Keeping Up With Change

Imagine living through the late 19^th century and trying to keep up with changing technology! Now, we think it’s a challenge to have our smart phone out of date when the latest model comes out, but

how challenging would it have been to adjust to the actual technology of telephone service for the first time. And electricity! Some people actually preferred sticking with their candles and oil lamps. That is the situation encountered by the characters in my most recent book, Torn in Toronto.

Some things were probably easy to adopt, such as plumbing.

The City of Toronto had a public water system in place as early as 1872, but many homes in the city were not connected to it. Some residents still used well water or shared an outdoor city water faucet with neighbours. Backyard privies were still commonplace, and when they leaked or overflowed, they contaminated water in nearby wells. Some houses had no toilet facilities at all and residents simply threw the contents of their chamber pots into street gutters or their yard. (Ew!)

 The first two medical officers of health, Dr. William Canniff and Dr. Charles Sheard, understood that many diseases can be transmitted by bacteria-contaminated water. They had a strong influence on the development of a clean water supply and wastewater disposal system for Toronto. Both doctors wanted wells and privies eliminated, and all buildings connected to new city water mains and sewers.

By 1900, most of this work was completed, improving living conditions for many people.

This was a fantastic development. Except so much of the downtown area was already built! Imagine trying to hook up this new system to an established house/neighborhood?

What about electricity?

Toronto emerged from the shadows thanks to the pioneering efforts of its first electricity company and its leading light, J. J. Wright.

Electricity was rare in the late 1870s, but it wasn't a total novelty in Toronto - it had been employed years earlier for sending telegraphs and powering telephone lines. Without a generator or a central supply network, the messaging companies, including the Toronto Telephone Despatch Co., the producers of the city's first phone book, relied on simple batteries.

A few years later, in 1881, John Joseph Wright built the first Canadian-made generator in a spare room at his father-in-law's box factory. Wright installed his generator near King and Yonge and sold the piercing light of the early bulbs to Eaton's department store and a handful of other local businesses keen to appear technologically advanced. In doing so, Wright became the first person to generate and sell electricity commercially in Toronto.

Providing light to the city became a competitive business as various companies vied for contracts to light the streets. As electricity became more common in residences, there also became available household “High-tech” products for the ‘families that kept no servants,’ as the company advertised. Things such as electric irons, toasters, waffle irons, coffee urns, cooking ranges, and vacuum cleaners.

Read more about how this type of thing affected people in my latest book, Torn in Toronto.

Could love be the greatest adventure of all?

Caitlyn Doherty wanted more adventure than her proper life in upper class Toronto allowed. It took a struggle against her parents’ restrictive views for her to be able to accept a position as telephone operator. She wanted to experience more than just finding a rich husband to marry.

Connor Dalton was too busy overcoming his childhood of poverty by becoming a fabulously wealthy businessman to even consider starting a family. But he feels so drawn to his telephone operator, it puts him in a very awkward position.

When Caitlyn’s mother pushes her toward Connor’s business rival, Connor and Caitlyn must both decide what they value most.

If you like sweet, swoony love stories set in the adventurous, late 19^th century, then you’ll enjoy every minute of reading Torn in Toronto.

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Finding the Truth By E. Ayers

   First an apology for being late, our wonderful modern technology bit me. Seems my computers would not update and finally decided that they were going to refuse to work until I could get them updated. Now, I’m back in the cyber world and few dollars poorer.

That brings me to what are the difference between now and then, and when talking about the Old West, we’re mostly talking about the 1800’s. Lots of things are different, but some things never change. Let’s look at the things that have remained the same.

People are always looking for a better life. They want their children to have a better life than what they had. They want the opportunity to make more money, buy more things, have a better house, better food, better clothes, better education for them and their children, etc. It’s been that way since the caveman. That search for something better has always been with us.

What has changed? The things that we have or own. That’s also tied to wages. Inventions keep moving us forward. We no longer wash our clothes in a stream on a rock. We no longer have to use the old wringer washing machines or turn a crank to make the machine work. Thanks for electricity, Mr. Edison!

We are now saved from chamber pots and outhouses. We turn a spigot and we have running water, both cold and hot! We use shampoo that has been developed to give us “perfect” hair, depending on what we want our hair to do. These products are developed in labs and studied carefully before being released. They smell terrific and so does our hair. It magically heals split ends and makes our hair behave. But once upon a time, not too long ago, people were using some outrageous things to clean their hair and make it look good. Raw egg that was left in the hair? Rinsing with vinegar? How about turpentine on your hair? Might blind you, and much like the egg, I’m sure it stunk!

Children played with blocks, plain wooden blocks. Not fancy toy blocks that are made to snap together and hold tight. Books were expensive! Lucky was the child who had a few books. A ball might have been homemade. A wooden center covered with scrap material made a baseball. I doubt it did much bouncing. A doll made from cloth and maybe with china or porcelain for its head, hands, and feet. Or maybe it was made from cornhusks or wood.

So inventions change things. And as inventions made chores a little easier, we managed to stay cleaner, and do a better job. No longer are we on dirt floors that have been coated in cow blood to make it smooth and shiny. That certainly was easier to keep clean than a dirt floor that kicked up a ton of dust. Today we have vinyl and other products to produce shiny floors. We don’t sweep them with a broom. We vacuum them, or use an electric broom, even electric wet mops.

Advertisements push us to get a better vacuum. My daughter has a robot that does her vacuuming. When I suggested moving the kitchen chairs out of its way, she fussed at me and said no, I’ll confuse it. It has her house mapped. HUH?

So how do I know what was used in 1880? Often looking at patent office information will give us what we need. Old cookbooks are filled with information as they contain recipes for things like shampoo. Old newspaper advertisements contain a ton of everyday items. But going to the source is probably the best. And just because it was invented in 1885 doesn’t mean it was in use in 1885. It took several years before a patent became an easily obtained item.

For me, researching is fun. But figuring out some of the more subtle stuff can be difficult. When my hero in my upcoming historical western was burned, the "modern" practice was to use Vaseline. Yes, I researched it and in the process I learned things about Vaseline that I didn’t know. And the fun part is that we still use it, but not like it was once used.

My line editor is a great guy when it comes to commas. He’s learned a little history while editing my books. He looks this stuff up behind me, because he’s curious. He was surprised. Yes, Vaseline can still be used on minor burns, but not on anything major. We’ve got better stuff today. Chapped lips? Grab the Vasoline.

Things were available in the big cities, but not out in the West. There was definitely a

movement to “free” women. Women in the big cities wore things such as skirts that were actually pants. But not the average female, she wore a dress. Furthermore those fancy dresses with corsets, they for the city. Women had to breathe while they did chores.

A friend has a family photo album and it shows a distant relative that was once a

1897 a portrait in Paris by

John Singer Sargent

debutante. But after marrying and moving west, she went from a delicate rosebud to a tough woman who chopped firewood. I can imagine how she felt after serving high tea to living in the middle of no place and being responsible for firewood. Her fine-featured face and fancy up-do barely resembled the woman she had become ten years later.

Those women who went West on wagon trains…there were no bathrooms or privacy. Open plains didn’t give any cover. So the women stood in a circle and spread their skirts to hide the woman needing to relieve herself. So not fun!

As for women rights and the concept of suffragettes, look to England first, then look to our West. Quite a few of our western states gave women the right to vote in that state’s/territory’s elections. That’s because the most powerful women in the west tended to own the brothels and saloons. They were influential and rich. They got what they wanted. But the funny part is the average women who pushed for the rights to vote grew out of the prohibition movement to end alcohol consumption and cut down on criminal activity. Those were the devout religious women who believed their men were going to Hell for touching alcohol. (Unfortunately prohibition birthed organized crime.)

Life was tough and the men had few outlets for their disappointments and almost zero entertainment. The women who survived had to be tough. Tough enough to stand up for themselves, tough enough to have babies without help, and bury those babies in tiny graves when they didn’t live past their second birthday. They were barely surviving and their husbands’ drinking was robbing their budgets. It's easy to see how things happened but hindsight is always better.

I don’t want to go back in time. I’m happy with my hot and cold water that creates a nice shower, and my wonderful shampoo with keratin that keeps my hair healthy. My washing machine that allows me to toss a load into it along with a detergent pod and walk away, knowing I can come back in thirty minutes to clean clothes. Life is different and with it, we’ve raised the standard of clean. Our whites are whiter and our brights are brighter, and our homes are constantly being disinfected. I don’t own three dresses. I don’t own a dress. I own jeans- lots of jeans. I love my jeans and I have them in all sorts of colors. Life is good. I love writing about the old West, but I don’t want to live it!