Another Kind of Alpha Hero

victoria_bylin_bannerAlmost two years ago my husband and I adopted a dog from an organization that rescues abandoned animals. His name is Hartley and he’s a Jack Russell / Beagle mix. He’s a tad bit . . . odd. He licks furniture (gross), and he’s terrified of little girls. Little boys don’t bother him at all. The poor dog doesn’t know how to chase a ball or play “Fetch,”  but he plays  catch by pushing the ball with his nose for a distance of about a foot. We roll it back anHartley&Misc029smalld he’s happy.

More than once, my husband has looked at our beloved mutt and said, “Hartley, you’re no Rin Tin Tin.”

That got me thinking about the famed German Shepherd who starred in the 1950’s TV show, “The Adventures of Rin Tin Tin.” In the show, Rin Tin Tin belongs to a boy named Rusty who’s been orphaned in an Indian raid. The boy and dog are adopted by the soldiers at Fort Apache and the adventure begins.

Rin Tin Tin TV ShowThe series was only one of Rin Tin Tin’s Hollywood credits. His fame goes back to films from the 1920s when he stared in several movies, many of them with western settings.  His continued to star in movies up through the 1940s, then moved to television.

The first Rin Tin Tin has quite a story. He was born in Lorraine, France in September 1918 in the thick of World War I.  He was just five days old when Lee Duncan, an American serviceman, rescued him from a bombed out war dog kennel along with the pup’s sister.  Duncan named the dogs Rin Tin Tin and Nenette after French puppets given to WWI soldiers for luck.

Duncan was fascinated with the abilities of the new breed known as a German Shepherd, and he became acquainted with the man who’d trained the dogs. He worked regularly with the dogs to teach them to perform on command.  When the war ended, Duncan took the two dogs to Los Angeles. Sadly, Nenette didn’t make iRin Tin Tin Moviet. She died en route from distemper.

Duncan returned to his job as a clerk in a hardware store, but his interest in dogs continued and he took Rin Tin Tin to dog shows. In February 1922, Rin Tin Tin amazed the audience at the  Shepherd Dog Club by jumping a phenomenal 11 feet 9 inches. Quite by chance, a man named Charlie Jones asked if he could try out his new camera that made moving pictures by filming Rin Tin Tin. Duncan said yes, and a film company later offered Duncan $350 to film the dog in action. 

It took a while for Rin Tin Tin’s career to take off. Duncan tried to a sell movie script starring his dog, but he found no takers.  It wasn’t until he happened on a film company struggling to shoot a scene about a wolf that Rin Tin Tin got his big break.  Duncan said his dog could do the scene in a single take, and that’s what Rin Tin Tin did.  The producer hired him for the rest of “The Man From Hell’s River.”  The success of that film saved the studio making it from financial ruin.  The name of that littlle studio on the brink?  Warner Brothers Pictures.

Rin_Tin_Tin_005-01The first Rin Tin Tin made 26 movies before he died in 1932. Warner Brothers didn’t want to lose their star, so the mantle was passed to the Rin Tin Tin’s son, known as Junior. The two dogs weren’t identical in appearance, so a publicity campaign began. Junior was the first dog to fly in a commerical airplane.  Duncan and Rin Tin Tin No. 3 later particiated WWII by training 5,000 soldiers and dogs for the war effort.

Thanks to protected breeding, the legacy of Rin Tin Tin continues today.  Every dog that has ever played Rin Tin Tin is related to the original one.  The most recent is Rin Tin Tin #11, born July 8, 2009.  May the legacy of Man’s Best Friend continue!

Kansas Courtship — Coming March 16th! Giveaway No. 2

momlogolihThe pub date for my next Love Inspired Historical, Kansas Courtship,  is Tuesday, March 16th. That’s just around the corner.  This is a milestone book for me.  When I sold to Harlequin in February 2002, I never dreamed I’d someday have 10 books to my name.  Well, Kansas Courtship is No. 10! It’s also the book I most enjoyed writing.

Here’s why . . .Kansas Courtship cropped

Kansas Courtship is book No. 3 in a three-book continuity series called “After the Storm: The Founding Years.”  That means I received the characters and  basic plot from the editors at Steeple Hill.  Two other LIH authors, Valerie Hansen and Renee Ryan, wrote the first two books, High Plains Bride and Heartland Wedding. (You’ve  met Renee here at Wildflower Junction.)  All three books are set in 1860 in a Kansas town that’s been devastated by a tornado.  As authors, we had to coordinate certain elements, which meant being in constant contact via email. 

I can’t say enough about these two women.  I loved working with both of them. Early on, I ran into a plot problem with the timeline for my heroine’s arrival in High Plains. Renee came up with the perfect solution. Not only did she solve the problem, she made the whole book more believable. Val had done a continuity before, and she knew how to keep us all on track.  I loved checking email and finding notes from these two wonderful writers.

Colvin Run Historic MillThe other thing I loved about doing this book was the research. My hero, Zeb Garrison, is one of the town founders and he owns a mill.  I knew zilch about mills when I started this story, buy my husband came to my rescue.  We were living in northern Virginia when I wrote this story, and he knew about Colvin Mill.  Colvin Mill is a fully restored 19th century mill that turned out to be a 30 minute drive from our house.  We had a great day watching the mill in full operation.

So far I’ve gotten several comments on the realism of the mill scenes.  I owe that accuracy to my husband and the docents at Colvin Mill.  We were there for a good two hours, watching and especially listening.  You can look at pictures online and in books, but you can’t usually hear what something sounds like.  I’ll never forget the music of the mill, and I used it in the book.  

Readers also seem  to be noticing the medical research.  My heroine, Dr. Nora Mitchell,women's dress 1860 is one of the first female physicians in America.  I wrote about a lady doctor for Harlequin Historicals, but that book was set in 1899, not 1860. Fashion changed in those 40 years, and so did medicine. I had to start from square one when it came to Dr. Nora’s training. 

I also had to educate myself on a particular kind of injury.  I was fortunate to be working for a modern day lady doctor at the time, and she set me straight on a few things. No spoilers (though I’m itching to say what happens!) but she saved from embarrassing inaccuracies. It’s not smart to kill off a main character by accident!  

Since I’m celebrating, I want to give away three more copies of Kansas Courtship.  We’ll do it like we did it last month.  Anyone who comments will be eligible for the drawing.  Good luck!

To order now or right after the drawing, here’s the link to Amazon:  Kansas Courtship.

The Little Ice Age of the 1880s

Vicki LogoOn Monday nights my husband and I get together with some friends down the street.  They live just eight houses away, so we walk.  No big deal, except last Monday it was snowing and my husband was at work.  I braved the cold and the wind alone, feeling the sting on my face and the ache in my fingers. In spite of my polka-dot boots, my toes were cold.

I had one thought as I kicked my way through the oh-so-deep ten inches of snow on my driveway.  I’m a weather wimp! Considering the amount of snow in the Midwest and the piles of white stuff in Virginia and Washington DC, I have nothing to complain about.  Our cars have good tires, and the county will (eventually) plow our street. I’ve got food in my fridge, electric heat and a fireplace. I’m as snug as the proverbial bug in a rug.Western-Chief-Rubber-Boots_96AB58A2

How different things were when America experienced what became known as “The Little Ice Age of the 1880s.”  

This period of intense bad weather began with the winter of 1880-81. If you’ve read The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder, you’ve got an idea of the intensity of that time.  Her books are fiction but largely based on fact. Set in South Dakota, the story portrays days and days of snow, white-out conditions, a lack of firewood and a food shortage. The snow was so deep the trains couldn’t reach the town with fresh supplies.

In Brown County, Nebraska, this winter is one of the most severe ever. The snow buried train in snowthe natural grazing, and at times it was so deep cattle could barely move. Thousands of head starved to death. Of the 3000 cattle on the Cook Ranch, only 800 survived. This winter had a secondary impact. Devastating losses forced cattlemen to shut down their operations, which opened the prairie to farmers and new settlement.

Ironically, the winter of 1881-82 was unseasonably warm. The average temps in the Twin City area were 27 F, but it ushered in a period of record breaking cold. For the next six years, winter temperatures (Dec. to Feb.) recorded in the Twin Cities area averaged from 0 F F to 9 F.

The cold weather in 1886-87 affected all of the United States but especially the West. Beginning in October, the country experienced waves of intensely cold arctic air, and snow cowboysnow fell much of December. These storms devastated the cattle industry. Winter began earlier than usual, and the summer had been unusually hot and dry. Some old timers noticed the tell-tale signs of a harsh winter–animals growing thicker coats, eating more food–but these natural warnings were largely ignored until it was too late to prepare.

The freezing temperatures killed cattle and people alike. White-out conditions made it impossible for people to see even a few feet, causing them to get lost close to their houses and thus perish in the cold.

cowboy in snowThe winter of 1887-88 offered a bit of a break temperature-wise, but in March 1888, the East Coast got a dose of the winter woes plaguing the center of the country.  A blizzard that came to be called “The Great White Hurricane” paralyzed the East Coast from Maine to the Chesapeake and killed 400 people.  More than 40 inches of snow fell in New York City. Major cities were isolated for days.

 How about you? Have you had enough winter?  Do you have snow in your yard, or are you basking in winter sunshine? I’m in Lexington, Kentucky with 6 inches of the white stuff on the ground and a midday temp of 24 degrees.  But you know what?  I’m fortunate indeed to be warm, cozy and safe.Kansas Courtship cropped

 

Coming March 16th! 

 Kansas Courtship!

Pre-order at Amazon:  Kansas Courtship, Love Inspired Historical, March 2010

Book Giveaway!

Vicki LogoWould you like to win an advance copy of Kansas Courtship? It’s my March 2010 release, but  I’m giving away three copies today.  To enter the drawing, just leave a comment below.  I’ll pull three names at random. 

This is Book #3 in the “After the Storm” series, a continuity set in 1860 in High Plains, Kansas, a town that’s been devastated by a tornado.  The first two books are High Plains Bride by Valerie Hansen and Heartland Wedding by Renee Ryan.  We’ll be hearing more from Renee on Saturday.

 Here’s the back cover blurb:

 Rising Storm . . .

Town founder Zeb Garrison is finally getting his wish–a qualified physician is coming to High Plains. Yet when Dr. N. Mitchell turns out to be the very pretty Nora Mitchell, Zeb is furious. The storm-torn town needs a doctor, but Zeb needs someone he can trust–not another woman who’s deceived him. If Nora’s going to change his mind, she’ll have to work fast. All she has is a one-month trial to prove her worth . . . to High Plains and to Zeb.

 

And here’s an excerpt . . .

Chapter One

 August 1860
High Plains Kansas

      “Look over yonder, missy,” said the old man driving the freight wagon. “That’s where a twister snatched up those children.”Kansas Courtship cropped

     Dr. Nora Mitchell turned on the high seat. With the dusty bonnet shielding her eyes, she looked past Mr. Crandall’s gray beard to a lush meadow. A breeze stirred the grass and she smelled loamy earth. With the scent came a whiff of the mules pulling the three freight wagons the last miles to High Plains. In her black medical bag she had the precious letter from Zebulun Garrison inviting her to interview for her first position as a paid physician.

     Never mind that she’d signed her letter to him as “Dr. N. Mitchell.” What difference did her gender make when it came to practicing medicine? None to her, but it mattered terribly to men with old fashioned ideas.

     She’d lived with that prejudice since the day she’d entered Geneva Medical College, the alma mater of Elizabeth Blackwell, the first female doctor in America. The prejudice had become even more challenging once she graduated. She’d interviewed for fourteen positions in the past year and received fourteen rejections, all because of her gender.

     You’re female, Dr. Mitchell. That makes you unqualified.

     Women shouldn’t be subjected to the vulgarities of medicine.

     Perhaps you can find work as a midwife. That suits your gender.

     She’d been close to despair when a cousin wrote to her about an advertisement in the Kansas Gazette. Wanted: a licensed physician for a new Kansas town. Compensation dependent on experience. Contact Zebulun Garrison, High Plains, Kansas.

     She’d posted a letter to Mr. Garrison immediately. Not only had he offered “Dr. N. Mitchell” an interview, he’d sounded enthusiastic. “Our current doctor is retiring,” he’d written back. “We are a growing a community in need of a skilled practitioner with an adventurous spirit.”

     Nora had pictured bustling shops and a busy church. She’d imagined delivering babies, setting broken bones and treating croup and sore throats. Those expectations had changed as she’d traveled with the Crandalls. She’d split the riding time between Mr. Crandall and his wife, a buxom woman who’d birthed nine children and never stopped talking. As they’d traveled from St. Joseph to Topeka, south to Fort Riley and on to High Plains, the woman had told horrific tales about Kansas weather. Two months ago, a tornado wiped out half of High Plains and devastated a wagon train. Most frightening of all, it had snatched away the children Mr. Crandall just mentioned.

 

To pre-order from Amazon, click here:   Kansas Courtship, After the Storm.

Good luck to everyone! 

Messy Brushes, Big Hair and A Strange Form of Art

Vicki LogoI can’t decide if the topic of this blog is interesting or just plain gross. My nose wrinkles when I think about it. I get itchy. My neck prickles. I don’t get this old Victorian practice at all, and it strikes me as too weird to explain.

This fascination started during a chat with my mother-in-law. We were looking at some of her treasures, things that have been in her family for a long time. One of those items was something I couldn’t identity. Hair receiver blue

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I don’t know what it’s called,” she answered. “But women used it to save hair they pulled from their brushes.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Why would they save it?”  (Anything that comes out of my hairbrush goes in the trash or down the toilet.)  

Neither of us knew, so I did some googling and discovered Victorian hair receivers, “ratts” and the lost art of hair jewelry. hair receiver 3

In Victorian times, just about every woman had a hair receiver on her dressing table. She also had a lot of hair. After brushing it, she’d cull the broken strands from the brush and put them in the container.  Hair receivers were typically made of porcelain, glass, wood or celluloid. They sat in plain sight and were generally quite pretty.  They’re most easily identified by the finger-sized hold in their lids, designed to allow a woman to push through the hair.

Hair receivers kept a dressing table clean and free from loose strands, but what do you do with the hair? Commonly, the collected hair was used to make pin cushions. The wad could be quite dense, and the oil on the hair had a lubricating effect on the pins. The hair could also be used to make small pillows.  The soft texture gave it an advantage over pin feathers, which could be prickly.

hair receiver girlThe collected hair had another common use. A woman’s hair was considered “her crowning glory.” As a result, Victorian women had elaborate hairstyles. To get the fullness and volume, they used “ratts” (sometimes spelled rats).  A ratt was made by stuffing a hairnet with hair, sewing it shut and inserting it into the elaborate coif.  A ratt, roughly the size of a potato, gave a Victorian woman her trademark “Big Hair.”

A lot of us probably have a lock of hair in a scrap book. I’ve got a snip from my oldest son’s first haircut. In Victorian times, this sentimental practice went far beyond a snip or two in a locket.  “Hair art” might have been the “scrapbooking” of its day.  It was considered a suitable occupation for young ladies and gave rise to a variety of interesting creations.hair on chain

Mourning brooches were common. With high infant mortality rates and the devastation of the Civil War, death was very much present. Jewelry made from the hair of a lost loved one was seen as a fitting memorial. Friends and family members often exchanged sentimental tokens. The hair used in hair art didn’t typically come from hair receivers. It was carefully selected for color and texture and had to be straight to get the desired effect. Hair jewelry is deserves a blog of its own. 

So what do you think? Are hair receivers gross or useful?  I’m still on the fence, but I’m in awe of women who made such good use of something I’d have thrown away.

My Hero’s Best Friend

momlogolihThe hero in my current manuscript is a bad-to-the-bone gunslinger. This guy’s got a terrible past, and frankly, when I started the book I didn’t like him at all. I spend about six months with my characters while writing a book, so it’s a problem if I’m thinking, “I can’t stand this guy. He’s a total jerk.”

I had to fix my hero, but how?  The answer came in the middle of a movie on the Sci Fi Channel.  Maustralian-cattle-dogy husband picked it and I can’t remember anything about it, except that the hero had a dog. As hard and dangerous as the movie character was (I think he was battling giant snakes), the fact he loved his dog made him totally sympathetic.

Bingo!  I decided to give my hero a dog. I gave the dog a name, taught her some tricks and got busy reading about working cattle dogs.

Cattle dogs come in all breeds and sizes. One of the most well known breeds is the Australian Cattle Dog. These dogs are called heelers because they nip  at the heels of the animals they’re herding.

Welsh Corgis are another breed of heeler. Having had a Chihuahua-Corgi mix as a pet, I can testify to being playfully chased by a dog determined to herd me to the fridge for snack.

If you’ve ever seen a Corgi, you know that their legs are short. Cattle dogs are bred for speed and endurance, but the Corgi’s stature has a different advantage. BWelsh Corgiecause they’re so small, they’re less likely to get kicked by an irritated cow. I’m biased here, but I love Corgis.  They’re affectionate, playful and intelligent. 

Border Collies are another common herding dog. These dogs are different from “heelers.” Instead of chasing a stubborn cow, a Border Collie would get in front of the animal and give it what’s called “eye.”  In short, Border Collies staborder-colliere down the animals they’re herding.

These critters have another unique trait. While other breeds drive the cattle away from the handler, Border Collies circle the animals and drive them back to the handler. Because of this instinct, some people consider Border Collies the best of all herding dogs.

I didn’t give my hero a specific breed of working cattle dog. Instead I took the best traits of the various breeds and come up with a loyal, intelligent canine with strength, speed and an independent streak.  The dog in my story is a mutt and has  a little wolf in her. I made her female, and like any good heroine she’s knows her own mind.  Never mind that she has four legs!  The hero loves her, and somehow that makes him a better man.

My Favorite Cowboy Christmas Songs

Victoria Bylin BlueFor the sake of this blog, I’m going use the term “cowboy” rather loosely.  That’s because one of my favorite Christmas songs is by a country artist who grew up in southern California.  He’s more likely to be seen at the beach on a surfboard than on a cattle ranch, but he looks great in a Stetson and that’s close enough for today.

I’ll tell you his name and where he ranks on my list of Cowboy Christmas songs in just a minute.  First, though, I want to say Merry Christmas to everyone reading this blog. By now, I hope you’re ready for the holidays (I’m not) and that you’re relaxing with cookies or apple cider. I’m not doing that, either.  Try as I might, I’m never early for Christmas but somehow I make it on time.  That’s one of the reasMerry Christmas cowboy horseons I like Christmas music so much. You can listen to it while you’re driving, shopping, wrapping, baking, decorating, etc..

For fun, here are my Top Five Favorite Cowboy Christmas songs.

No. 5 “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” by Gene Autry

The song itself isn’t what gets me, though it has a great story behind it. As the legend goes, Gene Autry, singing cowboy extraordinaire, recorded it in one take as the “B” side to another song on an old-style 45. The song went on to be one of the all-time favorites of kids and adults alike.

 Gene AutryWhat charms me about Rudolph is the romance in the TV special.  Here it is written in what romance writers call a “pitch” for a book:  “A young reindeer with a flawed nose must prove himself to Santa and win the heart of Clarice, the young doe who’s stolen his heart.” 

My husband likes the action in the show. Will Yukon Cornelius save the day? What about the Bumble? Will everyone escape from the Island of the Lost Toys? It’s a glorious moment when Rudolph lights up the night with his nose so bright and Santa delivers his load of toys. Things get even better when he kisses Clarice!

 No. 4. “Little Drummer Boy” by Johnny Cash 

Whatever Johnny Cash sings, there’s something raw and meaningful in his voice.  I like his version of this song a lot, but my all-time favorite was quite different. My husband and I were in church on a Sunday in December. The morning worship began with a solo drummer  marching across the stage.  The young man playing his drum that day must have been military, because his bearing was impeccable and his expression never changed. The rat-a-tat-tat of the snare drum still echoes in my mind.

 No. 3. “Mary Did You Know” by Kathy Matthea

I’m counting Kathy as a cowgirl because this is one of my favorite Christmas songs. I heard it for the first time just a few years ago. There’s something awesome and humbling about the lyrics: “Mary did you know, your baby boy will give sight to a blind man?”  Christmas is a time of healing, love and great gifts. That’s why I love this song. 

No. 2.  “O Holy Night” by Gary AllanGary+Allan

Gary is the cowboy-surfer crooner I mentioned earlier. I love his version of “O Holy Night.”  It gives me goose bumps.  It also reminds me of another time I heard this song.  I was fourteen years old and had gone to Bel Air Presbyterian Church for Christmas Eve services with a friend. Robert Goulet and his then-wife Carol Lawrence were part of the worship team. She sang, “Let There Be Peace on Earth.”  Mr. Goulet did “O Holy Night. I tell you, the rafters shook with the power of his voice.  

And last . . . Drumroll please . . .

 No. 1:  “Christmas For Cowboys” as sung by John Denver.  

The song was written by Steve Weisberg in 1975 and it speaks for itself.   Here are the words:
Tall in the saddle, we spend Christmas Day, driving the cattle over snow
covered-plains.
All of the good gifts given today, ours is the sky and the wide open range.
Back in the cities they have different ways, football and eggnog and Christmas parades.
I’ll take my saddle, I’ll take the reins, It’s Christmas for cowboys wide-open
plains.
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A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night, the stars overhead are
Christmas tree lights.
The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray, It’s Christmas for cowboys,
wide-open plains.

Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day, driving the cattle over
snow-covered plains.
All of the good gifts given today, ours is the sky and the wide open range.
It’s Christmas for cowboys, wide open plains.

May your Christmas be filled with good cheer, beautiful skies and wide open spaces.

Christmas Cards: Love, Art and Holiday Greetings

momlogolihThere’s something wonderfully personal about opening the mailbox and seeing a stack of Christmas cards.  The ones I get are generally from people I’ve known for years, some with new addresses, all with news and good wishes. The cards take me back to different times in my life.  It’s magic to see pictures of kids who grew up with my kids. When did they all get so big?  When did they start having kids of their own?  christmas-card-vintage-tree-mom

Having just moved into a new house, we went for two weeks without a mailbox. It was installed this past weekend, but I spent few days wondering if this year’s batch of cards would find me.

If you had to go through this experience too, how about having a permanent mailbox installed sooner rather than later? Then building a brick mailbox would be a great option for ensuring that it lasts for years to come. Not only would it add a classic touch to the exterior of the house, but it would also give you the peace of mind that my Christmas cards would always find you, no matter what. With a sturdy and secure brick mailbox, you can look forward to many more years of enjoying the special connection that comes with receiving holiday cards from loved ones near and far.

I also started thinking about the tradition of sending holiday greetings. How did it get started?  What were the first cards like?

The earliest commercial Christmas card was commissioned by Sir Henry Cole in London in 1843. You’ve got to give the man credit for being a good businessman. He helped introduce the penny post. Christmas cards gave people something to mail. The first year he offered Christmas cards for sale, he sold more than 2,000 at a shilling a piece.

victorian-christmas-cardEarly Christmas cards didn’t look like the cards we know today.  Rather than pictures of Santa and reindeer, artists created images evocative of Spring. Flowers, birds and fairies were among the most popular designs. Aside from Cole’s venture, Christmas cards were typically elaborate and handmade. They were cut into shapes like bells, birds and candles, and decorated with satin, silk and fringe. Some of the most elaborate ones fit together like puzzles.

Handmade greeting cards were small works of art (kind of like scrapbooking today, I think), but changes in printing and mechanization brought a drastic change to Christmas cards. Cards changed from being personal and handmade to being something people purchased. With the advances in technology, just about anyone could afford to send a holiday greeting.

Cards showed up in America in 1845. They were imported from Europe and expensive.  That changed thanks to Louis Prang. In 1856 he formed a lithograph company with a partner. They produced copies of famous paintings, then ventured christmas-card-pranginto “album cards” depicting landscapes and patriotic scenes. These cards were intended to be collected. In 1874 Prang began selling Christmas cards. The trend caught on. By 1881, Prang’s company was producing 5 million cards a year and the designs changed to include fir trees, children and toys.

Prang’s work stood out because he used the latest multicolor printing methods. His cards, designed by such famous artists as Frederick S. Church and Winslow Homer, had as many as 20 colors on a single card. Neither did Prang skimp on content. The verses in his Christmas cards were penned by such poetic giants as Tennyson, Longfellow and William Cullen Bryant. He also knew how to market his product. He regularly held design contests to find new talent and gave prizes for essays extolling the virtues of Christmas cards.

Prang’s cards ranged in price from 50 cents to $15.  Fifteen dollars was a small fortune then. (It’s still a lot to pay for a card!)  Today Prang’s cards, identified by “L Prang and Co” on the lower margin, are highly collectible.  He had another trademark, one that struck me as romantic. His wife’s name was rose. To honor her, he hid a rose somewhere on his cards.

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It’s no wonder William Prang is sometimes known as the father of the American Christmas card.  His cards dominated the market until 1890s when an influx of cheaper cards arrived from Germany. Rather than cut costs and quality to compete, Prang left the business. christmas-card-horses

Christmas cards are a long and enjoyable tradition. I admit to sending fewer than I used to (postage has gotten expensive!), but I still enjoy them. What about you?  Do you like serious cards or funny cards? Traditional or modern?  Santa on a sleigh or driving a Ferrari? After thinking about it, I’ve decided I like them all!

Merry Christmas a bit early!

What Are You Having For Thanksgiving Dinner?

momlogolihI love Thanksgiving! If my mom heard me say that, she’d laugh. Starting in 1960, it became tradition to have Thanksgiving Dinner at my parents’ house.  My mom cooked Thanksgiving Dinner every year for close to 40 years. By the twentieth time or so she’d had enough, but she kept going until I took over.  Considering we always bought the biggest turkey in the store, I’m guessing she baked close to a half-ton of turkey. thanksgiving-turkey

That’s a lot of white meat. And a lot of drumsticks! It’s also a tradition I want very much to continue in our new home. My sons love my turkey, a skill that came directly from my mom. She passed away in July and I’m miss her a lot. I also know she’s quite happy to not be baking yet another turkey! 

Here’s how she taught me to do it.  I bake the bird on a rack so the drippings get nice and brown. That makes for wonderful gravy!  I also cover the turkey with a tent made of heavy-duty aluminum foil.  I have no idea what the tent does, but the turkey comes out great.

My stuffing recipe came from my dad’s side of the family.  It includes Farmer John pork sausage, onion, celery, Mrs. Cubison’s stuffing mix (or Pepperidge Farms if I can’t get Mrs. C’s), giblets diced down to powder and–most important of all–a grated green apple.  It all gets mixed together the night before, cooled in the fridge and then baked in the bird. 

thanksgiving-mrs-cubbisonLet talk gravy.  Any tips to get rid of lumps?  My trick is to mix the flour in cold water until it’s the consistency of thin pancake batter and lump free. When I add the mix to the drippings, I have a glass of cold water on hand.  If the flour mix sticks, I pour in a bit of water.  It works!  No lumps.

thanksgiving-rhuttabagaHere’s a Bylin family tradition that usually makes people say, “Huh?”  Does anyone else have rhuttabagas as Thanksgiving?  They’re also called yellow turnips.  They’re good when mashed with lots of butter and a little sugar.

The rest of the menu is pretty standard. Mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes. Green beans or peas and carrots.  For dessert, though, I switch out pumpin pie for cheesecake. That’s another of my mom’s recipes. She cut it out of a newspaper back in the 1950s.  Here it is.

Mom Bylin’s Cheesecake

 Graham Cracker Crust

My mom use to grind up crackers with a rolling pin. I follow the directions on the box of ready-made crumbs.  Trust me, the box kind is much easier and just as good. I use a 9-inch glass pie plate and follow the directions for the baked crust. You’ll need butter or margerine and sugar.  Be sure to keep out about an 1/8 cup of the butter/sugar/crumb mix for a topping.

Filling

9 oz regular cream cheese (This used to be 3-3 oz squares, but I haven’t seen those in years)

1 8 oz carton of sour cream

1/2 c. granulated sugar

2 eggs

1 tsp vanilla

 

Soften the cream cheese. (My mom used to let it sit on the counter. I do it in the microwave on the lowest power, being very, very careful not to liquefy it.) Blend the cream cheese and the sour cream in a small bowl until it’s lump free (or as close to lump free as you can get it; tiny lumps will melt when baked.)  Set this bowl aside.

In a bigger bowl, beat the eggs, sugar and vanilla. Add the cream cheese / sour cream mix and blend thoroughly.  Pour into the already made graham cracker crust and baked at 325 degrees for 25 minutes, or until the middle looks done.  Let it cool.

 

Topping

1 8 oz. carton of sour cream

2 tablespoons of sugar

1 tsp vanilla

 

Blend in a bowl, then spread gently on the baked cheesecake.  Sprinkle with the leftover crumbs from the crust.  Bake for 5 minutes (sometimes less) at 450 degrees.  Refrigerate overnight and enjoy!

 

What about you having for dinner today?  Are you checking out Petticoats and Pistols after getting your turkey in the oven?  Or maybe you’re going out to eat? That’s fun, too. Either way, Thanksgiving Day is a wonderful time to count our blessings.  Here’s wishing everyone a time full of peace, love and the joy of family and friends.

Who’s Got Talent? Acting Up in the Old West

victoria_bylin_bannerHas anyone here been bitten by the acting bug? Maybe you sang in a high school musical or auditioned for a television commercial. Have you sung in a choir? How about Karaoke?  Have you ever taken the microphone?

I’ll confess to one group Karaoke adventure. There were six of us, all women.  We did a truly awful version of  “Lollipop” at a community potluck.  Thankfully this was before YouTube. Other than that one experience I’ve only been on the audience side of the entertainment world, yet somehow I’ve ended up with an actress as the heroine in my current manuscript. She’s given up her career to raise her two younger siblings, but she still has a heart for the stage.

What would her life have been like?  1870s-opera-singer

Interesting, to say the least!  The traveling theater troupes in the Old West offered a variety of acts with a varying degrees of sophistication. Shakespeare recitations were popular, and so were trained monkey acts, jugglers and acrobats. Singers performed everything from Italian opera to popular songs like “Home Sweet Home.”

There was something for everyone in a theater show, and the audiences were diverse. Reserved sections had cushioned chairs and catered to people with money.  The cheap upper balcony seats were available to folks with lesser means. The key here is that theaters brought large numbers of people together for the sake of being entertained.

This was a definite shift in how Americans enjoyed music, songs and storytelling.  Instead of enjoying these pursuits in their homes with family and friends, people became part of a crowd. We’ve all heard it . . . the thunderous applause, the collective gasp at a moment of drama. Going to a theater performance, then or now, is very different from listening to Cousin Lizzie pound out “Beautiful Dreamer” on an out-of-tune piano. Folks would be–and still are–entranced by a certain actor or singer and a star would be born.

actress-lotta-crabtreeAmong the most well known actresses in the west was Lotta Crabtree.  Born in New York City in 1847, Lotta traveled west to Grass Valley, California with her parents as a child. She started performing at the age of six and gained the attention of famous actress Lola Montez. Lotta was in the right place at the right time. The California Gold Rush brought countless miners to the gold fields, and they were hungry for entertainment. A singer, dancer and banjo player known for her Irish tunes, she become known as “Miss Lotta, the San Francisco Favorite.”

Just for fun, I want to mix in a little Hollywood. Do you remember Josie Marcus? She wasn’t well known for her stage roles, but she earned fame in Tombstone. She’s the actress who married Wyatt Earp. One of my favorite scenes in the movie Tombstone, (the one with Kurt Russell as Wyatt Earp) is when he and Josie go riding. The movie does a nice job of depicting the audiences that took in theater shows as well as the variety of acts that entertained those rowdy crowds.

tombstone

 

Life with an acting troupe didn’t include caviar and fancy dressing rooms.  opera-star-wt-carletonExpenses had to be covered by ticket sales, which could vary drastically.  If sales were low, the owner of the show (often the lead actor) might cancel the show and move the troupe on. For a popular show, extra performances would be added.  An opera company (“opera” here means light opera performed in English) would travel with a small orchestra and add local talent where it was available. There was no time for rehearsals, so that first show could be interesting for the audience and the musicians.

What about you?  Have you had an interesting experience on a stage?  Have you sung karaoke-style or been on television?  Maybe you play a musical instrument. I’m in awe of musical and acting talent and would love to hear about your experiences.

 

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