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October 1, 2025
Emma Crawford Coffin Races
At the base of Pikes Peak (America’s Mountain in Colorado Springs, Colorado) sits the small town of Manitou Springs. Restaurants ranging from 5 Star dining to a candy & hotdog stand line the streets. Shops hawking anything from Christmas baubles to cowboy décor entertain tourists almost year round, and locals know the hot springs put Manitou on the map. While I won’t say for sure that many come to town for a dip in the springs today, I can say there is one attraction that draws the crowds, both locals and tourists alike, every year and that is the Emma Crawford Coffin Races.
Born March 24, 1863 in Massachusetts, Emma Crawford realized her talent for music at a young age. Her mother was a pianist and music teacher and is credited with helping Emma nurture her talent. By the age of 12, Emma was giving her own piano lessons and public recitals. By 15, she rendered the music of great masters with perfection and was also skilled in playing the violin, viola, cello and the mandolin. But all wasn’t sunshine and happiness for Emma. She developed an illness believed to be tuberculosis before the age of seven, and in 1889, she and her mother moved to Manitou Springs in the hopes the mountain air and hot springs would benefit Emma’s condition. At the time, Emma was engaged to New York engineer, William Hildebrand, who was working on the Pikes Peak Cog Railroad.
Nature was Emma’s second greatest interest, with spirituality close on its heels. Reports indicate Emma (wearing a red dress) climbed Red Mountain, which she nicknamed Red Chief to honor the American Indians, Like other spiritualists in her day, she believed a spirit guide from the Indian world would protect her and that a spirit guide had the power to heal her health problems. Most didn’t believe that in her condition she could climb the mountain, but she swore she did and even left her scarf tied to a small pine tree at the summit. Her friend Bill Crosby is reported to have climbed the mountain the following day to find Emma’s scarf footprints.
Emma succumbed to her health problems on December 4, 1891. Before that, she made it clear she wished to be buried on the mountain’s summit. William Hildebrand tried to get a deed for the burial site but was denied. Emma was buried on the mountain only in a different location. Afterward, her grave was moved to the west side of the mountain and covered with a concrete slab; this was during the time Red Mountain incline built a power house and depot on the summit. Over time, the slope eroded and Emma’s coffin slid down the mountain into the canyon. In August 1929, human remains and a handle to a coffin were found. It was later determined the remains were Emma. At this time, the authorities were unable to locate any of Emma’s relatives, so Bill Crosby took responsibility for her. She was buried in an unmarked grave. In 2004, Historic Manitou Springs, Inc. finally erected a headstone near the unmarked grave.
In 1994, Manitou Springs was looking for new ways to promote tours and decided to incorporate Emma into their Halloween promotions, thus the coffin races began. Held on a Saturday close to Halloween, a parade kicks off the race. Teams consisting of five members (Emma and 4 mourners in costume), have to push a coffin down the street, all vying for ‘Coffin Race Winner’, ‘Best Emma’, ‘Best Coffin’, ‘Best Entourage’, and the recently added, ‘Coffin Cup’. The event is a lot of fun and one I hope to someday attend.
Born March 24, 1863 in Massachusetts, Emma Crawford realized her talent for music at a young age. Her mother was a pianist and music teacher and is credited with helping Emma nurture her talent. By the age of 12, Emma was giving her own piano lessons and public recitals. By 15, she rendered the music of great masters with perfection and was also skilled in playing the violin, viola, cello and the mandolin. But all wasn’t sunshine and happiness for Emma. She developed an illness believed to be tuberculosis before the age of seven, and in 1889, she and her mother moved to Manitou Springs in the hopes the mountain air and hot springs would benefit Emma’s condition. At the time, Emma was engaged to New York engineer, William Hildebrand, who was working on the Pikes Peak Cog Railroad.
Nature was Emma’s second greatest interest, with spirituality close on its heels. Reports indicate Emma (wearing a red dress) climbed Red Mountain, which she nicknamed Red Chief to honor the American Indians, Like other spiritualists in her day, she believed a spirit guide from the Indian world would protect her and that a spirit guide had the power to heal her health problems. Most didn’t believe that in her condition she could climb the mountain, but she swore she did and even left her scarf tied to a small pine tree at the summit. Her friend Bill Crosby is reported to have climbed the mountain the following day to find Emma’s scarf footprints.
Emma succumbed to her health problems on December 4, 1891. Before that, she made it clear she wished to be buried on the mountain’s summit. William Hildebrand tried to get a deed for the burial site but was denied. Emma was buried on the mountain only in a different location. Afterward, her grave was moved to the west side of the mountain and covered with a concrete slab; this was during the time Red Mountain incline built a power house and depot on the summit. Over time, the slope eroded and Emma’s coffin slid down the mountain into the canyon. In August 1929, human remains and a handle to a coffin were found. It was later determined the remains were Emma. At this time, the authorities were unable to locate any of Emma’s relatives, so Bill Crosby took responsibility for her. She was buried in an unmarked grave. In 2004, Historic Manitou Springs, Inc. finally erected a headstone near the unmarked grave.
In 1994, Manitou Springs was looking for new ways to promote tours and decided to incorporate Emma into their Halloween promotions, thus the coffin races began. Held on a Saturday close to Halloween, a parade kicks off the race. Teams consisting of five members (Emma and 4 mourners in costume), have to push a coffin down the street, all vying for ‘Coffin Race Winner’, ‘Best Emma’, ‘Best Coffin’, ‘Best Entourage’, and the recently added, ‘Coffin Cup’. The event is a lot of fun and one I hope to someday attend.
September 3, 2025
Madame Pearl DeVere
Born in Evansville, Indiana October 1859, Eliza Martin was one of five children to John (a Civil War veteran) and Nancy Marshall. She moved to Denver, Colorado at age 15 and found work as a prostitute. During this time, Denver was experiencing a down time in ‘business’ and Eliza moved to El Paso County (south of Denver), where she met Albert Young. The two married but lived apart. Eliza gave birth to a daughter and it’s believed she gave the child up for adoption. Around this time, she dyed her hair red, dressed in fine clothing and jewelry, and adopted the namesakes, Isabelle Martin and Mrs. E. A. Martin.
Having made quite a bit of money working in Denver, Eliza moved to Cripple Creek, Colorado in 1893. Located on the back side of Pikes Peak, the town was booming from gold strikes. She changed her name to Pearl DeVere and went to work as a prostitute, buying a small house on the famed Myers Avenue and hiring only the prettiest girls to work for her, as she herself was considered a beauty. A smart businesswoman, Pearl insisted her girls practice good hygiene, dress smart, and have a medical exam every month.
Pearl was also an avid rider and could often be found renting a horse at the livery to ride around town. Many of the ‘ladies’ favored the pastime, which was also deemed good business. Sitting in the saddle and decked out in their finery, they caught the attention of many men, especially Pearl. With a striking figure and known to never appear in public in the same gown, she caught the attention of wealthy mill owner, C. B. Flynn. They married in 1895, and a few months later, what is now known as the historic fire of 1896 swept through town, destroying most of the businesses, to include Flynn’s mill and Pearl’s house. To recover some of his losses, Flynn went to work as a smelter in Mexico. Pearl stayed in Cripple Creek, and with new buildings springing up fast, she borrowed funds from Orinda Straile of New York and built a new home for herself on Myers Avenue. Named ‘The Old Homestead’, the two-story brick home with its electric lights, running water, two bathrooms, and intercom and telephone had everyone gossiping. Coal stoves placed in upstairs rooms kept the second floor warm and cozy during winter months; fireplaces heated the downstairs rooms. Rich clientele flocked to The Old Homestead to enjoy not only the women who worked there, but the finest liquor and the scrumptious meals Pearl served, and to attend the lavish parties she held, at a cost to them of $250 per night.
Sadly, Pearl’s reign over her new establishment was short-lived. After an all-night party in June of 1897, she was having a difficult time unwinding and falling asleep. She asked one of her girls to bunk with her, and the following day, the girl found Pearl with her face in the pillow and her breathing heavy. A doctor was summoned, but there was nothing he could do to help Pearl; she overdosed on morphine and died that afternoon. Laid out in a rich ball gown, Pearl’s funeral was a grand affair, with mounted policemen escorting her body to Mt. Pisgah Cemetery. The service was quick, and afterward, the Elks Club band played, ‘They’ll Be A Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight’.
The Old Homestead continued under Hazel Vernon, from 1897 – 1916. Afterward, it became a boarding house and then a private residence, with owners discovering several original items they decided to share with the public. In June 1958, the house opened as a museum and remains so today.
Having made quite a bit of money working in Denver, Eliza moved to Cripple Creek, Colorado in 1893. Located on the back side of Pikes Peak, the town was booming from gold strikes. She changed her name to Pearl DeVere and went to work as a prostitute, buying a small house on the famed Myers Avenue and hiring only the prettiest girls to work for her, as she herself was considered a beauty. A smart businesswoman, Pearl insisted her girls practice good hygiene, dress smart, and have a medical exam every month.
Pearl was also an avid rider and could often be found renting a horse at the livery to ride around town. Many of the ‘ladies’ favored the pastime, which was also deemed good business. Sitting in the saddle and decked out in their finery, they caught the attention of many men, especially Pearl. With a striking figure and known to never appear in public in the same gown, she caught the attention of wealthy mill owner, C. B. Flynn. They married in 1895, and a few months later, what is now known as the historic fire of 1896 swept through town, destroying most of the businesses, to include Flynn’s mill and Pearl’s house. To recover some of his losses, Flynn went to work as a smelter in Mexico. Pearl stayed in Cripple Creek, and with new buildings springing up fast, she borrowed funds from Orinda Straile of New York and built a new home for herself on Myers Avenue. Named ‘The Old Homestead’, the two-story brick home with its electric lights, running water, two bathrooms, and intercom and telephone had everyone gossiping. Coal stoves placed in upstairs rooms kept the second floor warm and cozy during winter months; fireplaces heated the downstairs rooms. Rich clientele flocked to The Old Homestead to enjoy not only the women who worked there, but the finest liquor and the scrumptious meals Pearl served, and to attend the lavish parties she held, at a cost to them of $250 per night.
Sadly, Pearl’s reign over her new establishment was short-lived. After an all-night party in June of 1897, she was having a difficult time unwinding and falling asleep. She asked one of her girls to bunk with her, and the following day, the girl found Pearl with her face in the pillow and her breathing heavy. A doctor was summoned, but there was nothing he could do to help Pearl; she overdosed on morphine and died that afternoon. Laid out in a rich ball gown, Pearl’s funeral was a grand affair, with mounted policemen escorting her body to Mt. Pisgah Cemetery. The service was quick, and afterward, the Elks Club band played, ‘They’ll Be A Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight’.
The Old Homestead continued under Hazel Vernon, from 1897 – 1916. Afterward, it became a boarding house and then a private residence, with owners discovering several original items they decided to share with the public. In June 1958, the house opened as a museum and remains so today.
August 5, 2025
Roller Skating
Kids of every generation are always looking for some form of entertainment. Many listen to music. Others join the chorus at school. Those with a talent for playing an instrument sign on with the school band. Girls try out for the cheerleading squad while boys vie for a spot on the football or basketball team. While today’s youth feed the rumor mill or form life-long friendships using the latest app, previous generations hung out at the mall or movie theater. Some flocked to the bowling alley or local park. In the 80’s, it wasn’t uncommon for parents to drop their kids off at the neighborhood roller skating rink, to return for them hours later. But before the roller rink was all the rage, kids skated on sidewalks, and had keys to adjust skates to fit beneath their shoes. Before that…
Roller skating dates back to the 1700’s and London, England. While it’s not known who invented the 1st roller skate used in a stage performance, it has been documented the 1st roller skate in use took place in 1743. Two decades later, John Merlin is credited with inventing the 1st inline skate; a skate boasting two metal wheels but not easily maneuverable. Merlin wore them to a party and crashed into a mirror.
The 1800’s brought significant changes to the roller skate. Petitbled patented the 1st roller skate design in 1819. Although the design was deemed impressive, it again lacked maneuverability. In 1823, Robert Tyers patented a skate resembling the roller blades we know today; 5 wheels in single file on the bottom of a skate boot. 1857 saw the opening of the 1st roller rink in London. James Plimption designed the quad skate in 1863 (2 wheels in the front and 2 wheels in the back), and in 1876, the toe stop was patented. It wasn’t until the 1880’s that the United States devoted time and money to mass producing skates, thus becoming known as the 1st boom decade for roller skating. Before the 1880’s, public rinks had been open in New York since the 1860’s, but the craze spread west during the boom decade, with McCarty’s Rink opening in Dodge City, KS in 1885 among the other 50,000 rinks in existence.
The cost for a pair of skates was $6. In 1885, sales reached more than $20 million in the United States, and as the craze soared higher, people of all ages could be found gliding around the smooth wood floors. Businessmen skated to work. Amateur and professional athletes, along with sports promoters, also joined in on the fun. A 6 day race (March 2-8, 1885) was held in New York City, with the winner receiving $500 and a diamond belt worth $250. Thirty-six men signed up for the race. Eleven thousand were estimated to have watched. Newsboy William Donovan from Elmira, New York won.
Fast forward to 1970’s when disco came on scene. Many weren’t just out on the dance floor doing the Hustle, they were disco dancing on roller skates at the roller rinks, and movies were showcasing the fad. (Roller Boogie and Skatetown, U.S.A. come to mind). 1979 saw the launch of Rollerblade, Inc., owned by Scott Olson. In 1983, President Regan declared October roller skating month, and in 1993, Rollerblade, Inc. developed the Active Brake to increase safety for skaters. Whether young or old, a novice or a pro, rinks and roller blades are still in existence today, so if you’re inclined, get out there and have fun!
Roller skating dates back to the 1700’s and London, England. While it’s not known who invented the 1st roller skate used in a stage performance, it has been documented the 1st roller skate in use took place in 1743. Two decades later, John Merlin is credited with inventing the 1st inline skate; a skate boasting two metal wheels but not easily maneuverable. Merlin wore them to a party and crashed into a mirror.
The 1800’s brought significant changes to the roller skate. Petitbled patented the 1st roller skate design in 1819. Although the design was deemed impressive, it again lacked maneuverability. In 1823, Robert Tyers patented a skate resembling the roller blades we know today; 5 wheels in single file on the bottom of a skate boot. 1857 saw the opening of the 1st roller rink in London. James Plimption designed the quad skate in 1863 (2 wheels in the front and 2 wheels in the back), and in 1876, the toe stop was patented. It wasn’t until the 1880’s that the United States devoted time and money to mass producing skates, thus becoming known as the 1st boom decade for roller skating. Before the 1880’s, public rinks had been open in New York since the 1860’s, but the craze spread west during the boom decade, with McCarty’s Rink opening in Dodge City, KS in 1885 among the other 50,000 rinks in existence.
The cost for a pair of skates was $6. In 1885, sales reached more than $20 million in the United States, and as the craze soared higher, people of all ages could be found gliding around the smooth wood floors. Businessmen skated to work. Amateur and professional athletes, along with sports promoters, also joined in on the fun. A 6 day race (March 2-8, 1885) was held in New York City, with the winner receiving $500 and a diamond belt worth $250. Thirty-six men signed up for the race. Eleven thousand were estimated to have watched. Newsboy William Donovan from Elmira, New York won.
Fast forward to 1970’s when disco came on scene. Many weren’t just out on the dance floor doing the Hustle, they were disco dancing on roller skates at the roller rinks, and movies were showcasing the fad. (Roller Boogie and Skatetown, U.S.A. come to mind). 1979 saw the launch of Rollerblade, Inc., owned by Scott Olson. In 1983, President Regan declared October roller skating month, and in 1993, Rollerblade, Inc. developed the Active Brake to increase safety for skaters. Whether young or old, a novice or a pro, rinks and roller blades are still in existence today, so if you’re inclined, get out there and have fun!
July 2, 2025
National Day of the Cowboy
July is known for its warm summer days and stunning sunsets, for backyard barbeques and cold lemonade… for swimming pools and swimming holes… flipflops and sandals… sun screen and sun glasses. In the United States, myself and most Americans celebrate our independence from England on July 4th. Parades, hot dogs, watermelon, and fireworks have become synonymous with the holiday. Not only do we honor our ancestors and the battles they fought to keep our country free, we honor our way of life… our freedom, traditions, and family… the farmers who grow our food, the military who keeps us safe, and iconic figures such as the American cowboy.
Back in the day, unless you lived in a city or a town, ranching wasn’t just a way of life, it was survival. If you didn’t grow your own food or raise chickens and beef, you didn’t eat. And if you didn’t know how to ride a horse, not only could you not take care of your cattle grazing in fields, you most likely weren’t walking too far from your homestead. But cowboy-ing isn’t just ropin’ & ridin’, fancy spurs and chaps. It’s waking before dawn and not finding your way back to bed until after the sun sets. It’s long days in the saddle keeping the herd fed and safe… it’s frigid winter mornings breaking ice off ponds and hot summer afternoons chasing off predators. It’s mucking stalls and birthing calves… it’s blisters and sore muscles… forgoing supper to sit with a sick animal… It’s the air you breathe, the spit in your eye, and the grit in your soul. And that’s why we honor the cowboy every 4th Saturday in July.
The National Day of the Cowboy Organization filed a bill in 2005 with the Wyoming House of representatives to support preserving the state’s cowboy history and culture. The bill passed and as of July 2019, 15 states have passed their own bills honoring the cowboy, to include Montana and Oklahoma City where the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum is located. This year the National Day of the Cowboy is July 26th. If you live in a state where celebrations are held, I urge you to attend, and then, please come back to this page and leave a comment regarding the festivities. I would enjoy hearing about your experience.
Back in the day, unless you lived in a city or a town, ranching wasn’t just a way of life, it was survival. If you didn’t grow your own food or raise chickens and beef, you didn’t eat. And if you didn’t know how to ride a horse, not only could you not take care of your cattle grazing in fields, you most likely weren’t walking too far from your homestead. But cowboy-ing isn’t just ropin’ & ridin’, fancy spurs and chaps. It’s waking before dawn and not finding your way back to bed until after the sun sets. It’s long days in the saddle keeping the herd fed and safe… it’s frigid winter mornings breaking ice off ponds and hot summer afternoons chasing off predators. It’s mucking stalls and birthing calves… it’s blisters and sore muscles… forgoing supper to sit with a sick animal… It’s the air you breathe, the spit in your eye, and the grit in your soul. And that’s why we honor the cowboy every 4th Saturday in July.
The National Day of the Cowboy Organization filed a bill in 2005 with the Wyoming House of representatives to support preserving the state’s cowboy history and culture. The bill passed and as of July 2019, 15 states have passed their own bills honoring the cowboy, to include Montana and Oklahoma City where the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum is located. This year the National Day of the Cowboy is July 26th. If you live in a state where celebrations are held, I urge you to attend, and then, please come back to this page and leave a comment regarding the festivities. I would enjoy hearing about your experience.
June 4, 2025
Outlaw John Wesley Hardin
Hubby & I married when he was an airman in the Air Force, assigned to Scott AFB in Illinois. Just before the wedding, he secured an apartment for us off base. Two doors down was another young, married couple. They were the 1st people we met, and the husband introduced himself as, ‘John Wesley Hardin, like the outlaw’. I had never heard of John Wesley Hardin, but Wes and Sonya were wonderful neighbors, so nice and always willing to help. I wish we had kept in touch with them, but through military moves, we lost contact. I always remembered Wes’ introduction of himself and because of that, I introduce you to the John Wesley Hardin, the outlaw.
Born on May 26, 1853 in Bonham, Texas to Methodist preacher James Gibson Hardin and Mary Elizabeth Dixson, John Wesley was named after the founder of the Methodist denomination of the Christian Church. His childhood years, his father traveled the preaching circuit through central Texas before moving the family to Sumpter, where he established and taught school. John Wesley and his siblings attended, and in 1867, John Wesley and another boy engaged in a knife fight. The boy accused Hardin of scrawling a poem on the outside of the schoolhouse about a female classmate. Hardin denied the accusation and the two went at it, resulting in Hardin being expelled from school for having nearly killed the other boy.
At age 15, John Wesley challenged his uncle’s former slave, Maje, to a wrestling match, which John Wesley won. According to his biography, the following day, Maje (Major Holshousen) ambushed him, to which Hardin shot him five times. He rode for help, hoping to save Maje, but Maje died three days later. With Texas now a Union occupied state, Hardin’s father was of the notion Hardin wouldn’t get a fair trial and told Hardin to go into hiding. He did, and weeks later, lawmen discovered his hiding place. Union soldiers were dispatched to arrest him, and Hardin killed them.
Knowing he would be arrested if he went home, he fell in with outlaw Frank Polk. Polk had killed Tom Brady, and soldiers from Corsicana, Texas were in pursuit of the duo. Polk was captured. Hardin escaped and went on to teach school for a short time in Pisgah, where he claims to have shot out man’s eye to win a bottle of whiskey. Through his own words, the next few years he recounts shooting others, but January 1870, there were plenty of witnesses to a duel between him and Benjamin Bradley. The two were playing cards and Bradley wasn’t happy that Hardin was winning and went looking for Hardin later that night. He drew first and missed. Hardin’s shots hit Bradley in the head and chest.
January 1871, at 17, Hardin was arrested for the murder of Waco marshal Laban John Hoffman, which he denies doing. While in jail, he states he bought a gun from another prisoner. Later, two Texas lawmen were escorting him back to Waco when he claims he was able to overpower one of them and escape on the lawman’s horse. On the run, Hardin stated three lawmen, Smith, Jones and Davis, caught up with him and arrested him. In Bell County, he killed the trio when they imbibed too much alcohol.
After these shootings, Hardin moved on to Pilgrim, Texas where he met up with his cousins, the Clements. They talked him into saddling up for a cattle drive to Kansas, convincing him he could make some money. Liking the idea, plus the fact a cattle drive was a good way to escape those pursuing him, he saddled up… and met with more scuffles and killings on the trail to Abilene and afterward. While in Abilene, it’s noted he met up with Wild Bill Hickock and took on the alias Wesley Clemons. By 1872, he was back in central Texas and married Jane Bowen. Jane’s brother, Robert, was a cattle rustler. Hardin moseyed around with him, as well as meeting up with his cousins. August of the same year, John Wesley was wounded in a gambling dispute at Gates Saloon in Trinity. Two buck shots sank into his kidneys and for a long time he thought he wouldn’t live. It was then he decided to settle down and surrendered to Sheriff Reagan from his bed, asking to be tried for his crimes to clear his slate. But Reagan was going to charge him for more crimes than he committed and Hardin escaped from his jail cell, a reward of $100 offered for his capture.
Caught up in a feud between the Suttons and Taylors, thanks in part to his cousins alliance with the Taylors, Hardin admitted to an involvement to the gunning down of two Suttons. He fled to Florida for a spell, then found his way back to his wife and daughter under the name of Swain. Shortly after, he met with his own gang in Comanche, Texas to celebrate his 21st birthday. While at the saloon, he met up with Sheriff Charles Webb, who, when asked, assured Hardin he was not there to arrest Hardin. Accounts of the meeting between the two suggest that Webb was indeed there to arrest Hardin, that he was reaching in his pocket for the warrant. Hardin’s friends shouted a warning and Hardin killed Webb, with the help of his cousin Bud Dixon and Jim Taylor. Hardin fled. His parents and wife were taken into protective custody, and his brother, Joe, and two cousins were arrested. Later, all three were killed in jail. Hardin parted ways with Taylor, but in 1875, the leader of the Suttons, marshal Rueben Brown, was killed. Historians do not know if Hardin was involved in this, as his bio only mentions Brown twice. January 20, Governor Richard Hubbard offered a $4,000 reward for Hardin’s arrest.
Hardin again went to Florida. From there he was involved in other scuffles until August 24, 1877 when Rangers and local lawmen caught up with him on a train in Pensacola. He was found guilty of killing Webb on June 5, 1878 and sentenced to 25 years in Huntsville Prison. While there, he attempted an unsuccessful escape, was found guilty of other crimes, settled into prison life and became the superintendent of prison Sunday School. He studied law, and became bedridden for two years when an old wound became infected. (In 1892, he was described as 5.9 ft and 160 lbs, with hazel eyes, dark hair, and several scars.) His wife died while he was incarcerated, and Hardin went on to write his autobiography, of which some is overly exaggerated; he liked to fabricate details of his life and the people he shot, of which a lot cannot be proven.
At the age of 40, John Wesley was released from prison on February 17, 1894 after serving 17 of his 25 years. He went back to Texas and was pardoned that same year on March 16 and went to live with his children. July 21 he passed the bar and began practicing law. He had a brief marriage to a 15 year old in 1895 then moved to El Paso where lawman John Selman arrested him for brandishing a gun in public. The two engaged in an argument, with Selman’s father, also a gunman, approaching Hardin the afternoon of August 19, 1895. Hardin had words with him, and that night, in the Acme Saloon, while Hardin played dice, the elder Selmon entered and shot Hardin in the back of the head, killing him instantly.
Hardin’s last words were reported to be, ‘Four Sixes to Beat’.
August 27, 1995, a confrontation took place at Hardin’s gravesite. Several of his great-grandchildren wanted him relocated to Nixon, Texas, to be interred next to Jane. The other group, locals from El Paso county, moved to prevent this. Both groups had their own legal support, resulting in a lawsuit ruling in favor of El Paso county.
Born on May 26, 1853 in Bonham, Texas to Methodist preacher James Gibson Hardin and Mary Elizabeth Dixson, John Wesley was named after the founder of the Methodist denomination of the Christian Church. His childhood years, his father traveled the preaching circuit through central Texas before moving the family to Sumpter, where he established and taught school. John Wesley and his siblings attended, and in 1867, John Wesley and another boy engaged in a knife fight. The boy accused Hardin of scrawling a poem on the outside of the schoolhouse about a female classmate. Hardin denied the accusation and the two went at it, resulting in Hardin being expelled from school for having nearly killed the other boy.
At age 15, John Wesley challenged his uncle’s former slave, Maje, to a wrestling match, which John Wesley won. According to his biography, the following day, Maje (Major Holshousen) ambushed him, to which Hardin shot him five times. He rode for help, hoping to save Maje, but Maje died three days later. With Texas now a Union occupied state, Hardin’s father was of the notion Hardin wouldn’t get a fair trial and told Hardin to go into hiding. He did, and weeks later, lawmen discovered his hiding place. Union soldiers were dispatched to arrest him, and Hardin killed them.
Knowing he would be arrested if he went home, he fell in with outlaw Frank Polk. Polk had killed Tom Brady, and soldiers from Corsicana, Texas were in pursuit of the duo. Polk was captured. Hardin escaped and went on to teach school for a short time in Pisgah, where he claims to have shot out man’s eye to win a bottle of whiskey. Through his own words, the next few years he recounts shooting others, but January 1870, there were plenty of witnesses to a duel between him and Benjamin Bradley. The two were playing cards and Bradley wasn’t happy that Hardin was winning and went looking for Hardin later that night. He drew first and missed. Hardin’s shots hit Bradley in the head and chest.
January 1871, at 17, Hardin was arrested for the murder of Waco marshal Laban John Hoffman, which he denies doing. While in jail, he states he bought a gun from another prisoner. Later, two Texas lawmen were escorting him back to Waco when he claims he was able to overpower one of them and escape on the lawman’s horse. On the run, Hardin stated three lawmen, Smith, Jones and Davis, caught up with him and arrested him. In Bell County, he killed the trio when they imbibed too much alcohol.
After these shootings, Hardin moved on to Pilgrim, Texas where he met up with his cousins, the Clements. They talked him into saddling up for a cattle drive to Kansas, convincing him he could make some money. Liking the idea, plus the fact a cattle drive was a good way to escape those pursuing him, he saddled up… and met with more scuffles and killings on the trail to Abilene and afterward. While in Abilene, it’s noted he met up with Wild Bill Hickock and took on the alias Wesley Clemons. By 1872, he was back in central Texas and married Jane Bowen. Jane’s brother, Robert, was a cattle rustler. Hardin moseyed around with him, as well as meeting up with his cousins. August of the same year, John Wesley was wounded in a gambling dispute at Gates Saloon in Trinity. Two buck shots sank into his kidneys and for a long time he thought he wouldn’t live. It was then he decided to settle down and surrendered to Sheriff Reagan from his bed, asking to be tried for his crimes to clear his slate. But Reagan was going to charge him for more crimes than he committed and Hardin escaped from his jail cell, a reward of $100 offered for his capture.
Caught up in a feud between the Suttons and Taylors, thanks in part to his cousins alliance with the Taylors, Hardin admitted to an involvement to the gunning down of two Suttons. He fled to Florida for a spell, then found his way back to his wife and daughter under the name of Swain. Shortly after, he met with his own gang in Comanche, Texas to celebrate his 21st birthday. While at the saloon, he met up with Sheriff Charles Webb, who, when asked, assured Hardin he was not there to arrest Hardin. Accounts of the meeting between the two suggest that Webb was indeed there to arrest Hardin, that he was reaching in his pocket for the warrant. Hardin’s friends shouted a warning and Hardin killed Webb, with the help of his cousin Bud Dixon and Jim Taylor. Hardin fled. His parents and wife were taken into protective custody, and his brother, Joe, and two cousins were arrested. Later, all three were killed in jail. Hardin parted ways with Taylor, but in 1875, the leader of the Suttons, marshal Rueben Brown, was killed. Historians do not know if Hardin was involved in this, as his bio only mentions Brown twice. January 20, Governor Richard Hubbard offered a $4,000 reward for Hardin’s arrest.
Hardin again went to Florida. From there he was involved in other scuffles until August 24, 1877 when Rangers and local lawmen caught up with him on a train in Pensacola. He was found guilty of killing Webb on June 5, 1878 and sentenced to 25 years in Huntsville Prison. While there, he attempted an unsuccessful escape, was found guilty of other crimes, settled into prison life and became the superintendent of prison Sunday School. He studied law, and became bedridden for two years when an old wound became infected. (In 1892, he was described as 5.9 ft and 160 lbs, with hazel eyes, dark hair, and several scars.) His wife died while he was incarcerated, and Hardin went on to write his autobiography, of which some is overly exaggerated; he liked to fabricate details of his life and the people he shot, of which a lot cannot be proven.
At the age of 40, John Wesley was released from prison on February 17, 1894 after serving 17 of his 25 years. He went back to Texas and was pardoned that same year on March 16 and went to live with his children. July 21 he passed the bar and began practicing law. He had a brief marriage to a 15 year old in 1895 then moved to El Paso where lawman John Selman arrested him for brandishing a gun in public. The two engaged in an argument, with Selman’s father, also a gunman, approaching Hardin the afternoon of August 19, 1895. Hardin had words with him, and that night, in the Acme Saloon, while Hardin played dice, the elder Selmon entered and shot Hardin in the back of the head, killing him instantly.
Hardin’s last words were reported to be, ‘Four Sixes to Beat’.
August 27, 1995, a confrontation took place at Hardin’s gravesite. Several of his great-grandchildren wanted him relocated to Nixon, Texas, to be interred next to Jane. The other group, locals from El Paso county, moved to prevent this. Both groups had their own legal support, resulting in a lawsuit ruling in favor of El Paso county.
April 4, 2025
Character Interview with Bailey Bennett
Greetings, readers. I’m hanging out backstage at Ringo’s Casino with country music’s sweetheart, Bailey Bennett. She’s just finished the day’s rehearsals for her summer tour and has agreed to chat with me before a costume fitting. Following her into her dressing room, I expected to find numerous photos of Bailey hanging on the walls and many of her awards littering tables. But such is not the case. The only photograph on the cream-colored walls is a painting of cowboys galloping across a field, and except for a glass of tea, the two small tables flanking the plush sofa are bare. A wardrobe on wheels hugs the wall directly across from the sofa, the hangars holding various western shirts and denims. A makeup chair faces the lighted mirror on the back wall, the shelves below the mirror housing an array of makeup, brushes, and hair products. Bailey gestures for me to take a seat on the sofa, then sits next to me.
Thank you for meeting with me this afternoon, Bailey. My readers are eager to know you better.
“My pleasure.” She gestures to the small refrigerator in the front corner. “Would you like something to drink? I have iced tea or soda.”
I decline the offer and get right to the questions. Tell us a bit about The Singer Ropes A Cowboy.
The Singer Ropes A Cowboy is the tale of how Chip and I met. He’s my better half, and my favorite person in the entire world. My twin sister, Barbie, is a close second. Chip and I met last fall in New York City. Barbie and I were in Manhattan to buy Bella Cosmetics, something she’s wanted for a long time. I was also in the city to look over a racehorse at Belmont Park. My sister-in-law said the filly loathed racing and was in need of a good home. Chip was working Belmont that day I went to see Potent Polly, and by his side was a mangy looking pinto. He explained someone had abused her and he was nursing her back to health. He also was quick to inform me Polly was enamored with the pinto and wouldn’t leave her side, hence if I purchased Polly and brought to the family ranch in Reno, the pinto would come, too.
In my initial meeting Chip, it was easy to see he had a way with horses. The abused pinto adored him and Polly did, too. To make the acclimation from Belmont to Reno as easy as possible for the horses, I hired Chip to come with us. Not only did I find his softness for the pair endearing, his dark eyes and muscles were irresistible. Looking back on those few days in the city, I have to say that even though Chip and I started off on the wrong foot, asking him to come to Reno with me was the best decision I’ve ever made. Life without him isn’t worth living.
What did you think the 1st time you saw Chip? That morning at Belmont, she begins, running her fingers through her long dark hair, I was instantly attracted to his rugged handsomeness and his muscles. But then, he spoke, and something in his tone suggested he knew me… that he believed some or all of the gossip surrounding me. I tried to put him at ease, get him to smile, but he rebuked my efforts and made it clear there was nothing I could do or say to change his opinion of me. Funny thing is, even when he was glaring at me, I couldn’t seem to stop my stomach from somersaulting.
What was your 2nd thought? That I should keep my distance, but then, keeping the two horses together was a concern, and with the pinto only trusting Chip, I thought it best to ask him to hire on with me… until I ran into him at a nightclub. His sneer for me and the cameras that night was worse than at the track, and something inside was sure him and I working together was most definitely not a good idea. I said my goodbyes and promised myself to steer clear of him. But those dark eyes… and those muscles… (Bailey inhales sharply.)
Anyway, Chip needed the job I offered that night at club, to help his family, and wormed his way into my good graces. I still had reservations, but as Barbie was quick to point out, my attraction for Chip wasn’t going to fade any time soon, that he was the 1st man I took an interest in since breaking off with John. She urged me to bring him to Reno, to give him a chance to prove there was more to him than brawn and a never-ending glare. And if not, I could always send him back to New York. I took her advice, and never regretted it.
What do you like most about Chip? His honesty. His dedication to his family, and to me. Whether I’m at his side or thousands of miles away, I know he loves me. I feel his commitment to me deep in my bones.
How would you describe Chip? Kind, caring, trustworthy. Patient with the world I live in. Protective, hard-working; a man who was born to take care of animals.
How would Chip describe you? Hmmm… (She pauses for a sip of tea. From the glass I noticed on the table upon entering the room.) Full of anxiety… impatient… unease. I think he understands it took many years for me realize the type of fame I have, to learn how to live within the realm of the entertainment industry while keeping as much of my personal life as I can out of the tabloids. I’m sure he would be quick to say I’m also dedicated to my family and my horses, but above all, he would say I love him with everything that I am.
What is your biggest fear? At the moment, life is good. Beyond anything I imagined my teenage years. I have money, and a comfortable home. If I woke up tomorrow and found my voice was gone, I’d wouldn’t care, because I know in my heart that no matter what the future brings, Chip will always love me.
How do you relax? I take a few weeks off in the fall from singing to unwind, usually at Bennett Ranch. Just recently, Chip and I vacationed in Italy over the new year. I’m thinking him and I in Hawaii to usher in the next new year.
Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Well… she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip for a long moment. You can’t tell Chip, but I see him and me married and living in our own home somewhere on Bennett Ranch. I’m still turning out albums and touring during the summer months. Our son accompanies me on the tour bus so Chip can finish his schooling while tackling the ins and outs of opening his own veterinary office.
Thank you for talking with me this afternoon, Bailey. I’m sure my readers have a better understanding of who you are and look forward to reading your story.
The Singer Ropes A Cowboy is available through Amazon in both E-book and paperback.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CW1J88PH
Thank you for meeting with me this afternoon, Bailey. My readers are eager to know you better.
“My pleasure.” She gestures to the small refrigerator in the front corner. “Would you like something to drink? I have iced tea or soda.”
I decline the offer and get right to the questions. Tell us a bit about The Singer Ropes A Cowboy.
The Singer Ropes A Cowboy is the tale of how Chip and I met. He’s my better half, and my favorite person in the entire world. My twin sister, Barbie, is a close second. Chip and I met last fall in New York City. Barbie and I were in Manhattan to buy Bella Cosmetics, something she’s wanted for a long time. I was also in the city to look over a racehorse at Belmont Park. My sister-in-law said the filly loathed racing and was in need of a good home. Chip was working Belmont that day I went to see Potent Polly, and by his side was a mangy looking pinto. He explained someone had abused her and he was nursing her back to health. He also was quick to inform me Polly was enamored with the pinto and wouldn’t leave her side, hence if I purchased Polly and brought to the family ranch in Reno, the pinto would come, too.
In my initial meeting Chip, it was easy to see he had a way with horses. The abused pinto adored him and Polly did, too. To make the acclimation from Belmont to Reno as easy as possible for the horses, I hired Chip to come with us. Not only did I find his softness for the pair endearing, his dark eyes and muscles were irresistible. Looking back on those few days in the city, I have to say that even though Chip and I started off on the wrong foot, asking him to come to Reno with me was the best decision I’ve ever made. Life without him isn’t worth living.
What did you think the 1st time you saw Chip? That morning at Belmont, she begins, running her fingers through her long dark hair, I was instantly attracted to his rugged handsomeness and his muscles. But then, he spoke, and something in his tone suggested he knew me… that he believed some or all of the gossip surrounding me. I tried to put him at ease, get him to smile, but he rebuked my efforts and made it clear there was nothing I could do or say to change his opinion of me. Funny thing is, even when he was glaring at me, I couldn’t seem to stop my stomach from somersaulting.
What was your 2nd thought? That I should keep my distance, but then, keeping the two horses together was a concern, and with the pinto only trusting Chip, I thought it best to ask him to hire on with me… until I ran into him at a nightclub. His sneer for me and the cameras that night was worse than at the track, and something inside was sure him and I working together was most definitely not a good idea. I said my goodbyes and promised myself to steer clear of him. But those dark eyes… and those muscles… (Bailey inhales sharply.)
Anyway, Chip needed the job I offered that night at club, to help his family, and wormed his way into my good graces. I still had reservations, but as Barbie was quick to point out, my attraction for Chip wasn’t going to fade any time soon, that he was the 1st man I took an interest in since breaking off with John. She urged me to bring him to Reno, to give him a chance to prove there was more to him than brawn and a never-ending glare. And if not, I could always send him back to New York. I took her advice, and never regretted it.
What do you like most about Chip? His honesty. His dedication to his family, and to me. Whether I’m at his side or thousands of miles away, I know he loves me. I feel his commitment to me deep in my bones.
How would you describe Chip? Kind, caring, trustworthy. Patient with the world I live in. Protective, hard-working; a man who was born to take care of animals.
How would Chip describe you? Hmmm… (She pauses for a sip of tea. From the glass I noticed on the table upon entering the room.) Full of anxiety… impatient… unease. I think he understands it took many years for me realize the type of fame I have, to learn how to live within the realm of the entertainment industry while keeping as much of my personal life as I can out of the tabloids. I’m sure he would be quick to say I’m also dedicated to my family and my horses, but above all, he would say I love him with everything that I am.
What is your biggest fear? At the moment, life is good. Beyond anything I imagined my teenage years. I have money, and a comfortable home. If I woke up tomorrow and found my voice was gone, I’d wouldn’t care, because I know in my heart that no matter what the future brings, Chip will always love me.
How do you relax? I take a few weeks off in the fall from singing to unwind, usually at Bennett Ranch. Just recently, Chip and I vacationed in Italy over the new year. I’m thinking him and I in Hawaii to usher in the next new year.
Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Well… she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip for a long moment. You can’t tell Chip, but I see him and me married and living in our own home somewhere on Bennett Ranch. I’m still turning out albums and touring during the summer months. Our son accompanies me on the tour bus so Chip can finish his schooling while tackling the ins and outs of opening his own veterinary office.
Thank you for talking with me this afternoon, Bailey. I’m sure my readers have a better understanding of who you are and look forward to reading your story.
The Singer Ropes A Cowboy is available through Amazon in both E-book and paperback.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CW1J88PH
March 5, 2025
Writer's Block
Every year, I schedule time in November and December to write next year’s blogs, and every year, I get down to the last blog and either can’t decide on a topic or just don’t have the ‘umph’ to get it written. As I’m writing this, it’s December 12th and I’ve fallen into the same ho-hum doldrums. I have 2 topics simmering in the back of my mind, but neither interest me. The same with the research. Maybe it’s the rush of the Christmas season to get everything done; gifts bought and wrapped, the tree trimmed, meals planned and cooked, and of course, walking Harley on the days when the temps are above 40 that has my muse longing for a stretch of time off. But then, this morning, it hit me. Writing a last blog is akin to writer’s block.
There are a handful of memes centering around what people think a day in the life of an author is like vs. what a day in the life of an author is actually like. Most authors can attest to days of staring at the computer screen and thinking, ‘what happens next?’ That question can bring on vague ideas of which direction to take the story, the ‘what if I did this, or what if I did that?’ Most of those ideas will be discarded, because just like my final blog, the author either isn’t crazy about them or something—instinct, perhaps—is suggesting none of said ideas is the way to go.
Or, numbingly staring at the computer screen could just be plain ole fashion brain fog.
I really hate when brain fog hits. Mostly because I hate being idle and feel as though I’ve wasted an entire day. Other times, it’s frustrating thinking how on earth could I have been focused and on track yesterday and today I have nothing? So, what do I do to ease the anxiety? First and foremost, I have learned to Not edit what I’ve previously written. I’ve made a mess out of perfectly well-written scenes and chapters by doing that. Second, I’ve learned to not beat myself up for having a non-productive day. For whatever reason, the muse needs a break and it’s in my best interest to honor that. Third, I have found cleaning helps restore the muse. I think it’s the physical activity that releases whatever is blocking the muse and puts her and me back on track. With hands dirty, scenes and conversations vividly come to me and I’m running for paper and pen to write it all down before I forget. Later, when I return to the computer, most of what I’ve jotted down finds its way into the story. It may not be exact, but it does get me going again. And the same can be said today. I feel energized and at peace. I pushed through the fog and disinterest and wrote this last blog for 2025!
There are a handful of memes centering around what people think a day in the life of an author is like vs. what a day in the life of an author is actually like. Most authors can attest to days of staring at the computer screen and thinking, ‘what happens next?’ That question can bring on vague ideas of which direction to take the story, the ‘what if I did this, or what if I did that?’ Most of those ideas will be discarded, because just like my final blog, the author either isn’t crazy about them or something—instinct, perhaps—is suggesting none of said ideas is the way to go.
Or, numbingly staring at the computer screen could just be plain ole fashion brain fog.
I really hate when brain fog hits. Mostly because I hate being idle and feel as though I’ve wasted an entire day. Other times, it’s frustrating thinking how on earth could I have been focused and on track yesterday and today I have nothing? So, what do I do to ease the anxiety? First and foremost, I have learned to Not edit what I’ve previously written. I’ve made a mess out of perfectly well-written scenes and chapters by doing that. Second, I’ve learned to not beat myself up for having a non-productive day. For whatever reason, the muse needs a break and it’s in my best interest to honor that. Third, I have found cleaning helps restore the muse. I think it’s the physical activity that releases whatever is blocking the muse and puts her and me back on track. With hands dirty, scenes and conversations vividly come to me and I’m running for paper and pen to write it all down before I forget. Later, when I return to the computer, most of what I’ve jotted down finds its way into the story. It may not be exact, but it does get me going again. And the same can be said today. I feel energized and at peace. I pushed through the fog and disinterest and wrote this last blog for 2025!
December 4, 2024
My Favorite Christmas Movies
September 1st thru December 31st always seems to go by in the blink of an eye. Labor Day kicks off these 4 months, followed by the start of the NFL Season and everything pumpkin. Leaves change colors and fall off tree branches. Halloween rounds out the month of October, and then most of America swarms the grocery stores for turkeys, sweet potatoes, and pies. Then, Bam! it’s Christmas everywhere (maybe even before the turkey goes into the oven). Every year I make a schedule for decorating, shopping, wrapping presents, and yes, even writing blogs. Some years everything goes accordingly. Other years, not so much. But one thing I don’t let anything deter me from is Christmas movies. Below is my must-see movies every year.
White Christmas-- Somewhere back when I was young, Vera-Ellen captured my attention with her dancing. (She is and always will be my favorite dancer.) I remember seeing her in this movie and how in awe of her I was. I really didn’t pay much attention to the other stars, especially Rosemary Clooney, and their singing (except for Bing Crosby’s White Christmas), but as the years went by, I took more notice of Bing, Danny Kaye and Ms. Clooney. Now, I eagerly look forward to this movie, know most of the speaking lines by heart, and always choke up at the end. And I have a better appreciation for Ms. Clooney. Her voice in Love, You Did Me Wrong is exquisite.
A Christmas Story-- Hubby introduced me to this movie back in the 90’s. I’d never heard of it and laughed so much, and so hard, that I had to have it on video. Then, I bought it for my nephews, who started mimicking Ralphie and Randy so much that Grandma took the movie away from them, lol. This is another movie I eagerly look forward to each year and know the lines by heart. It’s charming, set in an era I adore, and I laugh just as much as I did the 1st time I watched it. Christmas Day, TNT runs it for 24 hours and I always have it on in the background.
Home Alone 2: Lost in New York-- Home Alone in itself is funny, but I love New York City and prefer this one. I get to see some of my favorite areas in the city, can smell and taste the pizza Kevin enjoys in the limo, and the scene with the bricks still makes me laugh so hard that I cry.
Elf-- Another must-see, not only because it takes place in NYC, but because it is hilarious. Will Farrell not only captures the innocence of an over-sized elf, he reminds us life is meant to be enjoyed with those we hold dear in our hearts. The part with the syrup and spaghetti… while I cringe outwardly, I laugh on the inside. (It’s an Italian thing…)
Hallmark-- Right around Thanksgiving, I start gearing up for the onslaught of Hallmark movies. I know, most will say the plot is the same, and I suppose in some ways it is, but Hallmark movies bring joy to those who watch them. They allow us to step into someone’s life and destress from our own insanities that come with this time of year, and they serve to remind us that love really can conquer all. My favorite Hallmark Christmas movie is A Holiday Spectacular, featuring the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes.
Now that you know some of my favorites, leave a comment with some of your favorites, and let me know what your preferred snack is when watching. I tend to lean toward cookies or popcorn.
Merry Christmas, Everyone & Happy Movie Watching!
White Christmas-- Somewhere back when I was young, Vera-Ellen captured my attention with her dancing. (She is and always will be my favorite dancer.) I remember seeing her in this movie and how in awe of her I was. I really didn’t pay much attention to the other stars, especially Rosemary Clooney, and their singing (except for Bing Crosby’s White Christmas), but as the years went by, I took more notice of Bing, Danny Kaye and Ms. Clooney. Now, I eagerly look forward to this movie, know most of the speaking lines by heart, and always choke up at the end. And I have a better appreciation for Ms. Clooney. Her voice in Love, You Did Me Wrong is exquisite.
A Christmas Story-- Hubby introduced me to this movie back in the 90’s. I’d never heard of it and laughed so much, and so hard, that I had to have it on video. Then, I bought it for my nephews, who started mimicking Ralphie and Randy so much that Grandma took the movie away from them, lol. This is another movie I eagerly look forward to each year and know the lines by heart. It’s charming, set in an era I adore, and I laugh just as much as I did the 1st time I watched it. Christmas Day, TNT runs it for 24 hours and I always have it on in the background.
Home Alone 2: Lost in New York-- Home Alone in itself is funny, but I love New York City and prefer this one. I get to see some of my favorite areas in the city, can smell and taste the pizza Kevin enjoys in the limo, and the scene with the bricks still makes me laugh so hard that I cry.
Elf-- Another must-see, not only because it takes place in NYC, but because it is hilarious. Will Farrell not only captures the innocence of an over-sized elf, he reminds us life is meant to be enjoyed with those we hold dear in our hearts. The part with the syrup and spaghetti… while I cringe outwardly, I laugh on the inside. (It’s an Italian thing…)
Hallmark-- Right around Thanksgiving, I start gearing up for the onslaught of Hallmark movies. I know, most will say the plot is the same, and I suppose in some ways it is, but Hallmark movies bring joy to those who watch them. They allow us to step into someone’s life and destress from our own insanities that come with this time of year, and they serve to remind us that love really can conquer all. My favorite Hallmark Christmas movie is A Holiday Spectacular, featuring the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes.
Now that you know some of my favorites, leave a comment with some of your favorites, and let me know what your preferred snack is when watching. I tend to lean toward cookies or popcorn.
Merry Christmas, Everyone & Happy Movie Watching!
November 6, 2024
Sarah Josepha Hale & the Thanksgiving Holiday (Repost from 2020)
Sarah Josepha Buell was born October 24, 1788 in Newport, New Hampshire to parents who believed in education for males and females. Her growing up years she received an extensive education and married lawyer, David Hale. The couple had 5 children, but sadly, David died during their 9th year of marriage, leaving Sarah to raise their children. To earn an income, Sarah began writing poetry, and penned the famous, Mary Had a Little Lamb. She teamed with Reverend John Laurie Blake and helped establish American Ladies Magazine, taking on the position of editor. She moved to Boston and remained there until 1837, often using the magazine to promote women’s issues such as education, child rearing, and reinforcing a woman’s domestic role. She didn’t support the suffragist movement or women entering politics because she believed both would limit a woman’s influence in the home, that women shaped the morals of society and encouraged them to write morally uplifting novels.
Louis A. Godey bought out America Ladies Magazine in 1837 and changed the name to Godey’s Ladies Book. He offered Sarah the editor position. She accepted and moved to Philadelphia, where she remained editor for 40 years. During that time, she championed civil rights, secured funds to preserve George Washington’s home and to construct the Bunker Hill Monument, both of which are still open today, and helped found Vassar College for women.
Throughout her childhood, Sarah celebrated Thanksgiving. She published Northwood: A Tale of New England in 1827, which included a chapter on the Thanksgiving celebration. Many areas in the northeast part of the country celebrated Thanksgiving, but at the time she was editor for Godey’s, Thanksgiving was not a federal holiday. Hoping to rectify that, she began lobbying state and federal officials to pass legislation to make Thanksgiving a national holiday, going so far as to set the holiday on the last Thursday in November. Her requests were mostly ignored, nor was she the first to suggest such a day of thanks. George Washington called for a national day of thanks after the Revolutionary war, and both John Adams and James Madison issued their own proclamations. Nothing was ever done until the Civil War.
Confederate president, Jefferson Davis, issued Thanksgiving Day proclamations in 1861 and 1862. Abraham Lincoln called for a day of thanks in April 1862 and the summer of 1863s, and Sarah continued to lobby for a national holiday by sending letters in September to Lincoln and William Seward, who was Secretary of State. She firmly believed a national holiday might ease the tensions between the north and the south and finally realized her hard efforts when, one week after receiving her letter, Seward drafted Lincoln’s official proclamation making the last Thursday in November an official day of Thanksgiving.
A true pioneer for women, Sarah retired from Godey’s 1877. She died two years later in her Philadelphia home at the age of 92. She’s buried in Laurel Hill Cemetery and a blue historical marker resides at her home on Spruce Street.
Louis A. Godey bought out America Ladies Magazine in 1837 and changed the name to Godey’s Ladies Book. He offered Sarah the editor position. She accepted and moved to Philadelphia, where she remained editor for 40 years. During that time, she championed civil rights, secured funds to preserve George Washington’s home and to construct the Bunker Hill Monument, both of which are still open today, and helped found Vassar College for women.
Throughout her childhood, Sarah celebrated Thanksgiving. She published Northwood: A Tale of New England in 1827, which included a chapter on the Thanksgiving celebration. Many areas in the northeast part of the country celebrated Thanksgiving, but at the time she was editor for Godey’s, Thanksgiving was not a federal holiday. Hoping to rectify that, she began lobbying state and federal officials to pass legislation to make Thanksgiving a national holiday, going so far as to set the holiday on the last Thursday in November. Her requests were mostly ignored, nor was she the first to suggest such a day of thanks. George Washington called for a national day of thanks after the Revolutionary war, and both John Adams and James Madison issued their own proclamations. Nothing was ever done until the Civil War.
Confederate president, Jefferson Davis, issued Thanksgiving Day proclamations in 1861 and 1862. Abraham Lincoln called for a day of thanks in April 1862 and the summer of 1863s, and Sarah continued to lobby for a national holiday by sending letters in September to Lincoln and William Seward, who was Secretary of State. She firmly believed a national holiday might ease the tensions between the north and the south and finally realized her hard efforts when, one week after receiving her letter, Seward drafted Lincoln’s official proclamation making the last Thursday in November an official day of Thanksgiving.
A true pioneer for women, Sarah retired from Godey’s 1877. She died two years later in her Philadelphia home at the age of 92. She’s buried in Laurel Hill Cemetery and a blue historical marker resides at her home on Spruce Street.
October 2, 2024
Easy Pumpkin Recipes
Pumpkin Dip:
Ingredients
8 ounce package cream cheese, softened
¾ cup pumpkin puree
3/4 cup powdered sugar
1 tablespoon cinnamon
2 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Directions
To soften the cream cheese, plate it on a plate and microwave for 5 seconds on High power. (Alternatively, allow the block of cream cheese to sit at room temperature for 30 minutes.)
Place the cream cheese, pumpkin puree, powdered sugar, cinnamon, pumpkin pie spice, and vanilla extract in a food processor (or a stand mixer fitted with paddle attachment or electric hand mixer). Blend until fully combined, stopping and scraping with a spatula as needed.
Serve with apple or pear slices, pretzels, vanilla wafers, graham crackers
Serve immediately or refrigerate until serving. Stores refrigerated for up to 1 week.
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Pumpkin Bread:
Ingredients
1 cup granulated sugar
½ cup light brown sugar
1 ¾ cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
¾ teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice
¾ cup canned pumpkin puree
2 large eggs, beaten
½ cup flavorless oil
⅓ cup water
1 teaspoon vanilla
Directions
Preheat the oven to 350, and spray a 9x5" bread loaf pan with cooking spray. Ensure a rack is in the center position of the oven.
In a large bowl, whisk together the sugars, flour, baking soda, salt, and pumpkin pie spice.
Make a hole in the center of the mixture, and add all remaining ingredients: pumpkin, eggs, oil, water and vanilla.
Stir everything together very well, but try not to over-mix.
Scrape the batter into the pan, and place in the oven. Bake for 60 minutes, and then test the center of the bread for wetness with a long toothpick. If the toothpick comes out clean, the bread is done. If not, add another 5 minutes of baking time and test again.
Ensure the bread is fully done before you remove it from the oven or it will sink as it cools.
*** Walnuts or chocolate chips can be added
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Pumpkin Bread Pudding:
Ingredients (For the bread pudding)
1 pound loaf sourdough or artisan bread (12 cups bread chunks)
5 eggs
2 cups whole milk
1 cup pumpkin puree
¾ cup brown sugar
½ cup granulated sugar
½ tablespoon vanilla extract
1 ½ tablespoons pumpkin pie spice
1 pinch salt
Ingredients for the Bourbon Sauce
½ cup granulated sugar
¼ cup whole milk
¼ cup salted butter
2 tablespoons bourbon
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Directions
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Butter or grease a 9 x 13-inch baking dish.
Cut or tear the bread into 1-inch squares. Place it in the baking dish and place in the preheating oven for 5 to 10 minutes until lightly dried but not browned.
Meanwhile, whisk the eggs. Then whisk in the milk, pumpkin puree, brown sugar, granulated sugar, vanilla, pumpkin pie spice, and salt. Pour it over the bread in the pan and mix it with your hands until fully coated.
Place in the oven and bake 45 to 50 minutes, until it is puffed and golden and you can no longer see standing liquid. Allow to cool for at least 15 minutes before serving.
***Make ahead: This recipe is great made ahead: make it day of and allow to sit at room temperature until serving, or make it 1 day in advance and refrigerate. If you’d like, you can crisp up the top by reheating it in a 350 degree oven until warmed.
Directions for the Bourbon Sauce
Prior to serving, in a small saucepan, whisk together all bourbon sauce ingredients over medium heat. When it starts to simmer, simmer lightly bubbling for 3 minutes, maintaining the heat at medium to medium low so that it doesn’t bubble heavily. Once it turns golden brown at about 3 minutes, taste and make sure the flavor is caramelly with a hint of bourbon (the bite of the bourbon should be cooked out). Remove from the heat and strain it into a pitcher. Makes ¾ cup; make up to 3 days in advance, refrigerate, and warm over medium heat before serving.
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Ingredients
8 ounce package cream cheese, softened
¾ cup pumpkin puree
3/4 cup powdered sugar
1 tablespoon cinnamon
2 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Directions
To soften the cream cheese, plate it on a plate and microwave for 5 seconds on High power. (Alternatively, allow the block of cream cheese to sit at room temperature for 30 minutes.)
Place the cream cheese, pumpkin puree, powdered sugar, cinnamon, pumpkin pie spice, and vanilla extract in a food processor (or a stand mixer fitted with paddle attachment or electric hand mixer). Blend until fully combined, stopping and scraping with a spatula as needed.
Serve with apple or pear slices, pretzels, vanilla wafers, graham crackers
Serve immediately or refrigerate until serving. Stores refrigerated for up to 1 week.
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Pumpkin Bread:
Ingredients
1 cup granulated sugar
½ cup light brown sugar
1 ¾ cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
¾ teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice
¾ cup canned pumpkin puree
2 large eggs, beaten
½ cup flavorless oil
⅓ cup water
1 teaspoon vanilla
Directions
Preheat the oven to 350, and spray a 9x5" bread loaf pan with cooking spray. Ensure a rack is in the center position of the oven.
In a large bowl, whisk together the sugars, flour, baking soda, salt, and pumpkin pie spice.
Make a hole in the center of the mixture, and add all remaining ingredients: pumpkin, eggs, oil, water and vanilla.
Stir everything together very well, but try not to over-mix.
Scrape the batter into the pan, and place in the oven. Bake for 60 minutes, and then test the center of the bread for wetness with a long toothpick. If the toothpick comes out clean, the bread is done. If not, add another 5 minutes of baking time and test again.
Ensure the bread is fully done before you remove it from the oven or it will sink as it cools.
*** Walnuts or chocolate chips can be added
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Pumpkin Bread Pudding:
Ingredients (For the bread pudding)
1 pound loaf sourdough or artisan bread (12 cups bread chunks)
5 eggs
2 cups whole milk
1 cup pumpkin puree
¾ cup brown sugar
½ cup granulated sugar
½ tablespoon vanilla extract
1 ½ tablespoons pumpkin pie spice
1 pinch salt
Ingredients for the Bourbon Sauce
½ cup granulated sugar
¼ cup whole milk
¼ cup salted butter
2 tablespoons bourbon
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Directions
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Butter or grease a 9 x 13-inch baking dish.
Cut or tear the bread into 1-inch squares. Place it in the baking dish and place in the preheating oven for 5 to 10 minutes until lightly dried but not browned.
Meanwhile, whisk the eggs. Then whisk in the milk, pumpkin puree, brown sugar, granulated sugar, vanilla, pumpkin pie spice, and salt. Pour it over the bread in the pan and mix it with your hands until fully coated.
Place in the oven and bake 45 to 50 minutes, until it is puffed and golden and you can no longer see standing liquid. Allow to cool for at least 15 minutes before serving.
***Make ahead: This recipe is great made ahead: make it day of and allow to sit at room temperature until serving, or make it 1 day in advance and refrigerate. If you’d like, you can crisp up the top by reheating it in a 350 degree oven until warmed.
Directions for the Bourbon Sauce
Prior to serving, in a small saucepan, whisk together all bourbon sauce ingredients over medium heat. When it starts to simmer, simmer lightly bubbling for 3 minutes, maintaining the heat at medium to medium low so that it doesn’t bubble heavily. Once it turns golden brown at about 3 minutes, taste and make sure the flavor is caramelly with a hint of bourbon (the bite of the bourbon should be cooked out). Remove from the heat and strain it into a pitcher. Makes ¾ cup; make up to 3 days in advance, refrigerate, and warm over medium heat before serving.
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