I have to think the writer of this article was pleased with himself for coming up with the headline. The story has little bearing on Rose, other than being in the news on March 7, 1930. But, I’m certain she and Harold had a good chuckle from it.
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Oh, Harold. I must have a Lido hat!
Lido Hat
Price: $1.95
Description Charming face looks its best under the chic silhouetted lines of this model. Suave lines copied from a high-priced import, in a pleasingly soft, good quality wool felt. Shaped in low helmet fashion at sides; close-cropped at back for utmost coat-collar ease. The soft-rolling, graduated brim is clipped in two-tab effect at side and edged with finely plaited grosgrain ribbon matching the band with cut loop ends. Double-ended rhinestone pins flash from tabs.
This lovely Lido¹ hat was Continue reading
Boy Loses Thumb
I ran across this article in a rural newspaper published on this day in 1930: Harry Hansen … had the misfortune to lose the thumb of his right hand Wednesday afternoon when his hand was caught in a corn sheller. Mr. Hansen was helping with corn shelling … when the accident occurred.
The article really disturbed me because Harold is doing this exact same thing—shelling corn—over the winter months. I had no idea Continue reading
Eighty-Eight Years Young
A verse of Happy Birthday is in order.
On this day (January 17, 1929) eighty-eight years ago Popeye the Sailor Man was born. He wasn’t much of anybody back then. Just a spare character needed to get the main character, Olive Oyl, where she needed to be. Who knew he’d be such a scene stealer? Continue reading
Burrowing Under
Apparently, living underground is not just for prairie dogs.
Yes. People did it, too. I’m not talking cave people; no, these were early settlers. Specifically, early Nebraska settlers. And luckily for Rose, one of them squatted on her farm. Continue reading
First Meetings
I recently attended my first writers’ conference. One of the many firsts I experienced while there was pitching my story idea to an editor, Brenda Copeland. In the midst of my rambling, often incoherent, story pitch, she asked me a question I couldn’t answer; “How did these two characters meet?”
It’s an important question, given the disparity in their social classes, Harold being from what some would call the ‘wrong side of the tracks’ and Rose being significantly higher up on the social ladder. So, I decided it was time that Rose clued me in. We sat down and had a little talk…
TM: Since we’re exploring your former life, do you mind if I ask how you and Harold met? You have to admit, you two aren’t the average farm couple.
ROSE: Hmmm… The day I met Harold… {smiles, nods her head} At the time, I thought it was the worst day of my life. Continue reading
Some Pig
I was digging around for period farm photos when I came across this article about Dazzler, the mammoth hog. Three things came immediately to mind. Continue reading
A Corn-y Mystery
Okay. I apologize for the bad pun. Just trying to keep with the corn theme from my last post.
There’s actually a mystery surrounding this picture. Two mysteries, to be honest. The first is about little green men. Continue reading
Location, Location, Location
You might be wondering why I’ve chosen rural Nebraska just on the outskirts of Omaha as the setting for my story.
Well, apart from my obvious family connection to the area, it has a great bootlegging history, and that history is partially the cause for this WIP in the first place. Long before Rose or Harold insinuated their way into my brain, I was digging around on Omaha history webpages looking for information about one of Dear Husband’s relatives who lived there in the early 1900s. Instead I found a new crime boss in the real life Tom Dennison and his underworld denizens. More than just bootlegging, Dennison owned Omaha in the early 1900s, and nothing happened there without his say so.
What a perfect foil for a poor farmer, down on his luck, needing some quick cash.
Watch out, Harold!
