Happy 4th of July!!!!

Gals and guys, cowboys and cowgirls, I am wishing you the most wonderful of Independence Day holidays you could possibly have.

One of my annual ways to remember how to be grateful for what brought us to this point is to watch 1776, the amazing musical that revisits the trials of the Second Continental Congress, the chosen men who had the guts to declare our independence under difficult conditions of treason, compromise, ego and eccentricity…

If you’ve never seen this movie, you will be blessed by a look into what came before…

Before we were an expansionist nation that migrated west and pioneered a Western culture we all love…

A look into the “before”…

So we can enjoy the now!

And the song written for John Adams (William Daniels) “Is Anybody There?” as Adams reflects on the struggle to bring a new country into being against huge odds…

You can see this here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Fq4H4SAb6s

Enjoy your holiday folks, and if there’s not a parade or fireworks in your schedule, that’s okay.

Grab a hot dog… say a prayer… Thank the Lord… Share your M&Ms with others… Help a neighbor… Watch a patriotic movie with the A/C roaring if you’re hot, hot, hot…

And may God bless you and yours on this wonderful, celebratory day.

When folks criticize America… when they scorn us or roll their eyes, or crab about this or that or the other thing, I think of the sacrifice that’s gone before us…

Before you and me…

Before our grandparents and our great-grandparents, and the soldiers and the pioneers and the war that didn’t just tear us apart but bound us together as one nation, under God…

Those first folks, seeking religious freedom, sailing a fierce ocean to land in an unknown land…

To leave fair England for the robust and forested shores of a New World.

It took guts to get us here, friends. Guts and faith. And it will take the same to keep us afloat.

Happy Independence Day!

Love of Country Ingrained…

Hey, it’s Ruthy here, and I love being part of Stars & Spurs week here at the hoppin-est Western group of cowboy-lovin’ gals there is…

What is it about Western images and culture and determination that makes us think of flag and country?

Well, it could be that flag flyin’ high at ranches all across the West/Midwest.

Or those small town celebrations that make us remove our hats, put a hand over our hearts and feel a prayer even if not one cotton-pickin’ word comes out of our mouths.

Or it could be at the graveside of a young man, the sharp knife of a short life, gone too soon in defense of his country. According to Wikipedia, over 80,000 soldiers, marines, sailors and airmen/women never plowed another field or husked another ear of corn following World War II, the Korean conflict and the Viet Nam War…

From some of the least-populated states came tens of thousands of Homeland Heroes.

From the “fly-over” states came the sound– and the cost– of freedom.

The sound of “Taps” being played on that single horn.

Bagpipes toning the tear-jerking chords of “Amazing Grace”

And the sight of a cowboy, on horseback, hunting that last calf as the sun dips down behind him.

The reminder of Christ and that shepherd we all love so much, leaving the 99 safe and sound to go after the one lost sheep.

When I think of Stars and Stripes and Spurs, that’s what comes to mind.

That in an amazing country that had been so divided 85 years before, shedding the blood of so many in a Civil War that tore us apart and bound us together, so many stood strong in the face of international terror when faced with the scourge of Hilter and Mussolini and Stalin, heartless men whose selfishness and greed dictated the loss of millions…

The image of a cowboy, standing guard at the gate or delivering a calf or a lamb or rocking his own baby floods our hearts with the goodness of the American West. This thought-provoking photo comes from Priscilla Du Preez over at Unsplash.

Because in the West it doesn’t matter how tall you are…

But how tall you stand.

And may God bless America….

Tobias Keller, Unsplash

Ruthy is giving away two copies of her newest Love Inspired Western “Healing the Cowboy’s Heart” to a couple of lucky cowgirls or boys but you’ve got to carry on the conversation below because when it comes to faith, hope and love, the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom stands strong, doesn’t it? And don’t get your knickers in a twist if you haven’t gotten your books from last month… you know our Ruthy lives on a farm and the grumpy farmer has been fighting rain, rain, and more rain so every little job doesn’t get done once… or twice… but three, four or five times. But they know they’re blessed to have jobs and lives beyond the farm, so there’s no lamentation… just a time-drain, folks. And one of these days our Ruthy will get to the Post Office and send out the last few weeks of books…. Sure as shootin’! 

Feel free to shout out the folks you know who have served… they have blessed every one of us by that sacrifice of time and safety!

 

 

RUTHY’S WINNERS!!!!

First, thank you so much for making me feel like less of a goof yesterday! I love you guys! And second, we have winners:

From last week: Charlene Whitehouse (Healing the Cowboy’s Heart)

From yesterday: Kathy Rader (Healing the Cowboy’s Heart)

                           Jerri Lynn Hill (A Light in the Darkness)

 

CONGRATULATIONS! If you would e-mail your snail mail addresses to me at loganherne@gmail.com, I’ll try to get those right out to you, although I only do mailings once or twice/month… And thank you again!

Calendar Confusion! A Not Unusual Twist!

Guess who forgot that she was on three times in May…

Yes.  🙂

You guessed it!

ME!

Sorry, guys, there’s something about holiday weeks and a rotating schedule that gets me…. Does that happen to you, too? And sometimes I forget to put things in Google Calendar (although that wasn’t the problem this time, I just had it in my head that it was next week…)

Please tell me you do that.

Please tell me that I’m not alone in my absolutely and totally expected confusion.

I’d worry that it’s an aging thing, except that I’m thirty-seven…. (that is a bold-faced LIE!!!!)

Okay, well, I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember, so my family just deals with it… and it’s part of the reason I never, ever, ever leave a book until last minute, because what if I mess that up? When it comes to books, better four weeks early than one week late.

So, since I’m covered in mud (literally) right now, let’s keep it simple, my darlings….

Do you mess things up?

Do you ever post things incorrectly or just plain forget to look at the calendar?

Leave a comment below and I’ll tuck you in for another copy of my newest Love Inspired Western “Healing the Cowboy’s Heart”…

AND BONUS:

I’ll pick an extra winner for a copy of my first Guideposts mystery “A Light in the Darkness”….

Holy Moly, it’s the least I can do for messing up my calendar, ladies!

And we had a winner from last week’s Game Day….

Charlene Whitehouse, you’re last week’s winner of “Healing the Cowboy’s Heart”!

E-mail me at loganherne@gmail.com and I’ll put your address on my mailing list!

And now…. I’m going to eat some humble pie!

Game Day with Ruthy! Corny Jokes!

I love corny jokes, especially if they’re from kids…

And especially if they CAN’T STOP LAUGHING WHILE THEY TELL YOU because they’re already cracking themselves up!

Remember Popsicle Stick jokes????

My boys loved them!!! Such funny one-liners!

So here are a few for you for game day… And if you give me a comment or an answer, (right or wrong!) I’m putting you into the drawing for a copy of “Healing the Cowboy’s Heart”. Win it before you can buy it, darlings!

Here’s a sample for you:

1. Why did the kid cross the playground?

Answer:  To get to the other side!

HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  🙂  Get the idea? I’m still giggling.

Now it’s your turn, my friends! See if you know these funny come backs!

 

2. What did the Dalmatian say after lunch?

Answer:  ????????

3. What kind of tree fits in your hand?

Answer:  ????????

4. What did the little corn say to the mama corn?

Answer:  ????????

Okay, your turn! You can either turn the tables on me and give me a joke below OR try and answer one of these…

Right or ridiculously wrong, you’re going into the drawing for this third “Shepherd’s Crossing” Western, set in West Central Idaho where the Snake River flows free  and the rich, broad valley rises to mountains and forests… a land forged by strong hands and hearts, the kind that live there still.  PRE-ORDER HERE!

Horse breeder Isaiah Woods can’t believe his only ally in helping a neglected mare is the descendant of his family’s bitter enemy—veterinarian Charlotte Fitzgerald. Despite the feud, Charlotte risks everything to save the horse. But as she falls for Isaiah—and the orphaned niece and nephew in his care—the mare isn’t the only one who needs saving.

Ruthy’s Winners!

From Ruthy’s post last week, we have TWO COPIES of “Healing the Cowboy’s Heart” (she dug around some old totes and found another, then swiped the dust off… that’s our Ruthy, for ye’!) One is going to Lori Smanski, and the other to Janine! Gals, e-mail Ruthy at loganherne@gmail.com and give her your snail mail information… and she hopes you love, love, love this story!

Old Feuds and New Loves…

 

This is a win it before you can buy it kind of day.

I have a wonderful new Love Inspired Western due to release next month and the members of the Love Inspired Book Club (through Reader’s Service) already have this book and I’m so glad that these thousands of early readers are loving it…

It’s a beautiful story. The one we’ve been waiting for, the third Fitzgerald sister has come to Idaho and she doesn’t come meek and mild.

No, ma’am.

Charlotte Fitzgerald may have been raised as a cossetted little Southern Belle but she’s hit the wall now that her no-good father stranded his daughters with no money, no jobs and a tractor load of debt… not to mention he kind of ran the family’s good name through a wood chipper, then a meat grinder for good measure…

But Charlotte’s a game one. She’s finished veterinary school with an internship in horse care and she’s been raised around Fitzgerald horses from the cradle. If there’s one thing Char knows, it’s horses… and now she knows how to provide their medical care, so that’s a big plus in a northern region that’s embracing all kinds of new ranches, including her uncle’s multi-million dollar operation that she’ll get a part of if she can work from the ranch for one year.

One year is nothing to Char… she’s ready to spread her wings and fly with her brand new (and heavily mortgaged) mobile veterinary van, the likes of which Shepherd’s Crossing has never seen… but not everyone who’s taken to horses takes to Fitzgeralds and when Charlotte is called in to pass judgment on a group of badly neglected horses… and disagrees with the older, established vet in the area… she sets herself up for a fight. And when the handsome Native American horse breeder agrees with her, and saves a horse his family shares a bad history with, the stakes get higher.

Trust doesn’t come easy to Char… And honesty is clutch with Isaiah so can he see the past for what it is before it ruins the present?  And is Char willing to give him a second chance after all she’s been through?

 

This is a great story of two strong people with vigorous roots and how sometimes those roots can twist and turn the wrong way, strangling the tree… but with the right care and trimming, even the threatened tree can thrive.

 

(Sorry, we’re having technical difficulties, the picture comes through as broken no matter which one I use or where I put it… silly blog! A bit temperamental today, I’d say! Here’s a link so you can see this great cover: LINK TO HEALING THE COWBOY’S HEART! )

 

Does forgiveness come easy to you? Or do you have to dig deep to move beyond things?

Give me a comment below and let’s talk grudge-holding and forgiveness. I came from a long line of grudgeholders on the Herne and Logan sides of the family, and those folks made the Hatfields and McCoys look like Mr. Rogers Neighborhood… so you know what I’m talking about!

I don’t hold grudges. It’s like the most unhealthy thing you can do, it’s so destructive to relationships but mostly to us. To our hearts, our souls, our mental health. Forgive and move on…

Life’s too short to be a tempest in a teapot!

RUTHY’S WINNERS!!!

Thank you all for stopping by on Thursday for my post about history… and how it affects my upcoming contemporary Western romance “Healing the Cowboy’s Heart”. Winners of a signed copy of the book (once it arrives at my door…) are Tonya Lucas and Lori Smanski! Congratulations! If you can e-mail me at loganherne@gmail.com with your snail mail address, that would be great! And thanks again for such a thoughtful conversation, ladies. You rock!

Where Has All the History Gone?

“Where has all the history gone? Long time passing…

Where has all the history gone? Long time ago….”  (parody, Peter, Paul and Mary “Where Have All the Flowers Gone?”)

I’m wearing a mix of hats today! My history-loving bonnet AND a modern day cowboy hat because this upcoming Love Inspired book is a contemporary Western romance with a great, tough heroine and a SWOON-WORTHY hero… that I hope you love!!!!

We live in different times.

When I look at middle grade and junior high history lessons now, they are very different from what I was taught… what my kids were taught… and what my grandchildren and friends’ children now see.

History is history. But it can be viewed through varied perspectives.

It is rife with mistakes, horror, trials and triumph. It is never one-sided. From the earliest written times and the earliest Biblical references, man has been as inclined to sin as the sparks to fly upward.

People lust for power. For sex. For money. And for some it is never enough, the head rush of being powerful, sexual and rich only adds oxygen to an already fuel-rich fire… and they want more.

That said, there are other sides to history as well. 

My Celtic heritage on the Logan side faced rough odds. For nearly nine centuries the Vikings ruled Ireland after defeating the Celts in the first century A.D. 900 years + or -…. When the Irish king Brian Boru waged a successful battle against them, the Viking power over Ireland was razed, but then came the Normans…. and centuries of English domination and rule when Irish land was taken from the Irish and doled out to English landowners… and the Irish pushed to less fertile lands or turned into share-holders. From Cromwell’s reign of terror from 1649 on, Irish Catholics were slaughtered, tortured and jailed and/or excised from their lands. A few generations later came the potato famine, a scourge that starved a nation but pushed many to a new opportunity, here in America or Australia.

Ireland wasn’t the only country that England claimed and re-distributed, of course. Our own America was formed in some large part by land grants given to English aristocrats. There was no or little thought given to the American Indians/Native Americans because the idea of “owning” land and distributing it through a legal process wasn’t part of their culture.

 

An ocean apart, and huge differences in formation of culture, science, language, mathematics… So when America “bought” the west in the Louisiana purchase, it seemed normal to the government. This had been the European model for hundreds and hundreds of years. 

Of course it didn’t seem one bit normal to the Natives occupying American prairies or mountains or woodlands, did it? 

It was an abomination. A threat.  Much like Ireland and other countries that were invaded and taken over by expansionist nations, their claims fell on the deaf ears of the more powerful.

Studying history, we can see the both sides…. Downton Abbey, one of the most watched and loved shows on modern TV showed the ups and downs of a prestigious English family as their days waned in light of a rising middle class. But those same rich people, hundreds of years before, helped fund expeditions to new lands and opened travel and opportunity, the very beginning that forged our land. America. The United States… and then we fought for that freedom and did the unthinkable…

WE WON.

And began our western expansion a few dozen years later.

Writing a modern-day Western with Native American characters isn’t easy. I tackled this in “Healing the Cowboy’s Heart”, my upcoming release from Love Inspired books…. how a Nez Perce family that chose land instead of the reservation (an option offered and chosen by some) can feel out of step with the past, and at odds with the present when the land they owned and sold is now worth millions…

And did you know that the Nez Perce tribe (a total misnomer because they never had pierced noses…) embraced the Christian faith quickly because they believed in one God, the Father Almighty already… So immersing themselves into the Christian faith didn’t require a leap… but giving up their land, their autonomy was a really hard thing to do. And like Arthur Miller’s “The Crucible” where young girls drive a dynamic that kills innocent people, young warriors launched an attack that resulted in a tragic war between the American army and the Nez Perce… A tragic story spawned by foolhardy, angry teens.

The American West is an ever-changing dynamic, but even so, romance and families and faith and cowboys make up a lot of that dynamic. There is something downright good about working the land and forging a life from it… and yes, there are winners and losers in war. There are things that happen that should never have happened. There is a cruelty in some men that can sicken the normal loving, caring person. But when we look and see that is the exception– not the rule– that’s when we realize we can learn from history. We should study history. And we should take and open view…

But we shouldn’t change history to fit our current narrative.

For every teacher that decries the explorers that first crossed the ocean, there’s a home they go to. An address they claim. A house or an apartment and a car or a subway or something linking them to the USA.

Without that history, those explorers, those navigators and those aristocratic land grants and land purchases, we wouldn’t exist here today.

Someone would.

Once discovered, it was clear that powerful countries would have their day and their say in this new land. History does that… it repeats itself quite often, so telling this story of a Nez Perce hero, a man whose work and passion is to re-develop the beloved and esteemed Appaloosa the Nez Perce made famous… and the horse doctor whose family bought up land… land that is now worth millions… and the anger that simmers over old wrongs and tragic mistakes.

This is what I hope when readers enjoy this story… that they’ll see a beautiful romance! A great love story. A story that makes them sigh, smile, and sigh some more. Here’s a link to this upcoming book on Amazon:  HEALING THE COWBOY’S HEART BY RUTH LOGAN HERNE

I’m giving away two copies today (when they arrive on my doorstep) so that you can read the book and offer your opinion, dear readers… I hope what you see is a well-told modern story where the past can trip the heels of the present, but where faith, hope and love stand strong.

What’s your take on history, friends? I’m on the road today, traveling to Baltimore for the Christian Fiction Readers Retreat, so I might not get on until later… But everyone who comments will be in the drawing for these two “Win ’em before you can buy ’em” books!

 

Bustles & Prairie Fires & Why We Wear Pants

Is this really only a hundred and twenty-five years???? We’ve come a long way, baby! 

 

The whole idea of puffy dresses and prairie life became a GREAT part of my intro to “Second Chance Christmas“, the second novella of “The Sewing Sisters’ Society” collection, and part of the overall Prairie Brides series…

Because claim shacks were small.

Folks didn’t always allow enough safe room around wood stoves and/or fireplaces.

Bustles made skirts wider.

In a world governed by mathematics and physics, A + B = C.

And C = skirts catching fire!

For practicality’s sake women in the west had to adjust their longing for European and Eastern fashion and slim down their skirts.

Tapered, not bustled….

Slim, not voluminous….

And then… shortened….

And then shortened some more….

And then…

Wait for it:

Skirts and pants…..

By the mid 20th Century a World War changed so much… Men went off to war.

So did women.

Women couldn’t wear skirts in all areas…. so they were issued trousers….

Women at home went to work manning the manufacturing processes…. and wore pants.

 

Today’s school teachers don’t look like this, do they? And yet… there’s something absolutely fetching about this look!

And a new shape was born from necessity, from self-reliance, from role reversal. And it’s never gone back, has it?

Here’s a great article about women and pants and how Calamity Jane set the Western tone for horse-ridin’ women:

“Women in Pants…”

When we look back and see how for millennia women wore dresses… That it would have been considered out-of-this-world in-your-face to dress down… 

Even into the 20th century…

Suffragists didn’t just fight for our long-awaited right to vote. They set a bar for an equality that we can never take lightly… but not at the expense of our respect, right?

I love getting dressed up. I love pretty dresses. But the other side of me is so totally down with blue-jean-casual… when I’m writing a story or running a power saw or cleaning a donkey pen or painting a house or room… or making jam to sell at our roadside stand.

So tell me, what’s your fashion fave and why? Is it how it makes you feel? Or how you like to be seen by others?  Or would you just love to go back, back, back and dress in those ladylike fashions once more?

No right or wrong answers here, and there’s a Kindle copy of my new full-length historical

“A Most Inconvenient Love for one lucky person today. Leave a comment below… 

 

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