Cheryl Pierson

A native Oklahoman, I've been influenced by the west all my life. I love to write short stories and novels in the historical western and western romance genres, as well as contemporary romantic suspense! Check my Amazon author page to see my work: http://www.amazon.com/author/cherylpierson

I live in Oklahoma City with my husband of 40 years. I love to hear from readers and other authors--you can contact me here: fabkat_edit@yahoo.com

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CHERYL’S WINNERS!

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Thanks so much to each and every single one of you who came by today and commented on my post about SAECULUM –it’s just such a fascinating topic, and I loved hearing what you all had to say about it.

I picked two winners–and they are…..

JOANNIE SICO  and JACKIE WISHERD!

If you ladies will email me at: fabkat_edit@yahoo.com with your contact information, I will be glad to send you your copy of NOELLE’S CHRISTMAS WISH. If you have already read that one, PLEASE LET ME KNOW when you e-mail me! We’ll figure something out!

 

HOW LONG WILL WE BE REMEMBERED?– AND A GIVEAWAY!–by CHERYL PIERSON

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I learned a new word thanks to a dear friend of mine, Sharon Cunningham. She posted on Facebook about the word, “saeculum”—which was one that I’d never heard of. I didn’t even know there was an actual word for this “event” or “circumstance.”

Saeculum means the period of time from when an event occurred until all people who had an actual memory of the event have died. The example she used was World War I. The saeculum for that war is over.

It can also be applied to people. (Something else I never thought about.) A person’s saeculum doesn’t end until all people who have a clear memory of knowing that person are gone. So even though a person has died, their saeculum will live for another two or three generations!

Isn’t this amazing? And comforting, somehow. Yes, eventually our saeculum will be over, but what amazes me, and comforts me at the same time, is knowing there is a word—an actual TERM—for the idea of this memory of an event or person.

When you think about it, knowing that someone has created a word to define this period of time is important, because it defines it and gives it meaning—not just some nebulous “I remember Mama” type idea that is passed down. It means, I DO REMEMBER MAMA. I remember how Mama used to sing, I remember how Mama used to cook, how her palm felt on my forehead in the night when she came to check on me. I remember “that” look when she was upset with me, and I remember how she cried when she learned her dad, my grandfather, had died.

 

Valentine’s Day 1965, Mom, my sister Karen, me, and my oldest sister, Annette
Nov. 1960–my sisters, Karen and Annette cutting up in the living room
Sept. 1966–my mom and dad together
 Dec. 1965–my mom wearing the hula skirt my sister Annette brought me from Hawaii for Christmas
April 1960–my grandmother (mom’s mother), a not-quite-3-year-old me, and my sister Annette
January 1960–Mom’s 38th birthday

I remember Mama the way I knew her. And when we talk to other members of the family who knew and remembered her, we learn many other facets about her personality and things about her as a person we would never have known otherwise. It’s this way with every person we know!

But let’s take it one step further: I remember family. My own, of course—two sisters, Mama and Daddy. But what about extended family? Sometimes we tend to just “move on” in our lives and not dwell on memories of long ago because somehow, they don’t seem important to us. But now that there is a word that defines us in relationship to those memories, doesn’t it seem a little more important that we remember those long-ago times? Soon, there will be no one to remember, and the saeculum for our entire family will be gone.

A group of my cousins at a family reunion

Oddly enough, I remember what I thought as a child at family get-togethers—the excitement of seeing my cousins, of taking a trip to visit everyone, of staying up late and having a bit more freedom since I had grandparents at both ends of the small town where both sides of my family had many members living—and I felt special because of that. I was the only one of my cousins who had THAT! So we always had somewhere to walk to when they were with me—to one pair of grandparents’ house or the other.

As an adult, I think back on those simpler times and wonder what else was going on in the “adult world”—sisters, brothers, in-laws all gathering with their children and meal preparation for so many people—my mother was the oldest of eleven children!

My mother, El Wanda Stallings Moss, and my aunt (my dad’s sister) JoAnne Moss Jackson

Two unforgettable women!

Everyone tried to come home to Bryan County during Christmas and/or Thanksgiving. Such an exciting time, but for the adults…tiring and maybe stressful? If so, I don’t remember ever seeing that side of anyone.

 

My mom and dad as newlyweds in 1944–El Wanda Stallings Moss and Frederic Marion Moss–around 22 years old

So, maybe that’s why I think writing is so important. My mom always said she wanted to write down her life story, but “life” kept getting in the way and it never happened. When she ended up with Alzheimer’s, the time for writing down anything was over. Though the written word doesn’t add to a person’s saeculum, it does at least two things for those left behind: It helps preserve the stories and memories the deceased person has talked about before they passed, and it gives future generations a glimpse into their ancestors’ lives, thoughts, beliefs, and dreams.

This is my great-grandmother, “Mammy” (Emma Christi Anna Ligon Stallings)–my mother’s dad’s mother. I never knew her, but I felt like I did from the stories Mom told me about her. She was born not long after the Civil War ended, and regaled my mother with stories of her growing up years. I wish I had listened better when Mom tried to tell me about her!

We die, and eventually are forgotten by the world. Events happen that were, at the time,  life-changing, world- altering, such as wars, rampant disease, and tragedies of other kinds. These, though horrific at the time, will eventually be relegated to the tomes of the historical past…and forgotten…by many. There is nothing to stop it. All saeculums will be over for individual people and for events. And they will all become history.

What we can leave behind for others is our pictures, the written word of who we are and what we believe, and if we have a particular talent or craft, pieces of that—carvings, quilts, beautiful artwork or writings, creations of so many kinds.

A painting my mom did many years ago of an old barn in a snowstorm. Sorry it’s so small! Couldn’t make it bigger without making it blurry.

Our saeculum is fragile, and fleeting. So for 2025, my one and only resolution is to try to keep some kind of journal for my children, or for anyone who might be interested in the future. I want to write about my childhood, just the regular every-day things we did, the heat of the Oklahoma summer nights, the fireflies that lit up those nights until we knew we had to go home or get in trouble! The way the house creaked, and how the attic fan sounded like a freight train as it brought in that blessed cooler air during those same hot summer nights. So many memories of “nothing special”—just the business of living.  I want to write about the way life was then—because it will never be that way again, for better or worse.

My best friend, Jane Carroll, and me, on a fall day in the sandbox. I was about 8, and Jane was a year older. We moved in just down the street from one another during the same week of 1963! Jane is gone now, but I still love her and miss her.

Will anyone give a hoot? Maybe not. But I will know I’ve done what I could do if anyone DOES care. I’m not sure Laura Ingalls Wilder thought anyone would care about her stories—but look at what a glimpse into the past they have provided for so many generations! I’m no Laura Ingalls Wilder. My journals won’t begin to make the impression on the world that hers did. But you never know who might read them and think, “I wish I had known her!” (Even after my saeculum is over!)

Me, at age three.

Do you have anything you would like to leave to future generations to remember you by? This fascinates me!

Today, I’m giving away a PRINT OR DIGITAL COPY of NOELLE’S CHRISTMAS WISH–book 5 of the Petticoats & Pistols Christmas Stocking Sweethearts series to one lucky commenter! Thanks to each and every one of you for being a part of PETTICOATS & PISTOLS!

 

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CHERYL’S WINNERS!

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Thank you all for stopping by today and sharing your Christmas memories with us all! So often, I feel like we are all family here at Petticoats & Pistols, and I love hearing about your lives and memories as well as sharing my own.

I chose two winners today for digital copies of one of my backlist books, including Noelle’s Christmas Wish! My winners are…..

CAROL M. and CARRIE MCCAULEY

CONGRATULATIONS! Please contact me at fabkat_edit@yahoo.com and let me know the title of the book or novella you’d like, plus the e-mail you’d like it sent to. 

Thanks again for stopping by and sharing Christmas memories today!

SILVER MAGIC–A CHRISTMAS STORY BY CHERYL PIERSON–AND A GIVEAWAY!

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Several years ago, I had just sold my first short story to Adams Media’s Rocking Chair Reader series. I was on Cloud 9! A few months later, I sold this story, SILVER MAGIC, to them. It would appear in their first Christmas collection, Classic Christmas: True Stories of Holiday Cheer and Goodwill. I want to share it with you here. This story is true, and is one of the most poignant tales I could ever tell about my grandfather–he died when I was eleven. I never saw this side of him, and I don’t think very many people did–that’s what makes this Christmas story so special.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SILVER MAGIC by Cheryl Pierson

Did you know that there is a proper way to hang tinsel on the Christmas tree?

Growing up in the small town of Seminole, Oklahoma, I was made aware of this from my earliest memories of Christmas. Being the youngest in our family, there was never a shortage of people always wanting to show me the right way to do—well, practically everything! When it came to hanging the metallic strands on the Christmas tree, my mother made it a holiday art form.

“The cardboard holder should be barely bent,” she said, “forming a kind of hook for the tinsel.”   No more than three strands of the silver magic should be pulled from this hook at one time. And, we were cautioned, the strands should be draped over the boughs of the tree gently, so as to avoid damage to the fragile greenery.

Once the icicles had been carefully added to the already-lit-and-decorated tree, we would complete our “pine princess” with a can of spray snow. Never would we have considered hanging the icicles in blobs, as my mother called them, or tossing them haphazardly to land where they would on the upper, unreachable branches. Hanging them on the higher branches was my father’s job, since he was the tallest person I knew—as tall as Superman, for sure. He, too, could do anything—even put the serenely blinking golden star with the blonde angel on the very highest limb—without a ladder!

 

Once Christmas was over, I learned that there was also a right way to save the icicles before setting the tree out to the roadside for the garbage man. The cardboard holders were never thrown out. We kept them each year, tucked away with the rest of the re-useable Christmas decorations. Their shiny treasure lay untangled and protected within the corrugated Bekins Moving and Storage boxes that my mother had renamed “CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS” in bold letters with a black magic marker.

 

(JACK SORENSON–ARTIST)

At the end of the Christmas season, I would help my sisters undress the tree and get it ready for its lonely curbside vigil. We would remove the glass balls, the plastic bells, and the homemade keepsake decorations we’d made in school. These were all gently placed in small boxes. The icicles came next, a chore we all detested.

We removed the silver tinsel and meticulously hung it back around the little cardboard hook. Those icicles were much heavier then, being made of real metal and not synthetic plastic. They were easier to handle and, if you were careful, didn’t snarl or tangle. It was a long, slow process—one that my young, impatient hands and mind dreaded.

For many years, I couldn’t understand why everyone—even my friends’ parents—insisted on saving the tinsel from year to year. Then one night, in late December, while Mom and I gazed at the Christmas tree, I learned why.

As she began to tell the story of her first Christmas tree, her eyes looked back through time. She was a child in southeastern Oklahoma, during the dustbowl days of the Depression. She and her siblings had gotten the idea that they needed a Christmas tree. The trekked into the nearby woods, cut down an evergreen, and dragged it home. While my grandfather made a wooden stand for it, the rest of the family popped and strung corn for garland. The smaller children made decorations from paper and glue.

“What about a star?” one of the younger boys had asked.

My grandfather thought for a moment, then said, “I’ve got an old battery out there in the shed. I’ll cut one from that.”

The kids were tickled just to have the tree, but a star, too! It was almost too good to be true.

Grandfather went outside. He disappeared around the side of the old tool shed and didn’t return for a long time. Grandmother glanced out the window a few times, wondering what was taking so long, but the children were occupied with stringing the popcorn and making paper chains. They were so excited that they hardly noticed when he came back inside.

Grandmother turned to him as he shut the door against the wintry blast of air. “What took you so long?” she asked. “I was beginning to get worried.”

Grandfather smiled apologetically, and held up the star he’d fashioned.   “It took me awhile. I wanted it to be just right.” He slowly held up his other hand, and Grandmother clapped her hands over her mouth in wonder. Thin strands of silver magic cascaded in a shimmering waterfall from his loosely clenched fist. “It’s a kind of a gift, you know. For the kids.”

“I found some foil in the battery,” he explained. “It just didn’t seem right, not to have icicles.”

In our modern world of disposable commodities, can any of us imagine being so poor that we would recycle an old battery for the metal and foil, in order to hand-cut a shiny star and tinsel for our children’s Christmas tree?

A metal star and cut-foil tinsel—bits of Christmas joy, silver magic wrapped in a father’s love for his family.

This anthology is only available used now, but it’s well worth purchasing from Amazon and reading so many heartwarming Christmas stories from yesteryear! Hope you all have a wonderful, wonderful Christmas and a fantastic 2025!

 

Do you have a favorite Christmas memory, or a story that has been handed down through your family about something that happened during the holidays? My parents told a lot of stories about their childhoods, but this story was the one that really stood out for me. I’d love to hear about a favorite family story or one of your dearest Christmas memories! I’m giving away one of my Kindle books to two lucky commenters–YOUR CHOICE! 

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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Christmas Stocking Sweethearts! Cheryl Pierson

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Hi everyone! I’m so glad to be a part of the Christmas Stocking Sweethearts authors, and I can’t wait to tell you a little bit about my story, NOELLE’S CHRISTMAS WISH. It’s a bit longer than most of the others in this series, but I have to tell you, once I got caught up in Noelle’s life and all that was happening to her, I just had to write it the length it needed to be! I’ve often thought how hard it would be to just pick up from somewhere you’d lived most of your life and leave it–I only had to do that one time, the summer before my senior year in high school when my dad got transferred from Oklahoma to West Virginia.

Noelle is a little older than I was when this happened to her, but I love how, though she was dreading the changes she’d go through, things turned out better than she could have ever expected–with a few hiccups along the way, of course!

Here’s the blurb for you to get a better idea of what is going on in Noelle’s life, and her possibility for a very happy ending!

Her wish is to find lasting love…

He’s looking for a new future…

Can a Christmas journey bring a miracle to both?

When her life is turned upside down by her aunt’s death, beautiful Noelle Cutler must leave Texas for Indian Territory, to live in her family-owned cattle ranch dynasty with a relative she barely knows. Noelle’s Christmas wish as she boards the stagecoach is something she’s yearned for the past several years. Now, with an uncertain world unfolding for her, would it be so much to wish for her very own true love this Christmas?

Texas Ranger Kellan Montgomery has a few wishes of his own. Traveling home to Indian Territory, he dreads what awaits him. An unplanned dinner with Noelle the night before they become fellow passengers aboard the northbound train leaves him imagining a different kind of future—one that’s completely opposite from the solitary life of a lawman.

But their newfound romance may come to a deadly end as two ruthless outlaws board the train—men Kellan put in prison. As Kellan and Noelle masquerade as a newlywed couple, their plan goes awry as the train is taken over by a gang of renegades. Danger explodes in a life-or-death situation, and their perilous deception becomes the catalyst for the flames of love to ignite in their desperate bid for survival.

But love is the only thing on Noelle’s Christmas wish list—and she is determined to make this dream come true for the future she envisions. Now that love has finally come, it’s up to her to make her own longing a reality. Can the magic of Christmas bring a miracle to two lonely people in these most unlikely circumstances?

 

CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE NOELLE’S CHRISTMAS WISH

Click here to view the entire series on Amazon

Yes, we know. It’s that time of year when we sometimes feel less kind than we should. 

Re-write the sentence in red to something less naughty and more nice.  For example:

NAUGHTY:  “Grandma’s eggnog is too thick and chunky.”

NICE: “Isn’t it wonderful Grandma is still with us to make her eggnog?”

THERE’S NOTHING BUT CHRISTMAS MOVIES ON TV! 

You might win this ornament from me–plus a backlist book of your choice!

I chose this ornament as my prize giveaway because it looks just like the piano I learned

to play on when I was growing up.

 

All entries will be eligible for our oh-so-beautiful Grand Prize, too!

Winners announced Sunday, December 15!

(USA Winners only, please.)

In the event the piano ornament becomes unavailable, we will happily make a substitute.

THE WISH BOOK CHRISTMAS LIST AND A NEW CHRISTMAS NOVEL! by Cheryl Pierson

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Hi everyone! Well, believe it or not, there is not much time until the holidays are here, and this year, with Thanksgiving being later in November, Christmas will be not even a full month later! So today, I wanted to write about holiday surprises, and for some of us, those wonderful “Wish Books” from Penney’s and Sears, and even those Christmas lists we were so excited to make and have ready for Santa.

Of course, this was looooonnnng before the computerized age came along, and long after my parents were children. My parents were raised in the Dustbowl/Depression days of Oklahoma, both of them born not even a quarter century (both born in 1922) after Oklahoma became the 46th state (1907). Both of them were the eldest in their large families, and very little money, there was no need for them to make a Christmas list of any kind. Mom told me that she and her little sisters got a new doll at Christmas, and that was QUITE a luxury. Dad never talked about his Christmases, and I wish I had asked more questions, because he loved our Christmas time celebrations when I was growing up. He was always handy with the Super 8 camera and the blinding light bar on Christmas morning when we all stumbled out of bed, but it didn’t dampen our spirits at all as we hurried for the tree!  (I can still hear my mom saying, “Wait, Fred, I have to put on some lipstick!”) 

Remember those yellow legal tablets? THAT was what I made my Christmas list on! Pages and pages and pages of what I wanted, after those Saturday morning cartoon ads started, and of course, when the Christmas catalogs from Sears and Penney’s arrived. By that time, my sisters were older and I pretty much got the “Wish Books” to myself, since they were off at college and soon married. I wore those pages out, and wrote down detailed instructions on my lists of what page the item was on, what color I wanted, and so on. I remember Mom saying cautiously, “Well, Cheryl, now you know old Santa can’t bring ALL of this. So mark which ones you really like best so he’ll know…” 

Were you ever extremely surprised over a gift, either pleasantly or NOT so pleasantly? One year, I asked for a Suzy Smart. She was a BIG doll–and she had her very own desk she sat in, AND a chalkboard easel, since she was SMART and in school! When I saw her sitting in her desk with the easel close beside the Chistmas tree on Christmas morning, I was so surprised. I think because my mom always like to buy me baby dolls and so on, and that was a departure for her, but I really did love that doll. 

When I got older, (this was in the 70’s) I wanted a leather “fringe” jacket. I knew which one I wanted. I took my mom into the store when we were shopping at the mall in Oklahoma City, and I showed her. BUT…on Christmas morning, she had found one that she thought was a better value for the money, more “dressy” (which was not the way I wanted to wear it!) and a finer grade of suede rather than split cowhide. It was hard to hide my disappointment, and I don’t think I did a very good job, being my 13-year-old self. But I did wear it, and it did last. It just taught me a valuable lesson that I used with my own kids. The heart wants what the heart wants! 

 

 

This is one of my favorite Christmas paintings of all time! It’s by Jack Sorenson, and it’s called The Homecoming. According to him, the father had to be gone the week before Christmas but he promised his daughter he’d be home for Christmas, and here he is! Complete with a new doll for his little girl’s Christmas surprise!  I’m sure his homecoming was what brought that joyful smile to her face, but the new doll will be the “icing on the cake” for her. 

I have a new novel coming on November 30! NOELLE’S CHRISTMAS WISH is Book #5 in our Petticoats & Pistols series, CHRISTMAS STOCKING SWEETHEARTS!

This was a VERY fun story to work on, and I know you are all going to love this entire series! My story is about Noelle Cutler, a woman who has to start her life all over with an aunt she barely knows, and Kellan Montgomery, a Texas Ranger who isn’t sure what life holds for him, either. But we all know MAGIC happens at Christmas, right?

You can pre-order it NOW at this link: https://tinyurl.com/3et8d29p

OR, you can do me a huge favor and jump over to BOOKFUNNEL (here’s the link!)  https://bookhip.com/PRVJANM  and grab one of 25 FREE COPIES I’m giving away in exchange for a review! This offer will end on Sunday, November 24, and is limited to the first 25 readers, first come, first served, so jump over NOW and snap one up. A pretty darn good deal for the price of a review, right? Ho ho ho! 

The launch date is Dec. 3rd,  and I’ll be back that day to post here with more information!

For now, here’s a blurb! (Noelle has a good chance at getting HER Christmas wish–something she’s wanted a long time!)

When her life is turned upside down by her aunt’s death, beautiful Noelle Cutler must leave Texas for Indian Territory, to live in her family-owned cattle ranch dynasty with a relative she barely knows. Noelle’s Christmas wish as she boards the stagecoach is something she’s yearned for the past several years. Now, with an uncertain world unfolding for her, would it be so much to wish for her very own true love this Christmas?

Texas Ranger Kellan Montgomery has a few wishes of his own. Traveling home to Indian Territory, he dreads what awaits him. An unplanned dinner with Noelle the night before they become fellow passengers aboard the northbound train leaves him imagining a different kind of future—one that’s completely opposite from the solitary life of a lawman.

But their newfound romance may come to a deadly end as two ruthless outlaws board the train—men Kellan put in prison. As Kellan and Noelle masquerade as a newlywed couple, their plan goes awry as the train is taken over by a gang of renegades. Danger explodes in a life-or-death situation, and their perilous deception becomes the catalyst for the flames of love to ignite in their desperate bid for survival.

But love is the only thing on Noelle’s Christmas wish list—and she is determined to make this dream come true for the future she envisions. Now that love has finally come, it’s up to her to make her own longing a reality. Can the magic of Christmas bring a miracle to two lonely people in these most unlikely circumstances?

What was your best Christmas surprise? Someone coming home unexpectedly? A newborn on Christmas? A special gift you’d longed for and didn’t think you’d get? Or giving a gift to someone who didn’t expect it? 

Did you have a memorable “worst” Christmas gift or experience? 

For a complete list of all my work, click here:  CHERYL’S AMAZON PAGE

MY FAVORITE THINGS–DOGS! by Cheryl Pierson

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Hi everyone! When I was trying to come up with what I would write about for this instalment of “MY FAVORITE THINGS” the first thing that came to mind was my family. So today, I wanted to tell you about my dogs, because they are a HUGE part of my family! My daughter, Jessica, often says I have more pictures of them than I do of her and her brother Casey—I think she is probably right.

Growing up, I was only allowed to have cats. We lived in a small central Oklahoma town, and this was during the 1960’s-1970’s. So there were not any boarding facilities to speak of, should a person need to go on vacation or travel for any reason, and there was only one dog groomer in the area. The only reason I knew that was because my friend, Marsha, had two little shelties that I just adored and they had to go to the groomer from time to time.

Cats were much easier to take care of, and really, could mostly take care of themselves if we were gone for the weekend. Dad worked such odd hours there were few times he could go with us on weekend trips to visit relatives, so he was there to feed them, but we didn’t have a fenced yard and there just seemed to be too many obstacles to having a dog in the family.

But that didn’t stop me from WANTING one with all my heart!

My daughter adopted a little fluff ball rescue baby when she was in her mid-twenties, but she worked so much that he spent a lot of time over at “Grandma and Grandpa’s house” (my husband and me). His name was Embry and he grew from that little cute puppy to a 200 pound bruiser within a short time. He was a Great Pyrenees/Anatolian Shepherd mix. When Jessica was forced to move to a place with no fenced yard, Embry came to live with us permanently. When he was about 18 months old, he developed a condition called “steroid responsive meningitis” and nearly died. We took him to the Oklahoma State University Veterinary Teaching School Hospital and they knew exactly what it was. They treated him and saved his life, but that changed his temperament.

 

That breed of dog is very protective anyway, but he because the protector of all protectors. We had to keep him away from everyone but our immediate family. He loved us with all his heart, and we loved him the same way. He passed away at 9 ½ years old—much longer than anyone believed his life span would be with his health issues. I still miss that big ol’ boy. He took a piece of all of our hearts with him.

A month after he died, I knew we had to get another dog. The house felt so empty and lonely—the kids were both grown and gone, and I had been so used to devoting time and love to Embry I was at loose ends—and so was my husband, Gary. Embry had been his “spirit animal”—he was not able to shake that constant sadness of losing him.

I convinced Gary to go with me to the shelter in the town where I was raised, about an hour from Oklahoma City, to “just look” and he was not happy about it, but he did go with me. I had a friend who worked there at the shelter, and she brought out one of the dogs that Gary had said he “might” want to look at. Sammy came right over and sat on Gary’s feet and would not budge. When he looked up at Gary with those big brown soulful eyes, I knew he’d picked Gary out. When Gina tried to get him to come and go back into his cage, he whined and looked at Gary. I said, “Well, let’s go back into the back and look at the big dogs—” and Gary said, “There’s no need. I can’t go off and leave this one behind. He’s coming home with us.” It was meant to be, because Sweet Seminole Sammy had been adopted and returned for digging holes when the new owners left him alone in the back yard! We adopted him at 7 months, and he has been such a gift to us.

 

A few months later, I noticed that Sammy seemed pensive. He had been really social at the shelter and I knew he was missing his friends. SOMEHOW, I talked Gary into getting another dog so Sammy wouldn’t be lonely for doggie companionship. Begrudgingly, he gave his approval, and Jessica and I drove to Seminole again to pick up Max. I had to have Max based on his pitiful picture they put on the site to advertise that he was ready for adoption. He and his siblings had been left in a box on the shelter steps in the dead of February. The shelter workers didn’t think the puppies were more than 6 weeks old.

Luckily, they were discovered and brought in before they froze to death. We adopted him at about 10 weeks old.  Max is probably about 99% lab. He’s goofy, still, at five years old, but he’s very timid and nervous, and always has been. Loud noises unnerve him. He is afraid of rain, even without lightning and thunder. He is the neediest dog I’ve ever had or known, but he is so loving, and wants to please us so badly. I shudder to think what might have happened if he’d ended up in a different place than with us.

 

These sweet boys gave me something even more than I ever thought about—the desire to help try to find homes for other dogs that need them. I’m not able to go “work in the trenches” physically, but I do try to help however I can by networking on social media, being aware of what’s going on in different shelters and rescues, and trying to donate whenever possible to those rescues and shelters that are legitimate and need the help.

These pictures were taken last year around Halloween after visiting the groomer. I love those Halloween bandanas!

 

Have you ever had an animal that made a huge difference in your life? When I think about it, though I had cats growing up and loved them dearly, it seems that these dogs are the animals that have made the difference in my way of thinking about so many things. How about you?

AN EASY, WONDERFUL HOLIDAY RECIPE! (Only three ingredients!)

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It’s getting to be that time of the year! You know, where we love to eat desserts that we would not normally eat? But we want something simple and wonderful? I wanted to share this now before things got “holiday hectic” because I think this might be something everyone can use.

I think I’ve found something so perfect here–I haven’t made it yet, and I’m hoping the video will play like it should, but just in case it doesn’t, I’m going to write out the simple instructions, because this looks like the yummiest thing to happen in a long time. And it’s just so easy! (I will be making these before Halloween, I’m sure!)

You make this in a crock pot (my favorite kind of dessert or cooking of any kind!)

 

You’ll need:
1 jar of Planter’s (or any other brand) dry roasted peanuts (about 16 oz.)
1 package of Nestle’s semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 package of white chocolate chips
I jar of peanut butter (this looks to be about a 16 oz. jar)–melt this in the microwave to make it pourable
Chocolate sprinkles (optional)

Also, if you would rather use all milk chocolate or dark chocolate chips, you can, or all white chocolate chips, she says that’s fine too. I personally will probably make it just as she shows the first time, because I’m a scaredy cat when it comes to cooking new things. LOL

In your crock pot, pour in the peanuts first, then the two bags of chocolate chips, then the melted peanut butter on top of it all. Set your crock pot on high, and check after one hour. If needed, continue to let it melt–she says it will take two hours, but then on the video, most of it was melted in one hour. It depends on the crockpot.

Meanwhile, line a baking sheet with parchment paper–and I’d say you might need TWO baking sheets for this!

Once it’s all melted, stir it up well, and take an ice cream scoop, scooping it out and transferring it, one scoop at a time, onto the baking sheet lined with parchment paper.

If you want sprinkles, put those on at this point, and put the baking sheet in the freezer for about an hour–then check and be sure they are frozen hard after one hour. Take them out and EAT THEM. Here’s the video!

 

 

COWBOY DREAMS–THE TRUE ADVENTURES OF THE ABERNATHY BROTHERS! by Cheryl Pierson

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Hi everyone! I’m re-running a blog of mine that has recently gotten some interest on our reader page since I posted a picture of Bud and Temple Abernathy on their special-made Indian motorcycle at the ages of thirteen and nine years old! These boys had quite an adventurous childhood, so let’s start at the very beginning, with their FIRST independent trip, from Oklahoma to New Mexico–at the ages of nine and five!

In the summer of 1909, two young brothers under the age of ten set out to make their own “cowboy dreams” come true.  They rode across two states on horseback.  Alone.Temple_&_Bud_in_Manhattan--1910page81-2[1]

It’s a story that sounds too unbelievable to be true, but it is.

Oklahoma had been a state not quite two years when these young long riders undertook the adventure of a lifetime.  The brothers, Bud (Louis), and Temple Abernathy rode from their Tillman County ranch in the southwest corner of the state to Santa Fe, New Mexico.  Bud was nine years old, and Temple was five.

They were the sons of a U.S. Marshal, Jack Abernathy, who had the particular talent of catching wolves and coyotes alive, earning him the nickname “Catch ’Em Alive Jack.”

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Odd as it seems to us today, Jack Abernathy had unwavering faith in his two young sons’ survival skills.  Their mother had died the year before, and, as young boys will, they had developed a wanderlust listening to their father’s stories.

Jack agreed to let them undertake the journey, Bud riding Sam Bass (Jack’s own Arabian that he used chase wolves down with) and Temple riding Geronimo, a half-Shetland pony.  There were four rules the boys had to agree to:  Never to ride more than fifty miles a day unless seeking food or shelter; never to cross a creek unless they could see the bottom of it or have a guide with them; never to carry more than five dollars at a time; and no riding on Sunday. Temple_and_Bud_in_Amarillo2[1]

The jaunt into New Mexico to visit their father’s friend, governor George Curry, took them six weeks.  Along the way, they were escorted by a band of outlaws for many miles to ensure their safe passage.  The boys didn’t realize they were outlaws until later, when the men wrote to Abernathy telling him they didn’t respect him because he was a marshal.  But, in the letter, they wrote they “liked what those boys were made of.”

One year later, they set out on the trip that made them famous.  At ten and six, the boys rode from their Cross Roads Ranch in Frederick, Oklahoma, to New York City to meet their friend, former president Theodore Roosevelt, on his return from an African safari.  They set out on April 5, 1910, riding for two months.

Along the way, they were greeted in every major city, being feted at dinners and amusement parks, given automobile rides, and even an aeroplane ride by Wilbur Wright in Dayton, Ohio.

Their trip to New York City went as planned, but they had to buy a new horse to replace Geronimo.  While they were there, he had gotten loose in a field of clover and nearly foundered, and had to be shipped home by train.

They traveled on to Washington, D.C., and met with President Taft and other politicians.

It was on this trip that the brothers decided they needed an automobile of their own.  They had fallen in love with the new mode of transportation, and they convinced their father to buy a Brush runabout.  After practicing for a few hours in New York, they headed for Oklahoma—Bud drove, and Temple was the mechanic.

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They arrived safe and sound back in Oklahoma in only 23 days.

But their adventures weren’t over.  The next year, they were challenged to ride from New York City to San Francisco.  If they could make it in 60 days, they would win $10,000.  Due to some bad weather along the 3,619-mile-long trip, they missed the deadline by only two days.  Still, they broke a record—and that record of 62 days still stands, over one hundred years later.

The boys’ last cross country trip was made in 1913 driving a custom designed, two-seat motorcycle from their Cross Roads Ranch to New York City.  They returned to Oklahoma by train.

As adults, Temple became an oilman, and Bud became a lawyer.  There is a statue that commemorates the youngest long riders ever in their hometown of Frederick, Oklahoma, on the lawn of the Tillman County Courthouse.

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CHERYL’S AMAZON LINK: https://tinyurl.com/5tmjz4s8

SCHOOL DAYS–THEN AND NOW–by Cheryl Pierson

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I have always loved going to school. Even now, when I walk into WalMart or Target and the school supplies are displayed (in JULY!) I have to stop and look at them. My husband laughs at me, but I just keep on picking up post-it notes and pencils, thinking “I will need these at some point…”

Growing up in the 60’s, our school supply lists were not long at all in elementary school. A “Big Chief” tablet, one of those HUGE pencils, paste in a jar (with a brush built into the lid!), a box of crayons, and a pair of “school scissors” and a wooden ruler. That was it. By the time my kids started school in the 90’s—all that had changed. After shopping for school supplies for only two children, I wondered how families with several kids could afford for them to even go to school—and that wasn’t counting back-to-school clothing.

 

 

 

ONE ROOM SCHOOLHOUSE IN BLANCHARD, OK, 1910

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My mom spoke of her school days just shortly after Indian Territory became the state of Oklahoma. That happened in 1907. She was born in 1922, and started school when she was only 5. She attended a one-room school house in Albany, a very small southeastern Oklahoma town. With the Depression on the way, and the Dust Bowl days looming, she spoke of the poverty of everyone she knew. She was the eldest of eleven children. Food was scarce. School supplies were almost nonexistent. I imagine that was why she took such pleasure in buying Big Chief tablets and crayons for me.

 

 

SEQUOYAH ORPHANS TRAINING SCHOOL, 1920 (near Tahlequah, OK, Cherokee Capital)

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Education is so important. Thinking back, I’ve included it in many of the stories I’ve written, and I always love to see it included in the stories I read, as well. I’m working on a story right now that includes a school teacher who is being forced to leave her home, her job and everything familiar to her! I just hate it for her, because she loves her students. (Don’t worry, it will all work out in the end!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Young boys pose during recess. This picture was taken at Newcastle, Oklahoma, in 1914.

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This is interesting. It’s the exam that students had to pass in order to graduate from 8th grade. This one came from Salina, Kansas, and is dated 1895. Students could take the exam in 7th grade and if they didn’t pass, could have another chance in 8th grade to re-take it. I don’t think I could pass this even now! Take a look!

EXAMINATION GRADUATION QUESTIONS OF SALINA COUNTY, KANSAS April 13, 1895 J.W. Armstrong, County Superintendent.

Examinations at Salina, New Cambria, Gypsum City, Assaria, Falun, Bavaria, and District No. 74 (in Glendale Twp.)

Reading and Penmanship. – The Examination will be oral, and the Penmanship of Applicants will be graded from the manuscripts

Grammar (Time, one hour)

  1. Give nine rules for the use of Capital Letters.
  2.  Name the Parts of Speech and define those that have no modifications.
  3.  Define Verse, Stanza and Paragraph.
  4.  What are the Principal Parts of a verb? Give Principal Parts of do, lie, lay and run.
  5.  Define Case, Illustrate each Case.
  6.  What is Punctuation? Give rules for principal marks of Punctuation.
  7. Write a composition of about 150 words and show therein that you understand the practical use of the rules of grammar.

Arithmetic (Time, 1.25 hours)

  1. Name and define the Fundamental Rules of Arithmetic.
  2.  A wagon box is 2 ft. deep, 10 feet long, and 3 ft. wide. How many bushels of wheat will it hold?
  3.  If a load of wheat weighs 3942 lbs., what is it worth at 50 cts. per bu, deducting 1050 lbs. for tare?
  4.  District No. 33 has a valuation of $35,000. What is the necessary levy to carry on a school seven months at $50 per month, and have $104 for incidentals?
  5.  Find cost of 6720 lbs. coal at $6.00 per ton.
  6.  Find the interest of $512.60 for 8 months and 18 days at 7 percent.
  7.  What is the cost of 40 boards 12 inches wide and 16 ft. long at $.20 per inch?
  8.  Find bank discount on $300 for 90 days (no grace) at 10 percent.
  9.  What is the cost of a square farm at $15 per acre, the distance around which is 640 rods?
  10.  Write a Bank Check, a Promissory Note, and a Receipt.

U.S. History (Time, 45 minutes)

  1. Give the epochs into which U.S. History is divided.
  2.  Give an account of the discovery of America by Columbus.
  3.  Relate the causes and results of the Revolutionary War.
  4.  Show the territorial growth of the United States.
  5.  Tell what you can of the history of Kansas.
  6.  Describe three of the most prominent battles of the Rebellion.
  7.  Who were the following: Morse, Whitney, Fulton, Bell, Lincoln, Penn, and Howe?
  8.  Name events connected with the following dates: 1607, 1620, 1800, 1849, and 1865?

Orthography (Time, one hour)

  1. What is meant by the following: Alphabet, phonetic orthography, etymology, syllabication?
  2.  What are elementary sounds? How classified?
  3.  What are the following, and give examples of each: Trigraph, subvocals, diphthong, cognate letters, linguals?
  4.  Give four substitutes for caret ‘u’.
  5.  Give two rules for spelling words with final ‘e’. Name two exceptions under each rule.
  6.  Give two uses of silent letters in spelling. Illustrate each.
  7.  Define the following prefixes and use in connection with a word: Bi, dis, mis, pre, semi, post, non, inter, mono, super.
  8.  Mark diacritically and divide into syllables the following, and name the sign that indicates the sound: Card, ball, mercy, sir, odd, cell, rise, blood, fare, last.
  9.  Use the following correctly in sentences, Cite, site, sight, fane, fain, feign, vane, vain, vein, raze, raise, rays.
  10.  Write 10 words frequently mispronounced and indicate pronunciation by use of diacritical marks and by syllabication.

Geography (Time, one hour)

  1. What is climate? Upon what does climate depend?
  2.  How do you account for the extremes of climate in Kansas?
  3.  Of what use are rivers? Of what use is the ocean?
  4.  Describe the mountains of N.A.
  5.  Name and describe the following: Monrovia, Odessa, Denver, Manitoba, Hecla, Yukon, St. Helena, Juan Fernandez, Aspinwall and Orinoco.
  6.  Name and locate the principal trade centers of the U.S.
  7.  Name all the republics of Europe and give capital of each.
  8.  Why is the Atlantic Coast colder than the Pacific in the same latitude?
  9.  Describe the process by which the water of the ocean returns to the sources of rivers.
  10.  Describe the movements of the earth. Give inclination of the earth.

Health (Time, 45 minutes)

  1. Where are the saliva, gastric juice, and bile secreted? What is the use of each in digestion?
  2.  How does nutrition reach the circulation?
  3.  What is the function of the liver? Of the kidneys?
  4.  How would you stop the flow of blood from an artery in the case of laceration?
  5.  Give some general directions that you think would be beneficial to preserve the human body in a state of health.

Incidentally, during these times, school only lasted 7 months, from October 1 to April 1. This allowed time for planting, farming, and harvest.

What about your “school days” memories? Were you a student who looked forward to school, or hated it? Do you have a favorite story of those by-gone times to share?