When not writing about my characters populating Gilded Age Englewood, New Jersey,I herd goats, dream about the 1870’s and try (unsuccessfully) to control my dogs.
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The ladies of Fort Grant get their feathers ruffled. “Duty calls. I’ll come by later for the hop, girls,” Lieutenant Fahy said. “Good luck, Bill. I’ll have my boys dispose of the horse.” Mrs. Markham eyed Miss Peckham steadily and waited for introduction. William spoke. “Mrs. Markham, this is Miss…
LINKS: Boyhood An astounding, one-of-a-kind trove of stories and drawings reveals what life was like for young men growing up in rural 19th-century America Children in 19th-century art reflect nation’s fears, dreams Image courtesy of National Library of Wales Tagged: #amwritinghistoricalfiction, 1800's, 19th century, Art, boys, Children, Photography
“There are no green thumbs or black thumbs,” wrote horticulturalist Henry Mitchell. “There are only gardeners and non-gardeners. Gardeners are the ones who get on with the high defiance of nature herself, creating, in the very face of her chaos and tornado, the bower of roses and the pride of…