Opinions of Hannah True: the Brothers-in-law

What they really think

Author: Today I am at a meeting room in the Compton Hotel in Westport, Missouri, which was once owned by my guests: Banker Edmund Garr, Minister Graham Russell, and Blacksmith Hiram Pierce. Gentlemen, I have asked you here in order to hear your opinions of your sister-in-law, Hannah True. You may have heard that she recently has been committed to Brookdale Lunatic Asylum. I wonder if you believe that is an appropriate place for her. Also, would each of you please give me one word that sums up your view of her?

Graham Russell: Possessed. She is where she should be.

Author: Possessed? What causes you to hold that opinion?

Graham Russell: Her morals have always been questionable. She rarely attended church services. Her recent involvement with spiritualists revealed the reason she behaved in that way. She is possessed by at least one demon, maybe more. I believe that possession started years ago, but has only recently come to light. I have informed her in a letter that she may no longer communicate with her nieces. Hiram agrees that she should have no contact with his daughters.

Author: Is that so Hiram, and do you agree that Hannah is possessed?

Hiram Pierce: I don’t know about being possessed, but I agree she should never have contact with my girls again. I call her a busybody. She had her nose in my family’s business from the moment I married her sister Minerva. When Minerva died, she stole my girls and brought them here to work in this hotel. And then she caused my only son to break with me. She destroyed my family with her busybody ways.

Author: That’s not what I remember.

Hiram Pierce: You asked my opinion, and I gave it. The witch destroyed my family.

Graham Russell: Yes, witch would be an accurate description.

Author: Mr. Garr, what have you to add? What is your one word description?

Edmund Garr: Capable.

Hiram Pierce: Capable all right. Capable of ripping my family apart.

Edmund Garr: That was not what I meant, so I offer competent instead. For ten years, she ran this hotel. The service was always excellent according to all who stayed here. She kept accurate records and retained employees. Certainly, she did a better job of running it than the current owners. And that was in addition to caring for her invalid mother and your girls, Hiram.

Hiram Pierce: What you call caring for them, I call putting them to work.

Graham Russell: Really, Edmund, she could easily do all you say because she had Satan on her side.

Edmund Garr: I saw no signs of that.

Graham Russell: You wouldn’t with your worship of money and society.

Author: Gentlemen, I see we are veering toward a heated discussion that is off the point. Thank you for coming today and giving your opinion.

For what really happened between Hiram and Ambrose, his son, see Hiram’s Boy on Amazon. To check out the complete five-book saga and all my other books, go to my Amazon author page.

Opinions of Hannah True: Her Sisters Speak

What they really think

Today, I am talking with Hannah’s sisters, Hilda Russell and May Garr. They have recently learned that their aunt, Gertrude Oaks, has had Hannah committed to the Brookdale Lunatic Asylum in New York State.

Author: Good afternoon, ladies. Thank you for joining me today. As you know, I’m trying to make sense of what is going on with Hannah True. Do you believe she is really insane?

Neither woman speaks.

Author: If you were to describe your sister Hannah in one word, what would that word be?

Hilda and May in unison: Embarrassment.

Author: I had not expected such agreement. Why have you chosen embarrassment? May, would you like to speak first?

May: She has never behaved or dressed as a proper lady of her social class. She wore those awful bloomers for what seemed like forever, even after her suffragist idol, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, abandoned them. Then there was the way she traveled about the countryside on her own or with that itinerant Irishman, Ryan O’Rourke.

Hilda: That was Cordelia who did that.

May: Well, Hannah was friends with him. He stopped at the hotel often enough when he was traversing the countryside between Denver and New York City. Socializing with the Irish! Really! Facing the ladies in my sewing club was difficult whenever he was in town.

Author: I think you are getting off topic. Let’s focus on Hannah and your opinion of her. Hilda, why did you say she is an embarrassment?

Hilda: Isn’t being insane enough? I always knew there was something wrong with her. She has never accepted a woman’s role in life. The Bible says the man is the head of the household. I suppose that is why she has never married. She always wants to take control of everyone. She interfered with Minerva’s marriage to the point Hiram had to move his family out west to get away from her. And all that demonstrating for women’s rights. I’ve thought of another word to describe her. May I share it?

Author: Very well. What is it and why?

Hilda: Scandalous. It was not only her behavior with that O’Rourke person. It was traveling from New York to here and back with that Paul Simmons. From the red hair, I would say he was Irish, too. Regardless of that, as a minister, Graham was mortified to have his sister-in-law behaving in such a loose manner. And poor Aunt Gertrude, having to commit her niece to a lunatic asylum. How that must have damaged her reputation in the New York social circles she is a part of. Thankfully, no one in Westport knows about that. While the telegraph brought us the distressing news of her membership in a spiritualist group that claims to communicate with the dead, at least, commitment to an asylum was not part of that story.

Author: Do you both believe that Hannah may truly be insane? May?

May: Absolutely.

Author: Hilda.

Hilda: What else could cause her to behave in such a way? She is obviously possessed by demons, and that has caused her to lose her senses. That is what my husband believes.

Author: I’ll be interviewing your husbands next and getting their opinions first hand. For now, thank you, ladies, for telling me what you really think about Hannah True.

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Also, Undercurrents is now available in paperback.

Life with the Aunts: Part 8

Previously, the spirit of Jennie’s brother appeared to her with advice: Don’t let anyone know you’ve seen me when you are awake. Meanwhile, Ella struggles to be a good big sister and protect Jennie from their uncle’s wrath. In this post, Lucy comes to visit.

Lucy

It had been a week since I last attempted to visit Jennie and Ella. This morning, Aunt Hilda was conducting a ladies’ meeting at the church, and Aunt May was attending. With my uncles at their respective work places, church and bank, it was the perfect time to see my sisters.

Upon my arrival at Aunt Hilda’s, I knocked at the door, but there was no answer. I walked around the parsonage and found them on their knees, working in the vegetable garden. I rushed toward them, calling out their names as I crossed the yard between the back of the house and the garden. .

They stood, smiled, waved, and ran toward me.

Ella’s breath came in puffs as she reached my side. “Lucy, it’s been so long.”

“Forever,” Jennie agreed, and both girls threw their arms around me.

I hugged them close. Jennie sobbed and her shoulders shook. “What is it?” I asked, alarmed by her obvious distress.

Ella stood back, and her sad eyes gazed into mine. “The usual thing. Her dreams about our brother and bad things that might happen. I’ve told her not to say anything, but she doesn’t always listen.”

“How can I stay quiet if someone is in danger and I know it,” Jennie said. “What good is knowing if I can’t help?”

Ella scrunched her face. “Do you think Aunt Hannah will come for us? We could write her and tell her how bad it is.”

I shook my head. “We can’t. She has no money or work to make any. She would feel so bad if we told her how bad life is here, so we must promise not to tell her in a letter or if she comes to visit. She will make a home for us as soon as she can. Until then, we must make her believe our lives are pleasant.” I looked steadily into their eyes. “Promise.”

They met my gaze. “Promise,” they said in unison.

What’s next for this blog?

This is the final post in the “Life with Aunts” series. Since Undercurrents will go live on Amazon on April 30, I may post a brief scene from the book next week. Coming attractions for this blog will include information on Book 3 in the series, which has a working title of Overcoming. I’ll be posting character bios and historical research into places and events in the new novel. If you like what you see here, please click the follow button.

Undercurrents is on preorder now. Order a copy here.

Life with the Aunts: Part 7

Both Ella and Jennie have gone to bed. Ella, now ten years old, reflects on their life with Aunt May and Uncle Russell.

Ella

I lay in the dark beside Jennie and listened to her sniffling, knowing she was crying, not knowing what to do. Lucy can’t help us. No one can. Uncle Graham and Aunt Hilda were convinced a demon possessed my little sister, and they were punishing her.

The first dream I could remember her having was about Mark. She didn’t say anything about it until after he died—months after the border ruffians had attacked Pa. She had seen that in a dream too but thought it was just a nightmare. She knew when Ma was dying. But we all knew that even though we didn’t admit it to each other.

When we came to live with Aunt Hannah at the hotel, Jennie finally told us about her dreams. Aunt Hannah was nice about it although I could see she wasn’t sure Jennie’s dreams were really prophecies of what was to come. And why did a dream have to be caused by a demon? Joseph in the Old Testament had dreams. Uncle Graham didn’t say Joseph was possessed.

Aunt Hannah was gone, and Lucy was with Aunt May, and we were stuck here with Uncle Graham and Aunt Hilda. Lucy was wearing nice clothes and getting ready to go to parties and have beaus while Jennie and I were just servants to Uncle Graham and his church.

Beside me, Jennie’s sniffling stopped and her breathing deepened. She was sleeping. I gripped the blanket around my shoulders and wondered when sleep would come for me. There were chores to do tomorrow: beds to make, floors to scrub, meals to cook. School was two months away. For the first time, I longed to go there, anything to get out of this house for a few hours a day. An awful thought worked its way into my thoughts: What if Uncle Graham wouldn’t let us go to school. He didn’t think girls needed an education. He’d always griped about Aunt Hannah wasting time educating us. In spite of all my dark thoughts, sometime in the night, I fell asleep. 

Jennie’s flapping arms and shouts woke me.

“No! No!” she cried out.

I rolled out of the way of her flailing fists and pulled the blanket tight around her so she couldn’t hit me. “Wake up, Jennie. You’re dreaming.”

After a short struggle, her body quieted, but she was still crying.

“What is it, Jennie.” My face was close to hers. A sliver of moonlight allowed me to see her eyes. She seemed to be looking past me.

“I won’t,” she said.

“Won’t what?” I asked, letting go of the blanket because she’d stopped fighting me.

The door to our room flew open, and Aunt Hilda stood illuminated by the lamp Uncle Graham, standing behind her, held. Both were in their nightclothes.

“What’s going on in here?” Aunt Hilda demanded.

Jennie sat up. “My stomach hurts.” She pressed her hands to her belly and gagged.

“Don’t make a mess on the bed,” Aunt Hilda said. “Go on.”

Jennie sprang from the bed, ran past them, and headed down the stairs and out the door. “She didn’t have anything to eat since this morning,” I said. Well, not that they knew of. I had given her the biscuit and meat. I hoped no one checked for crumbs. I prayed God would forgive me for lying. I remembered the first lies I ever told were about food. Mrs. Collins had brought us something when Ma was sick, and we ate it before Pa got home. There were lots of things we learned it was best not to tell Pa. The same was true here. I didn’t believe Jennie’s upset stomach had anything to do with food, but I wasn’t going to say so.

Come back next week for the last episode in this blog series and an update on the Adventures of Hannah True.

Free Hannah True Prequel

If you are reading this, there’s a good chance you are a Hannah True fan and want to know more about her relationship with Paul Simmons, the man she almost married ten years before the first novel novel in the series, Uprooted. She hasn’t heard from him since they mutually ended the relationship, but now he is eager to see her again. She doesn’t quite know why, but she finds out in Book 2 of her series, Undercurrents. I am working hard to finish Undercurrents by April 30. In the meantime, if you are interested in reading the backstory of these two, it is available for free if you sign up for my newsletter, which I haven’t developed yet. More about that in the next paragraph. But here is the link to sign up for The Courtship of Hannah True.

What newsletter?

I do not yet have a newsletter, but all the writing/marketing gurus say I need one. So I’m looking into it, trying to choose the mailing list service provider right for me. I signed up for one, but I’m not getting along with the technology. I’m not sure when the newsletter will happen.

So why a signup now?

Because The Courtship of Hannah True is done and up on Book Funnel, and I want you to have it before Undercurrents comes out. I don’t want you to wait for indecisive me to pick a service provider, but I would like to be able to contact you in the future. In the meantime, I promise, I will not share your email address with anyone. You will not be spammed.

What would be in the newsletter?

I am looking at a monthly, or possible quarterly, newsletter with announcements of upcoming books in the series with historical tidbits and research experiences. There may also be contests and drawings and other special promotions. But if all that doesn’t sound enticing, you can always opt out. The first newsletter, when there is one, will have a place for you to do that.

If you read the prequel…

I’d love to know what you think of the prequel. Did you enjoy the story? Was there something you wanted to know that wasn’t included? Please leave a comment on the blog or my Facebook page. Click on the link now and start reading The Courtship of Hannah True.

A Hannah True Prequel

Hannah True, a popular character in the Pierce Family Saga novels, now has her own series, The Adventures of Hannah True. A romance that didn’t work out was hinted at in the Pierce books. In Uprooted, the first book in Hannah’s series, we learn that she was once engaged to be married, and that the man, Paul Simmons, has learned she will be back in New York sometime soon–and he wants to meet with her.

In Undercurrents, book 2, which is still in progress, Hannah makes it to her Aunt Gertrude’s in New York City and re-connects with Paul Simmons. This book, like Uprooted, has a mystery to be solved, so I didn’t want it to get bogged down with flashbacks to the past. Still, I thought some readers would like to know what happened back in 1848 when Hannah met Paul at the Woman’s Rights Convention in Seneca Falls, New York. Therefore, I have written a prequel, The Courtship of Hannah True, which I will make available as soon as I figure out how to distribute it for free. My goal is to resolve the distribution question before Christmas. Until then, a sneak peek at the prequel appears below.

The Courtship of Hannah True

February 1848

It was a normal winter day with a few snow flurries but nothing threatening until we finished our evening meal. Then Papa touched a napkin to his lips, sent a meaningful glance at Mama, and then they both turned their stern faces on me.

Papa cleared his throat. “Let’s retire to the parlor. Your mother and I have something to discuss with you.”

My nerves tightened as the determined glances they exchanged told me I wasn’t going to like what they had to say. I was a grown woman of twenty-six and earned my keep by working in the hotel, but me being unmarried gave Mama and Papa the illusion that they should direct my life toward a more desirable situation.

We rose from the dining table in unison. Papa stood back and motioned me forward, Mama followed me, and then he fell in behind. I felt as though I were being herded to my destiny.

It turned out, I was.

In the parlor, a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow on the room, but outside the wind howled, and a bit of cold seeped into the room around the window frames. Papa turned up the flame of a lamp on the table between his chair and Mama’s. I sat in the third chair that formed a semi-circle in front of the fireplace.

Again, a serious look passed between them that set my nerves on edge.

“What is it?” I asked. “Is someone ill?”

“Not exactly,” Mama said, “but we’re concerned about Aunt Gertrude.”

“Why?” My stomach knotted. Aunt Gertrude was Mama’s older sister, and though I hadn’t spent a great deal of time with her, she was dear to me, encouraging me in the many letters we had exchanged over the years.

“Because of Uncle Stanley’s passing,” Papa said.

My forehead furrowed as I tried to make sense of their reasoning. “That was last April, ten months ago. Why are you concerned now?”

“Well, of course, my sister is still in mourning,” Mama said. “She’s rattling around that big house all alone except for the servants. She really needs some companionship.”

“Why me? Why now?” I asked. But I was certain I knew. My parents were eager to have me marry, and I had just broken off a relationship with a possible suitor. In their eyes, I was an old maid and needed a husband to take care of me. In my eyes, I needed nothing of the sort.

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Did this word exist in that time?

I came across this article in my drafts section. Because my struggle with getting the right word for the time continues, I thought you might be interested in the following statistics about the number of English words in existence and the number the average person actually uses.

The same issue of Godey’s that suggested Christmas gifts for 1864 contained a paragraph of information taken from the Literary Gazette claiming that the English language at that time had only 25,000 words. According to several internet sources, the English language currently has over 170,000 in current use, and the average person knows about 40,000 words but uses around 20,000 of them regularly. After my recent suffragist/suffragette experience, I have become hyperaware of when words came into existence, and from the above statistics, I have reason for my concern.

In the same paragraph stating the number of words in the English language in 1864 (I am supposing someone arrived at that statistic by counting the words in a dictionary ), additional word counts were given for specific works. According to the Literary Gazette, the Old Testament has 5,643 different words, Milton’s Paradise Lost has 8,000 different words, and all of Shakespeare’s plays and poems together, have 15,000 different words. What I wanted to know as I read the above is who in the age before computers made the count and why. Unfortunately, the brief paragraph did not disclose that information.

An Update and a Question

As you can see from the blog header, Uprooted, the first book in the Pierce family spinoff series, The Adventures of Hannah True, has been published. I am about halfway through the first draft of Undercurrents, the second book in the Hannah series. The time is July 1860. Hannah has left Chicago and has at last arrived at Aunt Gertrude’s in New York City.

A jump back in time

In Hiram’s Girls, I left the Pierce siblings during Christmas season, 1864. That means in Uprooted and Undercurrents, everyone is four years younger than they were at the end of Hiram’s Girls. Hopefully, that isn’t a problem for you, dear readers. In some ways, it is like reading a prequel. This is what happened that wasn’t in the other books. My plan is that by the fourth book in the Hannah series, the story will be in 1864 again, and we can see the events of the search for Ava through Hannah’s eyes.

The ending of Hiram’s Girls

In the Amazon comments, a few readers have voiced their dissatisfaction with what they considered a quick ending to Hiram’s Girls. I want to assure everyone that you have not seen the last of the siblings. They will be part of the new series, and they may even have more books of their own as the Civil War ends. Ambrose must decide where his family will live, Lucy will study to be a doctor, and Jennie will have to decide what to do with her psychic abilities. And then there is Cordelia. The first book in the series was hers. Should she have another?

Question

Would you like another Pierce family book, and if you would, whose story would you like me to tell?

Please answer in the comments section.

The Monster Tornado of 1860

From The Press and Tribune, Chicago, June 5, 1860

Combining History and Fiction

Uprooted is set in Chicago in June 1860. As I searched for a way to describe the city, its newspaper, The Press and Tribune, seemed an excellent place to start. I didn’t expect to find an event that would become part of the novel, but being from Kansas and having lived in two towns that experienced tornadoes, the story of the tornado that wiped out Camanche, Iowa, and other towns in its path caught my eye and my heart.

It caught Hannah True’s heart too. Her life had been uprooted because her father’s will left her without a home or income, but when she read about the death and destruction caused by the monster tornado, she understood what true loss was.

Then as now, communities came together to help the survivors of this monster storm, originally reported to have traveled one hundred miles, but days later, the distance was corrected:

“…each day has added to the news of the disaster, each mail has brought us fresh accession to the horrors of a Sunday evening when a fiercer tornado than ever in the memory of man visited the tropics, passed over an extent of country, as it now seems from Western Iowa across Illinois, across the lake and thence into the heart of Michigan, a distance of upwards of four hundred miles.”
“The Great Tornado,” The Press and Tribune, Chicago, Monday, June 11, 1860

Woven into the novel are some of the efforts Chicagoans made to help the victims of this devastating event.