SCRUBBING YOUR TROUBLES AWAY by Marisa Masterson

 

Imagine the woman bent, hugely pregnant, over a tub and washboard. What does she think about as she rubs the clothes across the metal ripples? Perhaps about her coming baby?

Recently, my daughter and I went through my granddaughter’s outgrown baby clothes. Stains! My stars, but the stains! We put away the clean items, and I gathered up the spotted garments.

Days later, I stood over the washer I am blessed to have. As I rubbed in a certain product recommended by many on the Internet for set-in stains, I wished for a bar of my grandmother’s lye soap. Memories of that dear woman rubbing a boar’s hair brush across my baby cousin’s clothes came back. I can still see that brush and the yellowish-white soap.

I almost reached for the glass washboard that is a family heirloom. It sits in my basement, unused. (Again, thank you God for my modern washing machine!) Could it be that this outmoded item might remove stains better than my frustrated rubbing did?

But, back to the woman bent across the scrub board? Did women pray while they spent long hours laboring to clean the garments? Maybe a mother would think of each child and send up petitions. Perhaps she solved her problems, sort of talked them out in her mind. A good substitute for a therapist as she rubbed the spots roughly to removed them?

Even when the wringer washer came into being with its handle in the side of the tub for agitating, the lady of the house or washer woman would still need to scrub those stains. That guaranteed long hours devoted to the laundry. Were these women spiritual than a lady who throws clothes in the machine and hurries on to the next thing because they had time to pray? Did they have less anger because they could work it out as they vigorously rubbed the garments?

One thing I know for sure. They were more physically fit than me! I’m exhausted after scrubbing a small batch of stained clothes. And I didn’t need to wring anything out by hand!

I said it before, but it bears saying again. Thank you, Lord, for my washer!

In my new release, Beau's Elegant Bride, Fancy Francy is learning to do laundry while she travels the Oregon Trail. She never expected to be matched with a farmer, Beau. The thought of returning to Chicago teases at her mind. 

“If I stay—”
“Then I love, honor, and protect you. And you’ll learn what you need to know.” He chuckled. “Especially if we settle near someone like Mrs. Crook. She’s already got you makin’ passably good biscuits.”
Francy tipped her head in thought. “That’s true. And she’s gonna show me how to do the laundry once we spend a few days at Fort Kearny.”
His arms unfolded. As if she were a beacon drawing him closer, 

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A cat, an accident, and a pile of mixed-up letters send a bride to a man she otherwise would never have met. Only time will tell if she and this new marriage can survive the match.
Francine 'Francy' Dinsmore loses the security she's always known with the death of her father. Life so far has treated Francy tenderly and expected very little from her.
Beau LeFevre abandons a hopeless future to venture west. The only thing he needs before he leaves is a wife. When the elegant woman arrives from the matchmaker, he marries her wondering all the while what made the matchmaker send this bride to him.
How can he make a marriage work with this spoiled woman? Life on the trail leads him to believe someone made a mistake!
Will this turn out to be a happy accident and a sound pairing with the only woman who can win his heart?

THE PONY EXPRESS LASTED HOW LONG?? by Marisa Masterson

Nineteen weeks? Nineteen months?  Nineteen years? How long did young men race across the West as Pony Express Riders?

What's your guess? The Pony Express is so much a part of my image of the West that I might have guessed nineteen years. What about you?

I would be wrong. Amazingly, the Pony Express lasted only nineteen months. With so much written about it or shown in movies I was sure it would have been longer than that.

A series of way stations that allowed for new horses made it possible for these men, mostly orphans, to deliver a letter from Missouri to California in only ten days. At least, that was the company's guarantee. One even did it in eight days.

Ad in the Sacramento Union, March 19, 1860

"Men Wanted"
The undersigned wishes to hire ten or a dozen men, familiar with the management of horses, as hostlers, or riders on the Overland Express Route via Salt Lake City. Wages $50 per month and found. (https://www.nps.gov/poex/learn/historyculture/index.htm)

Though the riders ran into dangers and not all survived, the Pony Express Company delivered on their promises and ran a successful business. Why did it fail in the end?

The telegraph. Even while riders raced across country, the young men saw wires and poles being strung along their way. Train tracks also stretched across the plains to the West Coast. That made it possible to deliver packages and such cheaper and with equal speed--or even faster.

After only a year and a half of business, the Pony Express could not meet the same speed of the telegraph. The message that took riders days to deliver could be sent in mere minutes. The Pony Express riders carried their last letter in 1862 (though the company official terminated in October, 1861).

Still, that didn't stop them from entering into the legend of the West...

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A cat, an accident, and a pile of mixed-up letters send a bride to a man she otherwise would never have met. Only time will tell if she and this new marriage can survive the match.

 Francine 'Francy' Dinsmore loses the security she's always known with the death of her father. Coincidentally, her father sent a letter to a matchmaker to give his daughter a home far from Chicago.  Life so far has treated Francy tenderly and expected very little from her.

Beau LeFevre abandons a hopeless future to venture west. He packs a wagon to head for Oregon. The only thing he needs before he leaves is a wife. When the elegant woman arrives from the matchmaker, he marries her wondering all the while what made the matchmaker send this bride to him.

How can he make a marriage work with this spoiled woman? Life on the trail leads him to believe someone made a mistake!

Or will this turn out to be a happy accident and a sound pairing with the only woman who can win his heart?