An Interview with the Women of Pendleton Petticoats

Character interview

Our interview today is with three characters from Shanna Hatfield’s new historical series. Set in the western town of Pendleton, Oregon, the Pendleton Petticoats series highlights brave, determined women. During the early 1900s, Pendleton was a modern, progressive town, despite its Wild West reputation. In addition to 18 bordellos and 32 saloons, Pendleton offered residents such cultured experiences as an opera house, a French restaurant, and a tearoom. It was the second city in Oregon to have paved streets and boasted a telephone office as well as wonders like indoor plumbing to those who could afford the services.  The women in Pendleton Petticoats are from diverse backgrounds but find unity in following their hearts and chasing their dreams.

Aundy, Caterina and Ilsa join us today to talk about life in Pendleton.

 

Welcome to you three lovely ladies. Tell us a little about how you each came to be in Pendleton.

Aundy: I came to Pendleton as a mail-order bride for a kind-hearted farmer named Erik Erikson. We wed as soon as I stepped off the train, but had a wagon wreck on the way home. Erik died three days later, leaving me, a city girl, his farm and everything he owned.

Caterina: Growing up in New York, I never expected to live so far out west. When a mafia boss decided I would marry him, my family helped me escape and I got off the train here. Aundy was the second person I met and we’ve been friends ever since.

Ilsa: (Giggles) You forgot to mention the first person you met was your very good-looking deputy sheriff husband, Kade. You literally ran into him when you turned a corner and smacked into his chest when you first arrived in town.

Caterina: (Glaring at Ilsa) So I did. Thank you for sharing that with everyone. Let’s talk about why you came to town.

Ilsa: Because Aundy, she’s my sister, and Garrett, that’s Aundy’s husband, rescued me from our horrid aunt in Chicago who was holding me prisoner and brought me here.

 

What does a typical day entail for each of you?

Aundy: Garrett and I live on the place I inherited from Erik. Our day starts early in the morning with chores. I still don’t like gathering the eggs because our rooster is a nasty little fellow, but I enjoy everything else on the farm. My favorite thing is riding my horse Bell with Garrett, or sitting on the hill above the pasture watching our sheep. Thanks to our Chinese cook, I don’t have to spend a lot of time in the house.

Caterina: Kade and I live just outside of town with his behemoth dog, Ike. We ride into town together in the morning. He goes to work at the sheriff’s office and I go to my restaurant where I create Italian food that reminds me of my family.

Aundy: She’s an amazing cook. You really should drop by sometime for dinner. Her ravioli is divine.

Ilsa: And you have to try one of her pastries. In fact, if I don’t stop eating there so often, I’m going to have to let the seams out of my dresses.

Caterina: You could always learn how to cook…

Ilsa: (Shakes her head) I’d rather sew.

Aundy: (Smiles sweetly and bats her eyelashes at Ilsa) We all know she eats at the restaurant so she can ogle Caterina’s handsome brother.

Ilsa: I don’t ogle Tony! (Huffs indignantly) Returning to the question, I have a dress shop just down the street from Caterina’s restaurant. I design and create clothing, primarily for women. I used to sew for the most elite in Chicago’s social circles, but I’m excited to bring high fashion to the women of Pendleton and Umatilla County.

 

What’s one thing people might not know about your town?

Caterina: It’s growing faster than we can imagine. In the two years I’ve been here, there has been a boom in new businesses and enterprises, like Ilsa’s boutique and my restaurant.

Aundy: There’s also a boom in less savory businesses like those in The Underground.

 

What’s the Underground?

(Caterina and Ilsa both look at Aundy)

Aundy: There are tunnels running beneath a section of town that connects several businesses and provides a place for unsavory characters to quench their thirsts, play cards, and engage the services of… um… (Aundy leans close and whispers) women of ill repute.

Ilsa: And you should never, ever stand on top of the grates set in the boardwalk because some of the men in the tunnels will try to peek up a lady’s skirt.

 

That’s certainly scandalous. Have any of you ever been in the Underground?

Caterina: Gracious, no!

Ilsa: I should say not! It’s no fit place for a lady.

Aundy: Oh, goodness, look at the time. We really should be going. Thank you so much for inviting us here today. We’re so grateful for this wonderful opportunity to connect with your readers.

 

Thank you for joining us. Any parting words for our readers?

 

Ilsa: If you enjoy historical fiction, clean romances, or a good western, I hope you’ll consider reading our stories in Aundy, Caterina and Ilsa.

 

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Hopeless Romantic

Shanna Hatfield is a hopeless romantic with a bit of sarcasm thrown in for good measure. In addition to blogging, eating too much chocolate, and being smitten with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller, she is a best-selling author of clean romantic fiction written with a healthy dose of humor. She is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, and Romance Writers of America. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”

 

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12 Days of Poems for Christmas

Christmas lights

 

I am excited to share great news! DiVoran is gifting us this Christmas with 12 days of Christmas poems. Be sure to stop by everyday for her newest poem. If you enjoy them feel free to share on your Facebook  or with friends, just make sure DiVoran is credited as author. Enjoy~Rebekah

 

The Electric Candle

 

The Electric Candle

As I write

A flickering light,

A light for night

Comes on my sight

A lovely wreath

Surrounds a sheaf

Of many leaf

And fond belief.

A candle flame,

Of high acclaim,

Always the same

Declares His name:

Jesus.

Come let us adore Him.

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Food for Thought

Pumpkin pies and fruitcakes too.

Tell me what I’m gonna do.

Cookies oh, so eat a lot.

Open presents on the spot.

What is Christmas all about?

Jesus’ birth…so sing and shout.

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Stumpy Saves the Day

Our yard…our joy, and pride.

Filled up with weeds: we cried.

Stumpy was on our side

But we thought Stumpy died.

When Stumpy comes on back

In his old Cadillac

He still retains the knack

Of blazing trails and track.

Our family comes…each one

We celebrate the Son.

The joy, the gifts, the fun,

Christmastime in Christendom.

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Dateline Florida December 18, 2013

A small girl, in green, scooters past our house, on her way to school, with her pack on her back.

Six kids play a complicated game of tag, on the lawn, under a palm tree, until it’s too dark to see

A shiny red and white bike, a gift from her parents, waits in our shed, to go under the tree, for the ten-year-old who lives across the street,.

A Salvation Army man stands outside Wal-Mart, next to his red kettle, and invites a boy to ring the bell.

Shaking gift

The Key

Tim and I look for presents.

Mom says she hid them well.

Dad knows where the presents are.

But, Dad will never tell.

We just keep on looking,

Found a suitcase under the bed,

The gifts must be in there

Anyhow, that’s what James said.

 The key is on a ribbon

Mom wears it on her chest

We’ll try to get it later

We will do our best.

Later

        While Mom was in the shower

I finally got the key

I put it round my neck

And now it’s wearing me.

Mom said, if I open the case

She will have to cry

I give the key back, right away

‘cause, if I see her cry, I die.

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The Lutheran Choirmaster at Christmastime

His choirs grew smaller

And then smaller yet

He wears a toupee

He tends to forget

The church’s organ

Took money and tears

The organ is new

But it’s been here five years

He loves his music

Singing thrills him as well,

He knows his composers

And will willingly tell.

He sings with gusto

And resonant voice

Leads eighteen carols

All of his choice.

Joy to the world, now

We sing out our song

And though we’re not Lutherans

We know we belong.

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The Feast

 

Peel potatoes, boil them too

Mash them up, make gravy goo

Cake anyone? There’s the flour

It will only take an hour.

Now we have a culture shock

Turkey/ cranberry in a crock

Pumpkin doesn’t have its crust

As a family we all adjust.

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Passing the Cemetery on a Winter Day In Florida

Driving down Highway One,

Coming to the cemetery

We see a grocery cart piled high with stuff,

Occupying the sidewalk.

Not Christmas gifts, just who knows what–

Somebody’s treasures,

And there, sitting on a low wall

That faces the busy highway,

She sits in coat and headscarf,

In the gentle sun, contentedly,

Resting, and reading her newspaper

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Dateline Flanders, December 24, 1914

 Cold night, starry night,

Not a solider here in sight.

Trenches dug as deep as graves,

No one stirs, and no one waves.

Suddenly from out the dark

Comes a candle like a spark

Set upon a small pine tree

Lighting bold and shining free.

German sign ‘cross no man’s land

A song rings out, a friendly hand.

Sunrise comes, thus ends the night.

“You don’t fight. We don’t fight.”

Daylight now, they bury dead

Not in trench, but grave instead

Then the boys share gifts of food

In Christmas cheer and kindly mood

And then a bit of playful rest

The touch of Life, a game of zest

Until the Brass Hats get the word

Oh, no, they say, it’s too absurd.

Get back to work and shoot some more

Peacefulness is such a bore.

The Christmas truce comes to an end,

Millions dead before the mend

In the spring red poppies grow

Around the crosses, row on row.

We’ll always have the wars you see,

But Peace has come for you and me.

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Taste and See

By DiVoran Lites

Pumpkin Pie

Fruitcake too,

Tell me what

I’m gonna do.

Cookies, oh, so

Eat a lot

Open presents

On the spot

What is Christmas

All about?

Jesus birth,

So sing and shout.

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The School Program

We’re here at the fifth and six grade concert. They have an orchestra, a chorus, and earnest young teachers. The chorus sings, “Felice Navidad,” and claps. Granny claps, too, enjoying the rhythm. But the lovely teen is sooo embarrassed. Toddler climbs from teen’s lap over granny to mom’s lap, where he will wiggle and squirm to avoid sleep until the concert is over.

Oh, holy night. Oh, fleeting time.

Thank You

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Comestibles at Christmas

 Why do I love coffee?

Why do I love tea?

Why do I eat chocolate?

Anything wrong with me?

The Lord gave us these tastebuds.

He gave us things to eat.

He tell us to investigate

The bitter with the sweet.

Busy, Productive and Slightly Confused

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Let’s Chat!

Thanksgiving weekend was very busy and productive for DiVoran and I. I was deep into finishing the rough draft for my next novel Jessie and DiVoran launched, Clear Spring her final book in the Florida Springs Trilogy We were so busy in fact our emails indicate we seemed  to have had some mental lapses.

Sometimes I get confused
Tea Anyone?

 

I’m so happy to hear that Jessie if finished and I’m really looking forwarding to reading it. Congratulations.

 

Love,

DiVoran

P. S. Bill liked your announcement for Clear Spring on RLB and so did I. Thanks

 

 

 

 

BooktoberFest
Me as Michele Burton, Rocker
Thanks!  There’s still a lot of work todo on it but getting the basic story out is a relief.  I would love to get together with you & Precious one Saturday or Sunday.
We were happy to Matthew announcement of Clear Spring on the website. I hope it helps!
Love,
Beck

Sent from my iPad

 

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