Beginning in the 1840s many Irish left their home land to escape the suffering of the potato blight and the inequity of the English upper class who ruled in Ireland. They came into the eastern ports, Boston down to Savannah. These areas were populated by many direct descendents’ of the early settlers who considered themselves “native” to the united States.
The Irish immigrants were received with hostility and fear. They often had few skills but cleaning cooking and farm labor, and did not meet up with the standards of those already long settled. They were mostly Catholic, a religion not understood by the more Protestant population of the time,
The Irish immigrant population; a hearty, free thinking and independent bunch, developed a reputation of lusty living, brawling, and drinking. The reputation was partly based in truth. The Irish were determined to be free, and to succeed. They pushed back when ostracized, and through hard work and perseverance the Irish created a new world for themselves.
Along with their freethinker, total living reputation, the Irish brought with them magical tales of tiny people, beautiful goddesses, fairies and of course the Catholic saints.
Today we celebrate St Patrick’s Day, and if we are not even a little bit Irish, we pretend, so that we too can be involved in the historical tradition of honoring the sacred saint of Ireland, and enjoying a wee bit of the dram.
Today in history…
Today in 1885; Montana Territory- the legislature banned “pernicious hurdy-gurdy” houses. Well then…
For all the romance, for all the movie representations about Spoiled Doves. we can name more stories of the pain of prostitution. Often a needed way to make money for women of the old west, prostitution was a dangerous and life sapping activity. Women were subject to beatings, disease, overwork and early death. Many women imported from other countries, were held as slaves dependent on their “owners” to survive. Their lives were sad and rough, Women from an early age entered into this system, starting in youth as a featured member of the house and often ending; older and worn out, in back alley cribs.
Widows, daughters, poor destitute women were forced due to circumstances to turn to prostitution to survive. There were few ways for a woman to make money, teaching, store keeping, millinery and prostitution were primary income sources, and the “good” jobs where few.
Upon the shoulders of these outcast ladies; great parts of our country were built.
For a few years we took Lost Creek on up to the northern stretches of Minnesota. Ely that is; for the wonderful Blueberry Festival. We have not been able to attend for a few years because of other commitments. Boy have we missed it.
Ely is a wonderful town; filled with beauty, characters, grand spirit, and history. The festival is the same, Great artists, wonderful friends, good times.
We are hoping to return this year! Keep your fingers crossed for us friends. On the road again!
We love western artwork, and love to share it when possible. We are trying to make sure we attribute the artist, because by golly, they deserve the praise both legally and morally. Here is one found on the internet that made us happy, simply because one of our winter projects has been watching all of the Deadwood series. Tough job huh?
Change is in the air, a positive resolution to counteract the cold! We are once more changing our website. (I rearrange furniture all of the time as well) Stay posted for more changes, and take a peek at what has been done today.
In Texas, prior to the civil war, cattle ran free range. During the war many of the ranchers headed out to fight, and then returned, after the war, to discover millions of wild longhorn cattle roaming the prairies, and desserts of Texas.
Needing a way to get these cattle to a rail head in Kansas, where they could be sold for a decent profit, ranchers with names like Goodnight, Loving,Ackly, and Chisum rounded up thousands of these wild beef at a time, branded them, and headed them north in a 900 mile drive. The cattle trails stretched for a over 2 miles, and were managed by a crew of about 20 cowboys, a trail boss, a wrangler or two and the inevitable, cranky, and multi-talented cookie with the chuck wagon.
An estimated 25,000 to 35,000 men trailed six to ten million head of cattle and a million horses northward from Texas to Kansas during these years,
This amazing era of cowboy-dom, lasted about a meager 20 years, ending with the advent of fenced prairies and homesteaders, yet the legends and history of the trail drive years launched thousands of stories that capture our attention for all time
We have quite a bit to be thankful for here at Lost Creek.
We have our new home, nearly settled after a lot of time spent moving. Shop is back in work, bags and leather goods are being made once again. Christmas orders are coming in.
We have our family, who we love. Since we have moved here Tilly’s family have visited many times, ready to explore our great backwoods, the grandboys, Michael and Andrew, are running wild in the prairie.
We are greatly anticipating a visit from J.T.s wonderful twin grandkids, Drew and Bree. We can picture them playing in the fields!
Our fantastic black lab, Parker, is another thankful member of our family, he runs as wild as the boys, reveling in the fresh air and great smells.
We have health, happiness, enough money to live, enough love to make any rough patches smooth.