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Thursday, March 3, 2011

Welcome Ginger Simpson

I'd like to welcome Ginger Simpson to my blog. Ginger has a new Young Adult book Shortcomings  released by MuseItUp Publishing but today she's talking the difference between a woman's life today and life in the past. Her research for another of her books, White Heart, Lakota Spirit provided her with this information. Welcome Ginger

We've Got It Easy, Even when we think we don't...
A good friend reminded me that blogging sometimes needs to be about more than book excerpts and competitions.  I was honored when Mirella Patzer, an author of significant historical knowledge cited me as an authority on the old west.  I stopped and thought about it, and realized I really am.  I've spent countless hours reading about the Lakota Sioux, researching their tribal traditions and rituals, and studying the trials and tribulations that pioneer men and women faced.  For every book I've written, I've spent hours researching contraptions, sayings, language, and more.  I may not be a "true" authority, but I sure know a lot more now than I did when I began writing historical novels. Such is the case for White Heart, Lakota Spirit, the book I'm featuring today.
This morning, I bemoaned the fact that I needed to change our bedding.  While I slipped on clean sheets then stuffed the "used" ones (I started to type "soiled" but that conjured up a big ewwww) into the washing machine, I realized how very spoiled our generation is.
 Had I lived in the old west, I might not have owned anything that resembled a mattress.  Although by the 1800s, beds raised off the ground were commonplace to avoid insects and rodents, poor pioneers often slept on straw covered with quilts or blankets. Rough wooden frames with crisscrossed rope created the foundation. Feather beds were common only among those wealthy enough to have access to down feathers. In some cases, straw was sewn into a bag, and cleaning the bedding meant dragging the heavy sack outside and beating the dust from it. Same for anything that covered the wood or dirt flooring.  No Hoovers or Dust Devils then!

As I added detergent to my washing machine, I thought about the women of the old west who at one time beat their clothing clean on rocks, and later marveled at the invention of a scrub board and a wringing device.  Oh, talk about thanking God for my life.  Do you know that in some third world countries, women still do laundry this way?  Don't you feel lucky?

White Heart, Lakota Spirit
is a stand-alone continuation of Prairie Peace and follows my deep respect and love for the Lakota Sioux.  Grace Cummings and her family are camped near the Black Hills while her father and brother search for gold.  Their camp is attacked by a young band of Lakota and Grace is the only survivor.  Travel with her back to the Sioux village and see how it feels to be in her shoes...or in this case, her bare and bleeding feet.

Six young warriors rode into camp—their faces and horses painted for war. Shock and confusion jolted Lone Eagle at seeing his nephew, Little Elk, among them. Where had the group been? He had no idea they’d left the village. He shoved his way through the throng.

His gaze shifted to the white woman tethered and stumbling behind the Appaloosa of his nephew’s closest friend, Black Crow. Each faltering step testified to her exhaustion. She struggled to remain standing. Her chin lifted momentarily, and she looked directly at Lone Eagle. Long blonde hair hung in matted strands.

Her blue eyes, barely visible beneath the dirty tresses, were wide with fright. One sleeve of her soiled dress hung in tatters down her arm, and crimson chafe marks marred her wrists. Raw and weeping red spots peeked through the veil of dust on her bare feet.
Rage burned within Lone Eagle. He stood in the path of Black Crow’s horse and raised his hand. “As your Chief, I demand to know what you have done.”

Thank you for joining me on my blog tour. White Heart, Lakota Spirit is available at or on for your Kindle or die-hard print people.  I hope you enjoyed my visit today and can join me tomorrow night on Kat's Blogtalk Radio where I'll be discussing my first Young Adult, Shortcomings. 

2009 EPIC Nominee 
LRC 2009 Best Historical Winner


Margaret Tanner said...

Hi Sue and Ginger.
So sorry Sue to hear about Christchurch, a once beautiful city now in ruins. My heart bleeds for it and all its inhabitants.

Ginger, my friend great blog, I certainly wouldn't have been able to survive like the pioneer women did. No running water, hot showers, or the electrical appliances we take for granted.
Although I can remember my grandmother boiling up the sheets in a wood burning copper.



Ginger Simpson said...

Thanks to Sue for hosting me and today, and praise be that she wasn't involved in the recent devastation in least in the physical sense. I think the disaster involved us all mentally.

But, welcome to my second stop on my tour this month. I'm believing some people got left behind when the bus pulled out. Only me and the hostess were there yesterday. Thanks Margaret, for increasing my numbers to four. :)

I'll check back throughout the day, and if anyone has questions, feel free to ask them.

Celia Yeary said...

GINGER--congratulations on the release of your newest book. Oh, I loved your post--historical facts are my love--tell me how the pioneers slept and I'll soak up every word.
I would never have made it as pioneer woman. It's a good thing I live in more contemporary times.
But young people today might say the same thing about how I grew up, even though we thought nothing of the fact that we did not have television, no phone until I was 7, washed clothes in big square tubs by hand and fed the rinsed ones through a hand-crank wringer. This was my chore as a teenager, along with my younger sister.
What do you think of a sixteen-year-old right now if she tried to envision living in that manner?
It's all relevant, isn't it?
I wish you well on this book--Celia

Ginger Simpson said...

Thanks for visiting Celia. I definitely wouldn't have lasted long in the old west, but then the life-span of a pioneer wasn't half as long as people live today. If some horrid disease or marauding Indians didn't cause your demise, then something common like the flu would. You really have to admire the men and women who lived during that time.

Sue Perkins said...

Sorry not to have commented yet. Ginger you are very welcome to my blog. Hope more people visit while you're here. Loved the women of the past bit, I can remember my mother talking about those times. I don't think the teenagers of today would survive if they were told to help with the olden tasks.

She said...

Great posting. I'm glad I live today and not in the past. I like my comforts. Your book sounds good.