Desperate Times Called For Desperate Measures
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After the American Civil War, the Homestead Act of 1862 sent thousands of men across the nation. Many wanted (or needed) a new start. Others hoped to secure a fortune. Still others simply had a desire to explore their vast homeland. Once settled, loneliness set in, but women were scarce on the prairie. Ratios as high as one woman for every ten men caused them to reach out to families or former pastors about women who might be willing to marry them. A few ran advertisements in newspapers.
The mail-order bride industry grew quickly with matrimonial agencies springing up acting as brokers to arrange marriages. Some of the agencies produced catalogs in which women or men could place ads, while others used word of mouth or posted notices in church bulletins or local newspapers.
Why would a woman choose to become a mail-order bride? To travel hundreds, if not thousands of miles, to marry a man she’d never met, and might only know through a handful of letters?
Women in the last quarter of the 19th century could find themselves in desperate situations. Life expectancy was short, and children often lost one or both parents at a young age. However, because of the laws, or lack thereof, single females had very few rights. They could be shuttled off to another male relative or someone assigned as guardian, and the man could make whatever decisions he wanted without regard to the girl’s interests or wants.
Even a woman in her “majority” had almost no rights. She couldn’t vote, own property independently, or enter into legal contracts without a male guardian. Access to higher education was also limited with many colleges not accepting women as students, or if they did, allowing them to attend class but not awarding a diploma at the end. Career opportunities were also limited with only certain jobs considered acceptable for women.
Priced per word, ads were “short and sweet,” so unless the bride and groom corresponded, they didn’t truly know what they were getting. It is difficult to know how many of these couples experienced happily-ever-after. Few published memoirs or diaries about their experiences, and Gallup polls were a thing of the future, however there are many newspaper articles touting successes, and it seemed that most couples remained married. But, there were periodic “foibles.”
Apparently, one poor young woman was robbed on the way to meeting her groom, and thanks to a distinctive scar on his arm, she realized at the wedding that he was the culprit. Needless to say, she skedaddled. Another article published in Council Bluffs, Iowa reported that one couple turned out to be long-lost siblings that had been separated at a young age. She’d been married and widowed, so her surname had changed.
Dating apps have replaced newspaper ads, so perhaps we’re not so far removed from mail-order brides after all.
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Has she fled one untrustworthy man only to be stuck with another?
Ivy Cregg’s father is a gambler, but this time he’s gone too far. He loses his mining fortune and her along with it in a high-stakes poker game. Unwilling to go along with the deal, she hides out with a friend who tells her about Ms. Crenshaw, owner of the Westward Home & Hearts Mail-Order Bride Agency who is in town. The prospective groom is a wealthy man which seems like an answer to prayer until Ivy discovers he made his fortune in mining. Is he as untrustworthy as her father?
After emigrating to America to fight for the Union during their Civil War, Slade Pendleton moved West while working on the railroad, then headed to the plains of Nebraska to seek his fortune. He was one of the lucky ones and now has everything he could ever want. Except a wife. With the few women in the town already married, he sends for a mail-order bride. The woman arrives carrying the telegram that explains her need to flee, but now that she’s safe, she seems to have no interest in going through with the ceremony. Should he send her packing or try to convince her to stay?
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About Linda:
Linda Shenton Matchett writes happily ever after historical Christian fiction about second chances and women who overcome life’s challenges to be better versions of themselves. A native of Baltimore, Maryland, Linda has been scribbling stories since her parents gifted her a notebook in the third grade. She now resides in central New Hampshire where she works as a Human Resources professional and volunteers as a docent and archivist for the Wright Museum of World War II.
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Hello there! I’m Linda Shenton Machett, and I’m here to talk about Lady Goldrushers!
the California and Alaskan rushes, but the first rush of any size occurred in northern Georgia two decades before the California rush. In 1829, the tiny town of Dahlonega was overrun with men seeking their fortune after hearing about a find in the mountains. I decided that’s where my series would begin. The series continues with the Pikes Peak rush in 1859, followed by the 1899 Nome rush.
“We spent three days very pleasantly although all were nearly starved for want of wholesome food but you know my stomach is not lined with pink satin, the bristles on the pork, the weavels {sic} in the rice, and worms in the bread did not start me at all.”

Having been raised in urban and heavily suburban areas where houses are shoulder to shoulder and streets signs are on every corner, I get lost easily in rural and wide-open places. I’m used to directions such as “turn left on Poplar Street, then make your fourth right onto Elm.” Directions like “drive north for three miles, then head west for six miles” are a foreign language to me. My Girl Scout badges included cooking, games, home health, and drama. No camping, farming, or gardening for me. I now live in New Hampshire, and despite moving here twenty years ago, I still tremble if I have to head somewhere I’ve never been.

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Linda Shenton Matchett is an author, speaker, and history geek. She writes about ordinary people who did extraordinary things in days gone by. Her books are regularly praised for their accuracy and realism. A volunteer docent and archivist for the Wright Museum of WWII, Linda is also a trustee for her local public library.
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