Monday, December 31, 2012

1920s Coal Camp Tyrolean Feast

Image by GenBug on Flickr Commons


Today it is hard for us to imagine the sheer amount of work involved in housekeeping and raising a family in a 1920s coal camp.  Early four-room houses were not even equipped with running water.  As well as constantly having to clean surfaces covered in coal dust from cooking and heating plus that saturating the miners’ clothes, there were meals to prepare without benefit of frozen vegetables or entrees, electric can openers and coffee makers, or bowls popped conveniently into microwave and dishwasher.

House and chicken house at Copenhagen, Superior, Wyoming c. 1950s
Food was prepared by hand with mixing bowls and spoons, and boiled or baked or fried in lard, often from recipes passed down through generations and arriving in the coal camps from the old country.  Recipes were not written down, but carried instead only in the cook’s memory.  Measurements were a handful of this and a pinch of that.  A recipe was successful if the meal didn’t cost too much and also tasted good.

In the mountain valleys of the Tyrol in the first decades of the twentieth century, meat was so scarce it might have graced a family's dining table once a year. By the standards of my ancestors in the years preceding, during, and immediately following World War I, we modern Americans are unimaginably wealthy.

To celebrate the New Year, I give you a typical Tyrolean feast.  Let us put on our aprons and roll up our sleeves in remembrance of those bygone days when life was hard and a meal of dumplings and stew meat much anticipated.  But be forewarned: these old recipes become lost is not just because they are not written down, with precise measurements.  They also require most of a day to cook and clean up the kitchen, for which most of us have neither the time nor the energy these days.   

Image of canederli by panciapiena.com on Flickr Commons

CANEDERLI (Bread Dumplings)
day old bread, cubed into 3-4 cups
3 eggs
6 tablespoons milk
2 tablespoons flour
1 cup diced hard salami
1 cup diced fried bacon

Stir all ingredients together into semi-firm dough.  Form into balls about 3 tablespoons in size.  Drop test ball into boiling water to see if it holds together; if not, add small amount of flour to dough.  When fully cooked, about 40-45 minutes, dumplings will rise to surface.

Serve with cubed beef and garlic sausage gravy, and shredded cabbage slaw with vinaigrette.

GRAVY
1 ½ lbs. stew meat
1 package uncooked garlic sausage
 6 cups water
salt and pepper
2 tbs. cornstarch mixed with water

Cut sausage into 1-inch chunks. Brown stew meat and sausage, drain.  Add water, season with salt and pepper to taste, bring to simmer.  Thicken with cornstarch and water.

SLAW    
1 head cabbage
salt and pepper
vinegar and oil

Shred cabbage, season to taste with salt and pepper, vinegar and oil.

Enjoy!


For more on the culture, genealogy, and history of the Trentino province of the Italian Alps, visit the always-interesting trentinoheritage blog.


For more Trentino recipes with pictures in a downloadable cookbook, see Alpine Adventure Agency's Tyrolean Cooking School.


While the traditional Tyrolean dish of polenta has made it on mainstream American restaurant menus, the more time-consuming canederli is rare to nonexistent. For more mouth-watering pictures of canederli, go to Flickr.  


Sunday, December 9, 2012

TOPAZ EYES BY NANCY JARDINE



Today we welcome back guest blogger Nancy Jardine, on the occasion of the publication of her brand-new novel, Topaz Eyes.  The page is all yours, Nancy!

Emeralds

My latest mystery novel is entitled, Topaz Eyes. You’d be forgiven for thinking it should be all about topaz, but actually it’s not. I’m going to give no spoilers, since you need to read the book to get the connections, but what actually feature a LOT are emeralds. Why did I choose to invent a collection that I’ve called the Tiru Salana emeralds, which my main characters, Keira Drummond and Teun Zeger, have to search the world for?

In Topaz Eyes, I decided to have a special and mysterious collection of antique jewels be the focus of an inheritance quest –whereabouts of the collection unknown at the beginning of the novel. At first I thought of diamonds, and trawled internet jewellery shops to find really nice pieces. During those searches diamonds were quickly ditched when I saw some beautiful jewellery featuring emeralds. My imagination was kick-started.

Emeralds are stunningly beautiful, and green is my favourite color- the contents of my wardrobe will attest to that. My novel would be all about bringing together a large collection of antique emeralds. Although the items I saw in those internet jewellery stores cannot be shown on blogs, they gave me ideas for description. The photographs of emeralds that I’m able to share here today are all taken from Wikimedia Commons. When faced with this emerald who could deny its beauty? The hue is fantastic, earthy, and yet simultaneously ethereally dazzling.

This photo was taken by Robert Reisman- Emerald Unguentarium

Gold really enhances the deep colour of emeralds but silver can be equally effective. The ring in this picture has a surround of diamonds but it gives the idea of what a silver setting might look like.


This photo was taken by Mark Somma - Description 18kt yellow gold ring set with one pear shape emerald and 12 diamonds.








And another lighter, more blue-green emerald is named the “Chalk Emerald” 37.8 carats, Colombia. The emerald is set within a cluster of 60 pear-shaped diamonds weighing a total of approximately 15 carats.


























The royal rulers of Baroda, a state in India, once owned the emerald, set in a necklace. In the 20th century, the emerald was set in a ring designed by Harry Winston. It was donated to the National Gem and Mineral Collection by Mr. and Mrs. O. Roy Chalk, and may now be in the National Museum of Natural History — Gem Gallery (U.S.).

Perhaps these stones will give an idea of why my invented collection, originally belonging to an invented Mughal emperor I’ve called Tiru Salana, is the focus of the search in Topaz Eyes. The big question then is how my main characters, Keira Drummond and Teun Zeger, manage to find the collection? How do they manage to survive desperate attempts to prevent this from happening?  How is it eventually mounted as a fantastic exhibition? And what is the mystery item they do not expect to find but which turns out to have the most value? A reading of Topaz Eyes is the only answer! 

Thank you, Alethea, for letting me share a little about Topaz Eyes today with your readers.

*Giveaway*
What details can you add about emeralds? It can be anything, so long as your answer includes the word emeralds!

Please leave your answer in the comment box, and your email address, to be entered into the draw for an e-copy of TOPAZ EYES.  (Draw will take place on 12th December)

(My mini blog tour posts also feature details about the stone TOPAZ, and the cities in the US and Europe that Keira and Teun visit to unearth the collection. If you’re interested please check my blog for the tour URLs. http://nancyjardine.blogspot.com)

Topaz Eyes Blurb:
A peculiar invitation to Heidelberg embroils Keira Drummond in the search for a mysterious collection of extraordinary jewels once owned by a Mughal Emperor; a hoard that was last known to be in the possession of Amsterdam resident, Geertje Hoogeveen, in 1910.

Who among the progeny of Geertje – hitherto unfamiliar third cousins brought together for the quest – can Keira rely on? Distrust and suspicion among them is rife.

Which one is greedy, and determined enough, to hire thugs to tail her… and worse… as she travels to Vienna and Minnesota?  Can Keira even trust Teun Zeger - a Californian she is becoming very drawn to – as they pair up to unearth the jewellery?

As they follow a trail of clues, will they uncover the full collection before the hired gun kills them? Details remain furtive and undisclosed until danger and death forces their exposure. And who harbours the ultimate mystery item that is even more precious than the Mughal jewels?

Greed, suspicion and murder are balanced by growing family loyalty, trust, and love.

Excerpt:
“Would you ditch the mystery, Jensen, and just enlighten me as to what you think I have that interests you? And tell me why you couldn’t have asked for it in the letter you sent to me? I came here of my own free will – granted – but I’m not hanging around any longer if you’re going to drag this out, for I’m damned sure I’ve no idea what you’re referring to.”
            Jensen’s reply lacked emotion, his face a blank screen, his gaze focused on Teun as Keira regarded the by-play.
            “Teun. It may come as a surprise to you, but you actually know more about this invitation than Keira. At least you knew from my letter I had something of family interest you might be glad to take back to the USA with you. Keira had no such suggestion made to her.”
            Tension rose in the room, which didn’t only radiate from Teun.
            Keira sat uneasy, also unwilling to be in the dark any longer. “Would you please explain why you think I may have something you want, Herr Amsel?” She found herself reluctant to use his first name, considering the antagonism now mounting.
            “All in good time, Keira. And please call me Jensen. I don’t set out to be anyone’s enemy. I believe each of you can provide access to items belonging to the collection. All the pieces are likely to vary in monetary value but, viewed as a complete entity, it will make an impressive display. It’s a historic set… and unique.”

Author bio:
An ex-primary teacher, Nancy Jardine, lives in the fabulous castle country of Aberdeenshire – Scotland. Her husband mans the kitchen, her offspring only an hour’s drive away. When time permits, ancestry research is an intermittent hobby. Neglecting her large garden in favour of writing, she now grows spectacularly giant thistles. Activity weekends with her extended family are prized since they give her great fodder for new writing.

A lover of history, it sneaks into most of her writing along with many of the fantastic world locations she has been fortunate to visit. Her published work to date has been two non fiction history related projects; two contemporary ancestral mysteries; one light-hearted contemporary romance mystery and a historical novel. She has been published by The Wild Rose Press and Crooked Cat Publishing.

Topaz Eyes is available in e-book formats and print from amazon.com  http://www.amazon.com/Topaz-Eyes-Nancy-Jardine/dp/1908910585/ref=pd_rhf_ee_p_t_1  and e-book formats from www.crookedcatbooks.com
Book trailer Youtube video for Topaz Eyes can be viewed at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgPf5kTAyi4&feature=channel&list=UL

Other books by Nancy Jardine can be seen on amazon.com  http://amzn.to/wwaGCv  

Thursday, November 15, 2012

MEET MARSHA WARD, AUTHOR OF SPINSTER'S FOLLY

Today I am excited to welcome Marsha Ward, author of the NEW Western family saga Spinster's Folly, now on blog tour.  



I love the title of your new book!  Marsha, please tell us about Spinster's Folly:



Marie Owen yearns for a loving husband, but Colorado Territory is long on rough characters and short on fitting suitors, so a future of spinsterhood seems more likely than wedded bliss. Her best friend says cowboy Bill Henry is a likely candidate, but Marie knows her class-conscious father would not allow such a pairing. When she challenges her father to find her a suitable husband before she becomes a spinster, he arranges a match with a neighbor's son. Then Marie discovers Tom Morgan would be an unloving, abusive mate and his mother holds a grudge against the Owen family. Marie's mounting despair at the prospect of being trapped in such a dismal marriage drives her into the arms of a sweet-talking predator, landing her in unimaginable dangers.

This fourth book in the Owen Family Saga is infused with potent heart and intense grit.

We've asked Marsha to interview her character, Marie:


* Way back in 2009, some of my characters began to visit me, and I established a blog entitled The Characters in Marsha’s Head, just so I could publish a record of our encounters.

First, some of the Owen boys came by, having slipped under the rainbow during a storm. We had a nice visit. Then their sister Marie knocked on the door in August, encouraging me to begin the book that would help her move on with her life. That, of course, is my newly-published novel, Spinster's Folly. I guess Marie came by the other day to check on the progress, because even though I've moved since her visit, she found me. It was after nightfall when I heard footsteps outside on the ramp up to my deck, and after a moment or two, I heard a rapping on the door. When I opened it, my security light came on and I knew Marie instantly, but I didn't recognize her clothing. It was nothing like what she'd worn before.

ME (flabbergasted to see her): Darling Marie! Come in, come in!

MARIE (Hiding her eyes from the bright light with her hand, then peering over her shoulder.): I have to hurry. I can't stay long.

ME: Whyever not? Let me just move these books off the chair. Sit down. What can I get you to eat or drink? (I move a pile of Civil War reference books onto the floor.)

MARIE (Moving hesitantly into the room, her hand still in front of her eyes.): I can't be gone long. He'll find out.

ME: Sit down, dear. (I feel my brow furrowing.) Who is "he"? You seem frightened.

(MARIE finally lowers her hand. We're both still standing.): Truth to tell, I am frightened, more than I've ever been.

ME (Gasping as I digest the fact that her face is mottled and colored with bruises.): What happened? Who's been beating you? Not your Pa!

MARIE: No, not Pa. He would never—

ME (Grabbing hold of her arms.): Who did this? He won't get away with it!

MARIE (Face crumpling.): I thought he loved me.

ME (Mumbling strong words under my breath.): I'll get a cold cloth.

MARIE: No. I can bear the pain a tad bit longer, if you'll just finish my book.

ME (Closing my mouth that's fallen open from amazement.): (Silence.)

MARIE: Please. (Her voice quivers, on the verge of losing control.)

ME: I'm-- I'm doing a final edit. It won't take lo—

MARIE: Now! You've got to publish it as soon as may be!

ME (Sinking into my chair.): Or . . . ?

MARIE: I'm obliged to stay in his power until folks can read the words. He won't release me until then. (She collapses into the chair beside mine.)

ME (My mouth is gaping open again. I close it with difficulty, knowing who "he" is, and what she's been through.)

MARIE: Please, Mom! (She's sobbing hysterically.)

ME (Shaken): I had no idea. I— Some folks have read it. At least they've read the first draft. They said lovely things about it.

MARIE (Looking at me through teary eyes.): That must account for how I was able to get away for a spell. (She sniffs, somewhat less bereft.)

ME (Digging out a tissue and handing it to her. On second thought, I give her the entire box.): I'll get a hold of Linda on Monday. Tuesday at the latest.

MARIE: Who is Linda? (She blows her nose and drops the tissue into the waste basket beside her chair.)

ME: She's the very helpful lady who will arrange my words all pretty for the inside of the book. Can you hold out until she's finished with it?

MARIE (Blowing her nose again.): I'll venture to do it, Mom. Ask her to hurry, please.

ME: You hang on! I'll get a hold of Deirdra and we'll figure out what to put on the back cover, too.

MARIE (Brightening a bit.): Some of them lovely things the folks said?

ME: You may be sure of that!

MARIE (Letting out a gusty sigh and dabbing at her eyes.): It won't take long?

ME: Oh sweetie, we'll go as fast as we can! I promise you, as soon as Spinster's Folly is published, he won't be a-worryin' you no more.

MARIE (Slightly chuckling.): You sound like Ma. (Sniffs)

ME: You'll see her soon. It will be a favorable reunion. I promise.

MARIE: It makes my heart glad to hear that. (She suddenly turns her face toward the door.) Did you hear that? I'm obliged to leave! (She gets up and kisses me on the cheek.) Mind you, hurry! (She's out of my arms, out the door, and running off my deck before I can move a muscle.)

ME (My shoulders slump.): Oh my gosh! (I try to get my mind around the idea that characters remain in dire situations until their books are published. I turn to the laptop.) Oh my gosh. (I look at the words swimming before me through my tears.) I promise you won't be in pain very long. (My voice is hushed. I had no idea!)


*This is a work of fiction. I don't really talk to time-traveling characters from my novels. I do like them a lot, though, and am glad they pass under the rainbow from time to time to visit me in my own place and era.

I’m very gratified to announce that Marie has been able to escape her dire situation, due to the release of her story, Spinster’s Folly, on November 10th.

Marsha, please tell us a bit about yourself: 

Marsha Ward is an award-winning poet, writer and editor whose published work includes four novels in The Owen Family Saga: The Man from Shenandoah, Ride to Raton, Trail of Storms, and Spinster’s Folly; and over 900 articles, columns, poems and short stories. She also is a workshop presenter and writing teacher.

Marsha, thanks so much for being here on Actually Alethea today!  Readers can find Spinster's Folly at these locations:








Read more about Marsha Ward at: 


Website:  http://marshaward.com  





Tuesday, November 6, 2012

WRITERS AND TEACHERS OF WRITING MEET – AND BOTH GET INSPIRED!

This guest post is by Carol Deering.  It first appeared in the October 2012 Wyo-Writer, the official newsletter of Wyoming Writers, Inc.


Carol Deering reading at the Central Wyoming College Sinks Canyon Center
Photo courtesy Wyoming Department of Education
“It was a new experience for me.” 

“The Wyoming writers’ presentation was a wonderful opportunity for teachers to learn about the joy. ... and the need to write, and how that need can be fostered.” 

“If I had the chance, I would take advantage of such an opportunity again.”

Across the state this summer, writers read to teachers of writing, and both felt enriched. ...

Shortly after our conference in June, I was contacted by Kathy Shirley, a consultant with the Wyoming Department of Education (WDE) and a former writing teacher, to organize readings at their weeklong training sites.  At the Central Wyoming College Sinks Canyon Center, at the Beta Coffee House in Cody, at the Night Heron Bookstore in Laramie, at the Natrona County Library in Casper, and at the Campbell County Library in Gillette, a total of 21 writers from around Wyoming spent a Wednesday night reading from their work to teachers attending these sessions. Many of the 21 writers were members of Wyoming Writers, Inc. Nine read poetry, eight read nonfiction/memoir, three read fiction, and one read several genres. The teachers at every site said the readings were a highlight of their week!

The first reading, for the facilitators of the remaining WDE sessions, was magical. On a gorgeous solstice evening, beneath a canopy and birdsong — and connected to technology (for a piece of music and photographs) by a long and winding extension cord — a small, receptive crowd sat at picnic tables and listened to four writers share their work. Marjane Ambler read from her book manuscript, Paradise Isn’t for Sissies: Life in the Heart of Yellowstone; Sara Wiles read and showed photographs from her book, Arapaho
Journeys: Photographs and Stories from the Wind River Reservation. Echo Klaproth read from her essays, stories, and poetry. And I read poems from my chapbook manuscript. Teachers who seemed hesitant about their own writing got animated by the end. As Echo remarked, “The evening served as a shot in the arm; I can’t explain it any other way than to say it was spiritual.”

At Cody’s reading, coordinated by Lynne Bama, one first-grade teacher “absolutely loved the Wednesday night with the poets,” and said it “filled her soul.” Lynne, Mary Robinson, Jazmyn McDonald, and Rob Stothart enthralled their audience with poetry ... and would each volunteer again.

The reading in Laramie, coordinated by Diane Panozzo, was a great success. The fact that there were two younger and two older readers helped to create a diverse audience including university students, teachers, and the public. Diane and Maggie Mullen read fiction; Aaron Graham read poetry; and Pam Galbreath read a nonfiction piece about her son’s drug addiction. Afterwards one teacher remarked, “I was so impressed with the writing ... and am inspired to write more myself. I felt much more connected to the human experience after hearing them read!”

Those who attended the reading in Casper, coordinated by Cindy Bower, interacted positively, both through their attention, laughter and tears during the readings, as well as their personal thank-you greetings at the end. Cindy read the beginning chapters of a middle-grade adventure book; Cindy Grafton read from a poignant memoir about her
life as a disabled child mistreated by her family; Vicki Windle read and performed a variety of serious and humorous poems; and Keith Cottam read a nonfiction article concerning a Vietnamese refugee and her heroic efforts to help others in camps as she awaited her release and emigration to the United States.

At the reading in Gillette, coordinated by Darcy Lipp-Acord, five writers read their work and made a huge impression. Darcy and Katie Smith read nonfiction/memoirs; Pat Frolander, Wyoming’s Poet Laureate, read poetry; Chris Ellsworth read fiction; and Mikayla Howard read poetry. 

One teacher wrote: “I was thoroughly impressed with the writers’ honesty, vulnerability, and talent. ... Thank you for such a neat and memorable experience.” Overall, comments glowed. “What an awesome experience. Their writing inspired me to keep writing and to ... go for the jugular.” “The experience last night was phenomenal. It is so important to hear not only authors reading their own work, but to listen to the process they go through to produce such works of art.” “I would love people like that to come to my room and share. It would be great for someone besides myself to ... talk to [students] about writing.” “These authors were passionate as they read their words. Hearing the stories behind their pieces gave a new voice to what they read. I want to have some of these authors visit my classroom, and they expressed an interest in this possibility.”  “I really think that good things can come out of this burgeoning relationship between the Wyoming Writing Project, the Wyoming Writers, and the Wyoming Department of Education.” “A great idea. Let’s keep it up — all over Wyoming.”

A few comments reflected the need for more coordination between WDE and the writers.
Everyone hopes this summer’s experience will be repeated next year, when it will be even better. Meanwhile the Wyoming Writers’ board will be considering more regional writing events throughout the year.

I am deeply indebted to the other site coordinators for all their efforts and for some of the wording in this article.  And thanks to all the readers for making this series a magnificent success!
Carol Deering
Secretary and Past President
Wyoming Writers, Inc.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Wyoming Waitress

Typical 1950s diner layout
Courtesy Sweetwater County Historical Museum
The traveling Smithsonian Museum on Main Street exhibit Key Ingredients: America by Food stops at the Sweetwater County Historical Museum October 20 to December 1, 2012.  The exhibit examines America’s relationship with food – how we and our culture are shaped by the food we grow, sell, and consume. 
Point of Rocks, Wyoming, c. 1950.
Courtesy Sweetwater County Historical Museum
Next year is the centennial anniversary of the Lincoln Highway.  The original transcontinental road was built in 1913 and was 3400 miles long, from New York to San Francisco. Today, most of the road in Wyoming is unpaved and a rough ride for anyone trying to drive it, although sections do exist as the business loops of a few towns along modern I-80, and a stretch from Laramie to Walcott Junction was incorporated as part of a subsequent route, US 30.  But back in the day, a paved road was a welcome novelty and meant many more miles could be traveled in one day than previously.  As long as there have been people traveling, there have been businesses catering to the traveler.  Longer journeys by car presented a need for places to stop for gas, and a diner alongside the gas station was a natural addition.  And a pretty young lady was a boon to any business, but most welcome as she approached the booth in the diner with a smile and pad and pencil to take orders and serve a meal at the end of a day’s long ride in the car. 
Edith Angeli, waitress at Point of Rocks, Wyoming, c. 1950
The Lincoln Highway and the iconic Route 66 gave rise to such phenomena as the motor hotel – motel – and quick stop dining that preceded today’s fast food.  Classic diner layout of the 1950s included a counter with swiveling stools in front of a kitchen with a window for orders in and orders out, and booths lining the outer walls.  Streamlined, clean and shiny were the order of the day.  Chrome was a staple of the ‘50s diner, from trim on the Formica-topped tables to the chair legs to the paper napkin dispensers.  Just drop a coin in the wallbox: each booth had a chrome jukebox control with rotating selection menu so patrons didn’t have to leave their seats to queue up a favorite song. The floor was tile or linoleum for easy mopping at the end of a shift.


The Sugar Bowl in Green River, Wyoming, c. 1950
Courtesy Sweetwater County Historical Museum
Sandwiches, salads, sundaes and pastries were popular menu items, quick to prepare and quick to serve.  A vintage Howard Johnson’s menu listed on eBay offered the lowest priced luncheon sandwich -- a ham and cheese club -- for 40 cents, through a mid-priced chicken salad for 65 cents, all the way up to a 75-cent lobster and bacon club on three slices of bread.  Dinner specials generally ran about 50 cents for grilled “frankforts” and potato salad with apple pie to 95 cents for kidney lamb chops with French fries.


Most diners today are gone, although there are a few still operating along interstate highways and the main streets of small towns.  Truck stops and fast food chains have taken over where the old-fashioned café left off, but one thing never goes out of style and is still appreciated no matter the business: a warm, welcoming smile.
Edith Angeli, Louis Kerlovich and unidentified woman
Probably taken in front of the Point of Rocks, Wyoming, cafe, c. 1950