, we didn’t pay attention to how she did it and when I called her for the recipe when I was new bride, her instructions were what you see in the paragraph above.  I think I’ve pretty much got it now, though, so here you go… see what you think.

Mom’s Pork and Beans

1 large package of dry great northern beans
1 pork shoulder roast–good sized with or without a bone
1 onion, chopped
1 bottle of catsup
1 Cup of canned beef broth
2 Tablespoons of yellow mustard (to taste)
2 Tablespoons of Worcestershire sauce (to taste)
1/2 Cup brown sugar (to taste)
Salt and pepper to taste, along with whatever spices you choose–I add Morton’s Nature Seasoning and a dash of thyme

Directions:

Preheat your oven to 275-300 degrees F

Soak the beans overnight, drain and sort to take out any stones or detritus. Set aside and in the bean pan cook the chopped onion in a little butter until translucent. Remove from the stove and add the beans and all other ingredients except the roast. Mix it all together well.

In a separate large Dutch Oven, place the pork shoulder roast. Now here’s a step that is entirely optional: Sear the roast on all sides in a little olive oil. Mom never did, but I’ve done it both ways and it’s tasty seared or not. Your call.

Either way, with the roast in the Dutch oven, pour the bean mixture over the top of of it, covering the roast. Bake it low and slow for about 6-to-8 hours or until tender (roughly 1.5 hours per pound), or until the internal temperature reaches 200°F (93°C) and the meat shreds easily with a fork. Your bean mixture will thicken as it cooks, but check it now and again and if they appear to be drying out too much, add a little water or extra beef broth and stir to mix it in.

Enjoy! And if you think of it, give Mom a little nod up there in heaven. She’ll appreciate it and be really glad you’re enjoying her pork and beans!

P.S.: Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of this dish–we’re too busy eating to think of photographing it. But if you make it, take a picture and show me, and I promise, next time I make it, I’ll take one and post it to my social.

 

Paulette Marshall Has a Winner!

Did you enjoy Paulette? Man! I think my mules and I sure need to go to some national parks.

Ready for the Drawing?

One commenter will win an ebook version of Grace: Crater Lake Bride! Yee-Haw!

And the Winner is………..

DENISE

Woo-Hoo! We’re so happy for you, Denise. Now watch for Miss Paulette’s email.

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