THE 19TH CENTURY BRIDE: FROM THE MAILBOX TO THE CHURCH (AND A GIVEAWAY!)–by Nancy Fraser

As a reader (and author) of sweet, historical western romance, nothing gets me more excited than seeing a new mail-order bride story. While I can’t begin to imagine what these women went through, I can certainly create a scenario that seems plausible to me.

When I wrote my first mail-order bride romance, I did a lot of research and found some of the most hilarious recounts of how and where men found their match. Of course, it wasn’t always done by mail. There were many different avenues to explore should you be in need of a wife. Or, for that matter, a husband.

 

The Standard Mail-Order Bride

The most familiar scenario was the “advertisement”. This was also the longest process given the time it took for a letter to cross great distances during the mid-1800s (the height of the phenomenon). Generally, a man would place an advertisement in a handful of larger newspapers throughout the East and Midwest. The ads varied from short and to the point, to longer explanations. I found a wonderful example of these ads during my research and used of few of them to create a meme insert in my book, A Christmas Baby for Beatrice.

The Bridal Service/Matchmaker

The use of a matching service took a lot of the unknown out of the process. Applications for both men looking for brides and women seeking to be a bride were (hopefully) scrutinized by the person running the matchmaking service. Matches were made and, depending on the applicant’s preference, contact was then done via letters until the couple became comfortable, OR they went on blind faith that the matchmaker knew what they were doing.

Matchmakers, especially during the time of the gold rushes and land grabs, would often set up meet-and-greet parties, where you could meet face-to-face before selecting a partner. For the most part, these were among the most successful of all the matching types.

Matches weren’t always perfect and, occasionally, the bride was ‘returned’ which usually involved paying for their travel expenses back to where they came from. Or, by receiving a refund from the matching service. My very first mail-order bride romance, Seth’s Secretive Bride, was a mismatch that turned into a beautiful love story.

 

The Arranged Marriage

Arranged marriages were the norm among the rich, most often for business purposes of mergers or financial bailouts. Given most young women would never defy their father or mother’s wishes, these marriages often ended up cold and heartless. Children were only conceived out of a sense of duty, and husbands often took mistresses. Personally, I’m not a fan of arranged marriage brides. I much prefer a strong heroine who refuses to accept her fate. I’ve written a few of those. All with happy endings, of course. My latest arranged marriage story, Adela’s Solemn Vow, ended in rejection by the would-be groom. Thank goodness my heroine was strong-willed because she took it in stride and made a new life for herself with a much better hero.

 

The Church Marriage

Probably the least known form of matchmaking was those that were facilitated by the church. It wasn’t widely practiced but did happen when a newly ordained minister was single. The church, preferring a stable homelife for the man in charge of their faith, would find a suitable wife for the minister to marry.

My grandfather, Peter M. Weaver (b. 1860), was first ordained as a Methodist minister in Tennessee in 1884. His church arranged a marriage to Nancy Ann Melson (b. 1864), a lovely twenty-year-old from a nearby community, and so began my lineage on my mother’s side of the family. They had two children right away, a son and a daughter, born in 1885 and 1887.

In addition to his small country charge, my grandfather also covered two other remote areas on his circuit (not unusual at the time). When he was home, he and my grandmother ran a small farm to help feed their family. However, in 1909, at the age of 45, my grandmother became with child for the third time. My aunt Lillie was born in September of that year. My mother followed two years later in September of 1911. By the time both my aunt and mother were born, the two older siblings had children of their own, making both babies aunts to children older than themselves.

Despite my personal family history, a church-arranged marriage is the one scenario I’ve not attempted to write. I’m not sure why, but likely because it hits home too closely.

 

I’d love to hear what you think of the mail-order bride scenarios. Is there something you’ve not read that you think would make a good premise?

I have four signed/print books to give away. So, please feel free to comment for your chance to win.

Wishing you all a happy, blessed day!

Nancy

NANCY FRASER is a bestselling and award-winning author who can’t seem to decide which romance genre suits her best. So, she writes them all.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

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Packing for the Oregon Trail

Packing for Four Months on the Oregon Trail

I have to admit, packing for any type of trip is one of my least favorite past times. Don’t get me wrong, I love to travel. I just dislike the packing process, and don’t even get me started on unpacking. I’ve been known to go for weeks with a half-unpacked suitcase sitting on my bedroom floor.

While researching my newest release, Emily, part of the Prairie Roses Collection V for 2023, I took a look at what the typical family of six (3 adults, 3 children), would need to make the three-to-four-month journey. Here are some of the more interesting things I found:

The number and size of the wagons took was dependent on the number of travelers, but the average family traveled with two large, Conestoga-type wagons, with the canvas covers, and most often pulled by a team of oxen, rather than horses. They would also have two-three supply wagons, depending on whether or not they were taking inventory for an intended business in the west. The supply wagons would be pulled by either oxen, or horses, depending on the weight of the load. And, because there was rarely room to sleep in the wagons, the travelers also need bedrolls, blankets, and—if you were lucky—a few feather pillows.

 

Food stores took up the largest portion of their allotted supply wagon. While items could be replaced along the way at various settlement or forts, the time to get to those locations varied due to traveling conditions, so you never wanted to run out of a necessity. The basic food stores included:

  • 120 lbs of premade biscuits
  • 60 pounds coffee beans, ground when needed.
  • 4 lbs of tea
  • 100 pounds sugar
  • 200 lbs lard
  • Large barrels of corn meal in which eggs were stored to prevent cracking.  Corn meal was also used so they could make cornbread and johnny cakes.
  • 3 sacks of rice
  • 3 sacks of dried beans
  • Dried fruits, mostly peaches and apples. Plums were a rarity, but a treat.
  • 75 lb salt stored in a small wooden barrel
  • 300 lbs of bacon.  This was stored in large barrels of bran to prevent melting in the heat.

Tools/weapons were a necessity on the trail, and included:

  • Each man or teenage boy brought with him either a hunting rifle or a shotgun.  Sometimes pistols were brought, but usually by wealthier travelers.
  • Every adult family member had a hunting knife.
  • They bought tools to use once they set up a homestead.
  • Shovels to dig the wagon out of ditches.
  • Axes and mallets for repairs if the wagon broke.  Lumber was collected from trees.  Axes were also used to split firewood.

Clothes were minimal. In the hot summer months, the lighter weight the better since propriety still required being covered. Plus, lighter-weight clothing was easier to clean. A typical list of clothing items, included:

  • Coats
  • Rubber boots, work boots
  • Cotton dresses
  • Wool pants, Buckskin pants, Duck trousers
  • Cotton shirts, Flannel shirts
  • Cotton socks, wide-brim hats, sun bonnets

 Animals/and supplies were based on the number of wagons. As well, so was number of hired hands necessary to help cross the country. At least one man was needed per wagon, but preferable two. Plus:

  • Oxen: Minimum of 4-6, but it would be wise to have more
  • Milk cows (at least 2)
  • Cattle for both food and to start up ranching
  • Mules and pack horses to carry supplies
  • Riding horse (2 per wagon)
  • Bridle & blinders, tack & harness, mule collar, horse blankets, whips, pack saddle, saddle and saddle bags.

As much as I like to read about the old west, I’m positive I wouldn’t have survived the trip. I probably wouldn’t have survived the packing. However, I still love reading about it.

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Emily (Prairie Roses Collection – Book 26):

Newly graduated teacher Emily Prentiss has been granted an interview for a position in the small town of Barkerville, Oregon. In order to reach her destination, she takes on the job of governess for a wealthy family’s four children and agrees to travel with them by wagon train to Oregon City.

Miles Grainger owns the largest apple orchard on the west coast. He’s spent the past month in St. Louis attending to the estate of his late brother and sister-in-law. While he’s anxious to return to Oregon, he’s also overwhelmed by the added responsibility as guardian of his niece and nephew. While he knows everything about trees and fruit, he’s totally clueless about being a parent.

Despite her duties as nanny to her employer’s children, Emily offers to help Miles weather the problems he faces on the trail with two small children. Will their friendship develop into more during their time on the trail? And, once they reach their destination, will she be willing to give up her dream of teaching to become a wife and ready-make mother?

 

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One of My Favorite Scenes:

While he waited, Miles changed Peregrine’s nappy, disposing of the stinky part in the nearby pile of horse dung. Bottom wiped, he fashioned the weird shaped flannel cloth around the baby’s rump, and folded in the edges, just as Mable Parker had taught him during his first week in Saint Louis. Drawing a breath, he thumbed open this new-fangled contraption Mable had called a ‘safety pin’ and proceeded to anchor the edges.

“Ouch!”

From her seat on the driver’s bench, Periwinkle giggled.

He drew the pin back, ready to try again, when a soft voice at his side asked, “Do you need some help with that?”

Miles looked up into the huge brown eyes, and timid smile belonging to the famous storyteller, Miss Emily. “Yes, please. I think I have the folding part right, but these pins should be outlawed.”

“They are a wonderful, and time-saving, invention. However, they do take a bit of practice to master. Here,” she said, stepping forward. “Allow me.”

He stepped back, and handed her the tiny weapon, grateful the baby was in a docile mood, rather than his usual flailing arms and legs.

“You’re very adept at that,” he said. “You’ve obviously had your share of practice.”

She gave a small shrug of her narrow shoulders, and admitted, “Not really. This trip is my first as a governess. I do a lot of sewing. Pins are not that different from needles.” After tightening the wrap of the cloth, she slid the pin effortlessly through and locked it in place. “Do you have some soaker pants to go over his nappy?”

“Probably somewhere back in the wagon. We’ve been going pretty much bare legs because of the heat.”

“As long as you’re keeping him out of direct sunlight, I’d say he probably enjoys the light weight.” Once she’d laid the baby back in his basket, she stuck out her hand, and said, “My name is Emily Prentiss.”

“I’m Miles Grainger,” he said. “Thank you for your help.”

“Miles,” she said softly. “It’s nice to finally put a name to a face, rather than just think of you as Periwinkle’s father.”

“Oh, he’s not my father,” Periwinkle said from her perch on the bench. “My papa went to live with the angels. My mama, too.”

Miles waited for the tears to come, and was pleasantly surprised when they didn’t.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Periwinkle… Mister Grainger.”

“It was unexpected,” he explained. “Especially the part where my brother chose me to be their guardian.”

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Question for your readers: Do you think you’d have survived a trip along the Oregon Trail? And, if so, what would have been the one item you would refuse to leave behind?

I’ll award an autographed copy of my Prairie Roses book from last year, ELLA, to two winners from among those who comment.Nancy Fraser

 

NANCY FRASER is a bestselling and award-winning author who can’t seem to decide which romance genre suits her best. So, she writes them all.

Nancy was named Canadian writer of the year for 2021 by N.N. Lights’ Book Heaven, and her western historical romance, An Honorable Man for Katarina, won the National

Excellence in Story Telling (NEST) award for sweet romance. She was also named a “bright new voice in sweet/inspirational romance” by Independently Reviewed.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

 

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THE WILD WEST REVISITED–by NANCY FRASER

I have to admit, it had been a few years since I’d written a western historical romance. When a friend invited me to take part in a multi-author series she was putting together, I had to stop and think about it… for all of five minutes.

Of course I was in. The thrill of having to research specific to the topic of the series drew my interest immediately. Not to mention the notion of refreshing my use of language and syntax. It was a writer’s dream to step into a brand new world in order to create vibrant characters and historically accurate storylines. The additional lure of the sweet and inspirational romance had me jumping feet-first into long-forgotten territory.

One of the first places I turned was to my attic, where boxes and boxes of family archives awaited me. My grandfather was a Methodist minister in the late 1800s through the early 1950s, just after I was born. While he spent most of his career serving three different churches in the small towns of middle Tennessee, he also ventured west on two occasions. The first time, in 1904, was on a steam locomotive and then via stagecoach to the smaller, more distant locations. Then, in 1927 he bought his first car and returned to Colorado via the very rough beginnings of the roadway system we know now.

His journals from both trips provided me with hours of insight I may never have found perusing the internet. I used his accounts of his stagecoach rides in that first sweet historical, Seth’s Secretive Bride, and made sure my heroine got a firsthand experience when traveling to meet her mail-order groom, and in the most uncomfortable way.

I continue to refer to grandpa’s journals, along with historical archives of certain events and locations, with every new historical romance that I write. I also rely on his daily notes of faith when I’m adding a touch of inspirational affirmation to my stories.

Earlier this year, I wrote my first Oregon Trail/wagon train romance. That truly took some research, as well as a smidge of imagination. However, it wasn’t until I began writing my most recent release, Lily’s Luck, that I found myself in totally unfamiliar territory.

Based on the Oklahoma Land Runs of the early 1890s, I found the subject of reassigning land on a first-come, first-served basis fascinating. I devoured everything I could find, and even downloaded a map where I plotted out my hero and heroine’s journey to claim their homestead in the land run of spring, 1892.

My next historical western project, Millicent’s Miracle, is a Thanksgiving Bride book and it brings me back to the Midwest. The characters I’m writing about have already made an appearance in my earlier Oregon Trail book, Ella (Prairie Roses Collection). Now it’s time for them to get their story.

I hope you’ll consider coming along on my western romance journey with me. So far, it’s been a fun ride and I can only imagine it getting better by the book.

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