Corn Shucking Bees

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Picture mounds of couch chest high, thousands and thousands of ears. It’s been a good harvest, but if you don’t get the silk removed and the corn chucked quickly, it will rot. 

Corn shucking bees, though sometimes called by other names, were not exclusive to Americans. In fact, the practice started with Native American tribes. Later, their ways were adopted by European settlers as a way to turn tedious but necessary labor into a social event. 

In exchange for many hands making light work, there was a community event with stories, songs, and after the job was complete, a large feast. 

And…if you were husking corn, and happened to find a red ear, a kiss. 

 

 

Why a kiss? Originally, the Iroquois tradition that said the discovery of a red ear meant that one had a brave admirer. Settlers changed that tradition to say one finding a red ear (even if some enterprising individuals “found” one) means a kiss was owed.  

The “bee” wasn’t named after the insect that flies and makes honey. It evolved from the Middle English word bene, which meant a prayer or favor for someone, and the archaic term biden, which meant an invitation.

But what might you expect at one of these bees?

In the late fall or early winter, the corn shucking bee would usually be inside of a large, cleared barn or a large open area outside. Piles of unhusked corn, often mixed with colorful multi-hued Indian corn (which was where that red ear might come from!) were dumped on the ground. The workers would sit around the piles of corn and used tools like wooden husking pegs to tear off the leaves quickly. 

 

 

The workers would tell stories, sing, and even have little competitions between themselves to see who could do the most husking, and also make the chore less difficult. After all, there were thousands and thousands of ears of corn needing to be husked. While individual competitions were common, so were team competitions. 

During a team competition, the host farmer would divide his pile of corn exactly in half, using a log or a long rail. Those who came to help were split into two teams. They’d race to see who could get their half completed first. For a prize, it was usually that team got to fill their plates at dinner first or kept bragging rights. 

Once the work was finished, the event turned into a social celebration called a “frolic,” which was the communal dinner, music, and dancing. Sometimes these events would get quite rowdy. Depending on the group, one could expect the dancing and music to last well until morning, between fights or young couples slipping away together for romantic moments. 

Still, these events served a dual purpose at the time. They helped the labor to get done and provided entertainment. As fun as this tradition sounds, you might wonder if it still exists. It does! In many Amish communities, there are still corn husking parties, and there is still the search for the red ear of corn to claim a kiss. 

Let’s talk fall traditions, and you also might have a chance to win an ebook. 

 

 

The plan? Pretend he’s her betrothed and try not to fall in love.

Sheriff Asher Steele doesn’t plan to settle down. Not ever. In fact, he avoids the ladies all together. And he doesn’t plan to explain why that is. No one’s been able to break through the walls of his emotions and that’s just the way he likes it.

But when Isabelle Bowman comes to town with a secret of her own, and a heap of trouble following her, he might be the only one who can help her. What he’s not counting on is falling in love along the way and considering opening the walls of his heart to protect her.

Running from her half-brother, who desires nothing more than to kill Isabelle Bowman and take her inheritance, she’s desperate for a place to hide. Uninterested in marriage, she thinks the sheriff’s idea is preposterous. But she’s left with no option. With no funds, a sheriff who thinks she’s a troublemaker or a liar, and his plan that will never work, she’s sure things are not going to end well.

But could they both be wrong about what the future holds?

Do you also have a fall tradition that you do or grew up doing? Comment below, and you might win a prize. I’m giving away one copy of Asher’s Secret in ebook or audiobook! 

Tina Radcliffe Comes to Visit!

Hey, everyone, we’ve got Tina Radcliffe coming to visit on Friday, October 23, 2026 and that’s a big Yee-haw!

We’re going to the dogs on here this week to help celebrate her new book – A K-9 Christmas Blessing. Now, I know a lot of you have dogs so this would be a good time to come over and chat.

She’s toting a bunch of giveaways and I’m not fooling. One commenter will win a copy of A K-9 Christmas Blessing plus a tote. Two others will win a copy of the book.

So come Friday get the lead out of your britches as my mama used to say and hightail it over.

We’ll be expecting you so don’t you dare disappoint us.

National Cookbook Month

October is National Cookbook Month.

Yum!

That sounds like a delicious thing to celebrate!

I love cookbooks, and have collected them for years.

The oldest cookbook I have is from the 1880s and belonged to my great-great grandmother. The batter-splattered pages make me wish I could have spent an afternoon sharing a cup of tea and talking about favorite recipes.

I have a cookbook that belonged to a great-aunt in the 1930s, again with those special recipes that were clearly turned to again and again.

One of the cookbooks I have takes me back to our kitchen on the farm during my childhood.

When I was just learning how to cook, Mom taught me from the 1965 Betty Crocker’s New Boys and Girls Cookbook. The back cover was missing and the pages were well used. I think the cookbook had been passed down to my sister from one of our cousins, but I loved that cookbook. I couldn’t have been more than seven or eight when Mom started teaching me how to cook and we often turned to that worn cookbook for ideas. I loved looking through it. The pages were spiral-bound, which made it easy to leave it open on the counter, or prop upright when we were mixing so it wouldn’t get splattered.

One thing that was fun about the cookbook was at the front, it introduced a group of youngsters who were “test helpers”. It was neat to see their comments and the drawings of their likenesses throughout the book.  There was a section about “What Every Junior Cook Should Know” that offered cooking terms, kitchen safety, equipment information, how to measure properly, and even a guideline to good manners. There were sections for beverages, breads and sandwiches, salads and vegetables, meats and main dishes, cookies and desserts, candies and snacks, special occasions, and summer fun.

After my mom passed away,  I couldn’t find the cookbook among her things, and it added to my sense of loss. It wasn’t so much the cookbook, but the fact that it had been included in so many good memories I had of my mom, working side by side with her in the kitchen. One day, I decided  to see if I could somehow locate a used copy of the cookbook. After doing a little searching and digging, I finally found one on eBay. It was in like-new condition. Other than a name written inside the cover, it could have been brand-new. And when it arrived, I cried. It was like I was twelve all over again, sitting with Mom at the kitchen counter, looking through the colorful pages and deciding what I wanted to make next.

I also have two Betty Crocker cookbooks that are pretty special to me. The one on the left was my grandma’s cookbook. She wrote notes in the margins, and there are little newspaper clippings with recipes tucked among the pages. It also had Dad’s favorite peanut butter cookie recipe in it that I tried a dozen times to recreate unsuccessfully until I cracked open the old cookbook and food it there. The cookbook on the right belonged to my mom. When she got it out, it always meant company was coming because she’d make something a little fancier than our normal farm food required. I remember Mom making Baked Alaska from a recipe she found in the cookbook and thought it was the most amazing thing – to put ice cream in the oven!

My husband’s grandmother was also a cookbook collector. She gave me boxes and boxes of them several years ago and each one of them makes me smile when I look through them, thinking of the love we shared not only of recipes, but also Captain Cavedweller.

One of our sweet neighbor ladies gave me a Better Homes and Gardens cookbook for our wedding. Like my ancestors, there are pages dotted with splatters that mark favorite recipes.

Cookbooks somehow make me feel closer to the women in my family. Those who spent so much time in the kitchen, sharing love through the food they created.

I suppose that is part of why I still love collecting recipes, and sharing them.

Here is one of my favorite fall recipes. It’s not hard to make, and these bite-sized treats are packed with perfect pumpkin flavor.

Pumpkin Pie Bites

Crust:

1./2 cup butter

3-4 ounce of cream cheese (3 oz. if you have a small pack or cut a large pack in half)

1 cup flour

Soften butter and cream cheese, blend together with flour until a soft dough forms. It will be sticky. Cover and chill for one hour or overnight.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Using a greased mini-muffin tin, roll dough into walnut-sized balls and drop one in the tin. Use a tart tamper (or the back of spoon – or a shot glass if you have one) to smoosh the dough into the bottum and up the sides of the muffin cup.

Fill with pumpkin filling and bake for about 15-20 minutes until pumpkin is set and dough is starting to brown. Remove from oven, let cool, devour.

Pumpkin Filling:

1/2 cup sugar

1/2 tsp. salt

1/2 tsp. pumpkin pie spice

1/2 tsp. cinnamon

1 egg

3/4 cup pumpkin

1/2 cup evaporated milk

Beat egg, blend in pumpkin and milk then stir in dry ingredients. Mix well. Pour into crust-lined muffin cups and bake.

Garnish with whipped cream and a dusting of cinnamon.

I also have A Cowboy Christmas available. The front half of the book includes interviews with western families, holiday decorating tips, and crafty ideas, but the back half of the book is full of recipes. Some are mine. Some are from the families I interviewed. All of them were made with love for the book!

For a chance to win an autographed copy of the book,

just post about your favorite cookbook or recipe,

or a sweet memory from the kitchen. 

Linda Has a Winner!

Huge thanks to everyone who came by yesterday. We owe our moms, grandmothers, and others so much.

I wish I had enough to give every commenter a book. This is the worst part of doing a giveaway.

I put all the names in a hat and…………

SONDRA WEAVER

Popped out. Congratulations, Sondra! I’ll email you shortly.

 

Amanda Burks: Cattle Queen of Cotula

Texas cattlewomen were some of the grittiest and toughest to ever ride a horse and none more so than Estelle Amanda Nite Burks, born in 1841. She swam her horse across swollen streams, experienced prairie fires, witnessed numerous storms, and stampeding cattle. She held her own when trouble came.

Amanda married William Franklin Burks October 14, 1858 when she was seventeen and he was nineteen. They fell in love at first sight and remained that way up to the grave.

The newlyweds made their first home on Shawnee Prairie in Nueces County where they ranched and raised horses. They had a son who only lived nine months and a daughter who lived four years. The Civil War broke out and he served as a member of the Texas Calvary. While he was away, Amanda ran things and the ranch flourished. (This picture of her in later years was obtained on Find A Grave.)

At war’s end, William moved the family to a ranch in Banquete, Texas where he raised cows and horses. Again, he was gone a lot driving his beeves to market and Amanda ran the ranch. She accompanied him on one of the drives and encountered bad river crossings, wildfires, outlaws, and rustlers.

Always in search of prime land, they moved again, this time to La Salle County where they established the La Motta Ranch.

Six weeks after they arrived, William took ill and died of tuberculosis at the age of 37. She rode eight miles to get a neighbor to help bury him.

Widowed and alone, she dealt with a gang of Mexican banditos where were murdering and plundering the area and managed to save the ranch.

Amanda turned to raising sheep and expanded her ranch to 33,000 acres. It was the largest in La Salle County.

A neighbor and good friend of hers was the novelist J. Frank Dobie. He began incorporating some of her life into his stories. Once when she read what he’d written, she got mad that he’d taken liberty with the account of events and told him that if he didn’t change it back to the truth she would never tell him anything else.

So you guessed it—he changed it back.

Then Emerson Hough immortalized Amanda in his 1923 novel called “North of 36” and it didn’t take long for Hollywood to come calling. They made a movie of the book, part of which was filmed on the La Motta Ranch.

But through it all, Amanda never stopped mourning the death of William. Until the day she died, she only wore black and white with sometimes a sprig of lavender. Even after she lost her eyesight and had to be dressed, she always asked about the color of her dress. (This picture also came from Find A Grave.)

She recognized the importance of education and, as a tribute, Cotulla’s two-story brick school was renamed the Amanda Burks School shortly before her death.

During the last years of her life, she was basically bedridden after breaking a hip. Even so, she continued to run the ranch and make all the decisions. The La Motta thrived and surpassed every expectation due to her astute management and sharp mind.

On September 15, 1931 at the age of ninety, Estelle Amanda Nite Burks rejoined William and her two babies. She lived 54 years longer than her beloved husband.

In the book, Texas Women on the Cattle Trails by Sara R. Massey, an admirer says: “In her there was tenderness with strength; refinement with courage; contempt for a coward, but pity for the weak; intolerance for the indolent, but charity for the poor. She dared, but with charming modesty that disarmed her foes. She was truly a gentle-woman.”

I wish I could’ve known her. Women with this kind of toughness and immense strength are pretty rare.

Who is the toughest woman you know? Or maybe read about. Mine was my mother. I’m giving away another copy of my new Christmas book BRIGHT IS THE LIGHT to one commenter so leave a message.

When a blinding snowstorm drives former soldier Calder Jackson to the doorstep of the Walsh family, he expects only a warm room for Christmas. Instead, he finds a home filled with quiet faith, unexpected friendship, and a beautiful young woman who slowly captures his heart.

As Calder helps a young boy build a Christmas lantern meant to guide blessings home, he discovers that the greatest miracle isn’t found beneath the tree—it’s the family you choose and the love you never see coming.

A heartwarming holiday romance filled with hope, second chances, and the magic of Christmas.

CHERYL’S WINNERS!

 

 

Hi everyone! Thanks so much for stopping by today to read about Carnton and the McGavocks’ contribution to the Civil War. That place has such rich history and is truly so, so interesting!

I picked two winners tonight in my drawing. They are….

DENISE and ELISSA!

Ladies, if you will email me at fabkat_edit@yahoo.com and put WINNER in the subject line, I will see that you get your choice of any one of my books in digital format! Be sure you include the email you want your book sent to, and congratulations!

Thanks again to everyone who stopped by and participated today! I always enjoy talking with you all and appreciate your love for our group and our writing. See you next time!

 

THE WIDOW OF THE SOUTH (AND A GIVEAWAY!) by Cheryl Pierson

Hi Everyone, this is an “oldie but a goodie” about a place that I still think about, years after seeing it for myself. I posted it several years ago, but it’s worth reading and learning about, and if you’re like me, you might not remember it even if you did read it all those years ago! This was one of the most fascinating places I have ever visited, and I wanted to share it again with you. I hope you enjoy!

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I read a book, and I knew I had to go see this place for myself… It all started when I read THE WIDOW OF THE SOUTH by Robert Hicks, a novel he wrote about a woman who made the dead soldiers of the War Between the States her life’s work. By the time I finished reading that book, I knew I had to go visit this place, Carnton, where she had lived and devoted her life to the dead.

Carnton is the name of the plantation just outside of Franklin, TN, where Carrie Winder McGavock and her husband John made their home with their two children, Hattie and Winder. There is so much history that comes before the fateful Battle of Franklin that changed Carrie’s life forever that there is no room to include it in this post.

So I will start with a brief nutshell of the circumstances. At the time of the Battle of Franklin, November 30, 1864, Carrie’s children were nine (Hattie) and seven (Winder). Carrie herself was thirty-five, her husband, John McGavock, fourteen years her senior at forty-nine.  They had been married several years, Carrie coming from Louisiana to marry John, who was quite a wealthy man for the times, worth over six million dollars in our present day currency. He owned the flourishing plantation, Carnton,  in middle Tennessee, where he and his brother James had been raised,. The McGavocks raised wheat, hay, corn, and potatoes, as well as maintaining a thoroughbred horse ranch.

Carnton, (Scottish for “the place of stones”) was less than one mile from the battle that took place on the far Union Eastern flank. Most of the battle took place after dark, from 5-9p.m., so the McGavocks could see the firefight that went on over the town of Franklin that evening. Because their plantation was so close, it became a field hospital for the Confederate troops.

More than 1,750 Confederates lost their lives at Franklin. It was on Carnton’s back porch that four Confederate generals’ bodies—Patrick Cleburne, John Adams, Otho F. Strahl and Hiram B. Granbury—were laid out for a few hours after the Battle of Franklin.

More than 6,000 soldiers were wounded and another 1,000 were missing. After the battle, many Franklin-area homes were converted into temporary field hospitals,  but Carnton by far was the largest hospital site. Hundreds of Confederate wounded and dying were tended by Carrie McGavock and the family after the battle. Some estimates say that as many as 300 Confederate soldiers were cared for by the McGavocks inside Carnton alone. Hundreds more were moved to the slave quarters, the outbuildings, even the smokehouse—and when the buildings were full, the  wounded had to lie outside during the frigid nights, when the temperature reached below zero.

After the battle, at 1 a.m. on December 1, Union forces under Maj. Gen. John M. Schofield, evacuated toward Nashville, leaving all the dead, including (several hundred) Union soldiers, and the wounded who were unable to walk, as well. So when morning came, the 750 or so residents of Franklin faced an unimaginable scene of what to do with over 2,500 dead soldiers, most of those being 1,750 Confederates.

According to George Cowan’s “History of McGavock Confederate Cemetery,” “All of the Confederate dead were buried as nearly as possible by states, close to where they fell, and wooden headboards were placed at each grave with the name, company and regiment painted or written on them.”  Many of the soldiers were originally buried on property belonging to Fountain Branch Carter and James McNutt. Many of the Union soldiers were re-interred in 1865 at the Stones River National Cemetery in Murfreesboro.

Over the next eighteen months (from all of 1865 through the first half of 1866) many of the markers were either rotting or used for firewood, and the writing on the boards was disappearing. Thus, to preserve the graves, John and Carrie McGavock donated 2 acres of their property to be designated as an area for the Confederate dead to be re-interred. The citizens of Franklin raised the funding and the soldiers were exhumed and re-interred in the McGavock Confederate Cemetery for the sum of $5.00 per soldier.

A team of individuals led by George Cuppett took responsibility for the reburial operation in the spring of 1866. By June, some ten weeks after the start, the last Confederate soldier was laid to rest at McGavock Cemetery. Some 1,481 Rebel soldiers would now be at peace. Soldiers from every Southern state in the Confederacy, except Virginia, is represented in the cemetery.

Sadly, George Cuppett’s brother, Marcellus, died during the process of the reburials. Just 25 years old, he is buried at the head of the Texas section in the McGavock Cemetery. He is the only civilian interred there.

The McGavocks, especially Carrie, took great care to preserve the identity of the Confederate soldiers. The original names and identities of the soldiers were recorded in a cemetery record book by George Cuppett, and the book fell into the watchful hands of Carrie after the battle. The original book is on display upstairs in Carnton. Time has not been favorable to the identities of the Confederate soldiers though. 780 Confederate soldiers’ identities are positively identified, leaving some 558 as officially listed as unknown.

Most of the above was taken from the Wikipedia article about Carnton and the McGavocks.  Now you know the FACTS, but let me tell you about my impression of this remarkable woman and the cause she put above all else.

Robert Hicks’s book, THE WIDOW OF THE SOUTH, is a fictionalized story about Carrie and John McGavock and their lives, but that was what made me want to travel to Franklin and see the house for myself. I put the description that Wikipedia gave near the beginning because I can’t begin to do it justice. It is one of the most gorgeous, meticulously restored homes of that period you will ever see. They do not allow pictures AT ALL as you’re touring inside. Many of the pieces of furniture, glassware and the pictures that are on the walls have been donated by the McGavock extended family and most everything in the house is a genuine period piece, whether it belonged to the family or not.

It is said that Winder’s room was used as an operating room. A table was set up by the east-facing window where the surgeries were performed. Today, there is a table there much like what would have been used, along with the crude medical implements that were available at the time. Our guide told us that when the doctor finished an amputation, he would throw the limb out the window, get the man off the table and make room for the next one. Because the doctor most likely wore a rubberized apron, the blood pooled in a kind of horseshoe shape on the floor where he would have stood. He walked in it and stood in it, grinding it into the wood. It is still there, to this very day—a testament to five of the bloodiest hours in the history of the Civil War.

Once, Hattie was asked about her most enduring childhood memory. “The smell of blood,” she replied.

In the book, there is mention made of Carrie’s friend, Mariah, who had once been her slave but chose to stay with her as they had been together since childhood. Mariah was said to have had the ability to look at some of the graves and tell something about the person who was buried there. She had “the sight.”

For the next forty years, after the Battle of Franklin, Carrie dressed in black, visiting the graves every day. She carried the book of names with her. I have to tell you, when I saw that book of names I got chills thinking of the devotion she had to this cause. Those men were not forgotten.

At one point, the house fell into disrepair, but was bought by a historical preservation society and maintained. The cemetery was the largest privately owned war cemetery in the US. Robert Hicks meticulously researched for the book he wrote, and the profits from the book (which made it to the NYT Bestseller List) helped to re-establish this grand old home as a piece of history where we can go to learn firsthand about what happened on that fateful day.

My husband and I toured the house, a gorgeous old mansion, with a wonderful guide  who was glad to answer any and all questions. Tours are around $15, and well worth it. The cemetery tour is $5, or you can just walk around and look for yourself, which is what my husband and I did. If you buy the book, I promise you will be as anxious to see this place for yourself as I was.

Walking those same floors that were walked upon by Carrie and her family, and the wounded men, the generals, the doctors…gave me feeling I will never forget. I could almost swear I felt her presence, still there, still watching over the soldiers she devoted her adult life to at Carnton…the “place of stones.”

(This is a picture of Carrie as a young woman.)

 

 

Have you ever read a book that made this kind of impression on you? A book that, just from reading about a place, made you want to go there and see it more than anything else? What was it? I’d love to hear about the places you’ve gone after you read about them and just KNEW you had to see them for yourself! Be sure to leave a comment–I’ll be giving some lucky winner their choice of any of my books or short stories! (Digital, USA only.) Thanks so much for joining me today!

Lynne Lanning Has Winners!

Thank you for coming to visit us, Miss Lynne! We sure did enjoy having you and hope you come back soon.

Now for the Drawing…….

Two commenters will win a copy of A Kindness For Christmas!

And the winners are………

JCP

RHONDA P.

Congratulations, ladies! We’re dancing a jig. Now watch for Miss Lynne’s email.

 

A Glimpse of Christmas…in the West

 

I know, I know, it’s too early to be talking about Christmas!

When I walk into a store before the end of September and see Christmas Tree displays and everything that glitters with it, I cringe. I like to take each holiday one at a time and give each one its fair celebration. Okay, maybe that’s just me…

But this time, I am guilty of rushing it, and I will explain why in a minute. First, I would like to take a look back in time to catch a glimpse of Christmas past.

During my research, I found that Christmas was celebrated in so many different ways across the country, depending on who lived in the area, and what they could find to celebrate with. The East was more settled and refined than the West, had more stores to buy ready made goods, and people lived closer together, allowing for bigger, elaborate celebrations. But out West, things were different.

Across the West, there was a mix of cultures, each bringing with them the different ways of celebrating from their homelands. And, depending on the area in which they lived, some would even use a branch or a bush instead of the traditional Christmas tree, because trees were scarce and would serve a much better purpose as a fence post or some other essential. They used what they had and made the best of it. Gifts were handmade: gloves, scarves, socks, small carved wooden toys, jars of coveted preserves, and many other thoughtful, heartfelt gifts.

But the most interesting thing I found in my research was the similarities.

  1. Everyone celebrated the true meaning of Christmas, attending a special church service on either Christmas Eve or Day, whenever possible.
  2. They all took a special interest in the well-being of everyone in the community, doing special things for their neighbors, especially those in need.
  3. Children were especially excited and usually hung a sock with hopes of finding a special treat Christmas morning.
  4. The main event was always gatherings with lots of food that had been prepared for days ahead of time.

Hmm, not so different from our Christmas celebrations today; a time of fun, food, and fellowship with our friends and families. Cowboys, far away from their families, spent the holiday with their adopted family of friends, new people in the community were shown kindness and acceptance, and people with no family nearby were taken into neighbors’ homes for the holiday festivities.

Now let’s check on our couples in love…

Oh my, such a sweet time going back and forth between the two families, and always searching for a moment alone. Weeks were spent trying to find or make the perfect gift for their sweetheart, and with so much romance in the air during this cheerful season, there were lots of proposals and weddings.

This brings me to the reason I am writing about Christmas so early. There was a New Release on October 13th that you won’t want to miss. 22 authors put together a Christmas anthology filled with Romance. I’m sure you will recognize some of the authors, and you may find a new favorite! Every story tells of Christmas miracles, traditions, and of course…romance.

 

22 Fabulous Short Romances, all in one beautiful book, for only $5.99! That’s only 27c per story! How can it get any better than that?!?!

https://www.amazon.com/Vintage-Christmas-Remember-Heartwarming-Historical-ebook/dp/B0HJP49VMG?tag=pettpist-20

And take a look at this flip book for info on every author in the anthology:

https://heyzine.com/flip-book/a9ced69f59.html

 

Now, who is interested in winning one of two e-copies of my personal favorite book, that just so happens to be about Christmas? Two winners of A Kindness for Christmas.

 

Answer any or all of the choices below:
Tell me some of the Christmas traditions in your family. What were some of your favorite traditions as a child? Do you make Christmas presents? When do you start getting prepared for Christmas?

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