Monday, June 16, 2014

Leadville, Colorado

 Leadville, the name sounds dangerous, 
and the town was.


  Leadville, where fortunes were made and lost in a heartbeat. And where heartbeats were often cut short by mine cave-ins, gun fights, starvation, and cold weather. 

   Despite being occasionally called Cloud City, it was a rough and tumble place, with flashes of cultural enlightenment and high living.  
    The characters in my new book “A Cowboy’s Fate”, take an 1800’s road trip from Denver to Leadville, so I thought it only fitting to post a few historical facts about the notorious town, and to acknowledge some of the famous folks who walked the dusty streets.
  The town definitely had its ups and downs. In 1860 gold was discovered, but that played out quickly. Then in 1877 silver became the magnet drawing thousands back up the mountain. 

  During its peak, Leadville bragged over 30,000 residents. It became the second largest town in Colorado. With 100 saloons and gambling places, multiple daily and weekly newspapers, and 36 brothels. It was even slated at one time to be the capital.
                             
   Hardscrabble miners, and ruffians of every nature “settled” the town, but the wealth amassed soon drew all manner of folk to the city, both the famous and infamous. They made the daunting trip by foot, by mule, and finally by train. 
The Leadville, Colorado & Southern Railway still follows the headwaters of the Arkansas River route.
                                       
   And the French Gulch Water Tower is still standing, amidst terrific views of Mount Elbert, Colorado's highest snow-capped peak.

               
    At the Top of the Rockies, or the Continental Divide, is Fremont Pass discovered by John C. Fremont in the 1840’s. Depending on which side of the divide you are on, the water and runoff from snow melt either flows toward the Pacific Ocean or the Atlantic. 
                          
  The ridge of mountains starts in Alaska and runs all the way through South America. The highest spot in the United States is located in Colorado.

   About 14 miles northeast of Leadville is the town of Climax, home to the once largest molybdenum mine in the world. Being a romance author, the town moniker, gives one pause, and despite claims it was named Climax because it is the highest, or turning point of elevation, it conjures visions of a more sensual nature. 
    One of the most famous stories associated with Leadville is the saga of Baby Doe Tabor, and it reads like a tragic soap opera. 
   
    Horace Tabor and his first wife Augusta worked in Leadville as shopkeepers, and postmasters, bringing much needed comforts to the miners. Horace struck it rich at the Matchless Mine, but Augusta, a rather no nonsense woman, did not adjust well to high living and extravagance.  
                              
                                                                          Augusta Tabor
  After sticking by Horace for 25 years, their marriage was on the rocks as Horace spent his money lavishly, mostly on his own entertainment—drinking, gambling and frequenting brothels. In 1880, Augusta moved away, to live in Denver

                                       
    Meanwhile, back in 1854 in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, Elizabeth Bonduel McCourt was born. Having a mother who thought her daughter could surely get by on good looks alone, Lizzie was excused from learning domestic chores as she dreamed of being an actress. 
                       
     In 1877 Elizabeth (Lizzie) married Harvey Doe and they followed Harvey’s father to the Fourth of July Mine in Central City, Co. Lizzie donned men’s clothes, creating quite a scandal, as she helped in the mine. But the gold played out, and after moving to an even less charming lifestyle in the town of Blackhawk, Harvey became a remorseful alcoholic and womanizer.

     In 1880, Lizzie divorced Harvey, although the paperwork was not filed until 1886. Then, promising to marry one Jake Sandelowsky's, a shopkeeper, she moved to Leadville.

and Baby Doe - Page 3 the soon to be jilted Jake Sands (Sandelowsky)

    By now, she had already acquired the name Baby Doe, and when Horace Tabor saw her, he was enchanted. 
                         
  He left Augusta for good, and Baby Doe gave poor Jake the heave-ho. 

   Baby Doe wanted to get married, but Augusta refused to grant Horace a divorce. In 1882, the desperate couple found a judge in Durango who granted a divorce, but there were some “irregularities” and fast page shuffling. Undaunted, the couple married secretly in St. Louis, both were bigamists: his divorce was questionable and hers not yet recorded.

    Tabor built a grand theater in Denver, and an opera house in Leadville. 

    The Leadville structure was touted as being the best between Chicago and San Francisco. 



John Phillips Sousa performed there, Jack Dempsey boxed on the same stage...the stage which still features a trap door Houdini allegedly used during his famous disappearing act. Susan B. Anthony and Oscar Wilde also tread the boards.
                                                                            Oscar Wilde

    Infamous characters like ...Doc Holliday, Frank and Jesse James, Buffalo Bill Tom Horn, Bob and Cole Younger and the Daltons passed through Leadville. And stories of Wyatt Earp shooting a marble off the piano at the famous Pastime Saloon (still in operation) are a part of what has made Leadville one of the last remaining authentic early western towns.
                                  

   With the repeal of the Silver Act and the panic of 1893 the Tabor’s fortunes were wiped out. Horace died first, in Denver. Baby Doe returned to Leadville, and although she found religion, she could find no investors for the Matchless Mine. 
                               
   Out of sheer guts and determination, she survived another 35 years, visited only on occasion by her two daughters. 
                

   During the winter of 1935, after a severe snow storm, she froze to death, surrounded by her ramblings and journal entries. Some called her a madwoman—she was definitely a woman from which legends are born, and Leadville claims her as their own.


                                   
                                                      Molly Brown
   Unlike Baby Doe, Molly Brown’s fortune from the Little Johnny Mine remained as unsinkable as the lady herself. She and her husband left Leadville in 1894, relocating to Denver.


              

  In 1895, in an attempt to draw tourists to their town to bolster their flagging economy, Leadville constructed a mammoth ice castle. It opened January 1st 1896. Encompassing 58,000 square feet, it was dubbed the Crystal Palace. The palatial building included an ice skating rink, a merry-go-round, a toboggan run, and several social enterprises, including gambling, restaurants, and dance rooms. 
  
 Unfortunately, Leadville had a very early thaw in March, which destroyed the most magnificent ice palace in history.

  
  Today, one of the winter attractions in Leadville is ski-joring, where they close off main street, build terrifying ski ramps, and pull fearless skiers behind a horse running at full-gallop.     


  For those who prefer summer sports, there is
 pack burro racing....up a mountain. 
                                

     And for those of you who love the paranormal, the Delaware Hotel and Evergreen Cemetery offer several restless spirits such as Madame Molly May who is buried under a tree (and I mean under it). She was said to return to walk the halls of the brothel looking for her jewelry and checking on her "girls". 


   Leadville is the highest incorporated town in
North America. It got its name, not from the lead bullets shot by gunslingers, but because the sand in the surrounding area is 65% lead. 

   I know my characters, Cody and Britania lived a long and happy life in Leadvill. A town where, if you're lucky, dreams can come true. 

See how they got there....
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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

A COWBOY'S FATE available now!

        She believes in the Tarot cards. 
       Four-of-a-kind is more his style.
       Either way—the cards never lie.


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Join Cody and Britania 
on their "road trip" to Leadville 
 as they fend off wild animals, 
 face down a dastardly villain, 
and discover a passionate love for one another. 


 Colorado, 1880
      Kicked out of England for offending the Royal Family, Britania Rule heads for Leadville, in the Colorado backcountry. Passing herself off as a highborn lady, she pursues her dream of opening a parlor of spiritual enlightenment.

 Cody James, her guide, thinks he must be half-crazy to hire-out to a female. But his luck at the gaming tables has run dry, and she’s his meal-ticket out of town. Betrayed by the only woman he ever loved, and shot and left for dead by a man he once called friend, Cody declares himself a loner.

   Traveling side by side, they deny their desire for one another, but the Tarot cards say otherwise—and their hot night of passion confirms the prediction. Will love be waiting at the end of the trail? Or could Cody’s past destroy their future?

Excerpt:
    Cody burst out laughing, this time even harder. 

   Glancing around the back of the wagon, the reason became clear and Britania gasped in alarm. One of her trunks had burst open, spewing lacy be-ribboned undergarments hither and yon. These were not items worn by the type of lady she pretended to be. They were outrageous dainties, a jezebel’s delight, couture de jour for a whore.

  “Oh, bloody `ell.”

   She clamped a hand over her mouth wishing she could call back the words as her upper-class accent gave way to East End twang. On hands and knees, she scurried around gathering up the incriminating garments and stuffing them back into the trunk.

     Using only thumb and forefinger, Cody carefully disengaged a pink rosebud-covered corset dangling off the back of the wagon. “Interesting choice of underclothing, Miss Rule. Can’t say as I’ve seen such pretties outside a bordello.” He offered up the garment, the garters taunting and swinging back and forth in front of her nose.

   “They were gifts, if you must know,” she said, wresting it from his grasp, “going away presents from my girlfriends. And since I nearly met my death a moment ago, I would think you would be more worried about me, rather than the contents of my wardrobe.”

   “Sorry,” he said, his tone indicating he wasn’t—his half-smile reinforcing the point.
                                                 
      Please tell your friends about Mom's new book, and ask them to forward to their friends too. She said we could buy oats and animal crackers with the money! 
                            Thanks, Rosie

Sunday, April 27, 2014

VICTORIAN TEA TIME 2014



The Berthoud Historical Society 
hosts another successful Victorian Tea 
at the McCarty/Fickel house. 



The tables were set with love
and great care. 
Twenty nine wonderful guest 
graced us with their presence, 
as they shared a variety of 
delicious pastries, Black tea, 
scones with cream and lemon curd, 
mini-cupcakes, three types of 
sandwiches, and a fresh 
springtime fruit garnish. 
    Each place setting also included 
a little box of tea 
as a festive party favor. 

A teapot judging contest added 
to the fun and excitement. 
Thank you Shirley 
for judging the entrees.

Prizes were awarded 
to the top three winners. 
     Guests were served 
by our beautiful volunteers, 
dressed in fabulous period costumes. 

Virginia (our fearless leader), 
Gini, Janice, Sandy, and Meda.
Lew Ann, (not pictured) your being there 
added to the fun and your help 
was so appreciated.  
And it's always nice 
to have a man around the house. 

     John keeps the kitchen running smoothly, the tea flowing, and the dishes sparkling clean, as well as helping to set up, and making sure the house is warm and running smoothly, all in between coming to the rescue for any emergencies.  

    Our other male counterpoint, Dick, worked hard too. He logged many a mile between kitchen and table, setting up, and doing several other jobs saving the girls lots of time and effort. Much to my dismay, he managed to elude the photographer. Sorry, Dick. 

  My books were available for those yearning for a romantic read. My thanks to the Society for allowing me to tout my wares. 


I think it's safe to say, 
a good time was had by all,
 and we received many compliments. 


                       When it was over, 
                 we were a wee bit exhausted. 

                       But we can hardly wait
                              to do it again. 

Until next time, good bye 
from the McCarty/Fickel house.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

LONGMONT LIBRARY FESTIVAL

4/12/2014



WHAT A LOVELY AFTERNOON AT
THE LONGMONT LIBRARY FESTIVAL.


And what an honor to be included as a 
Colorado Author. We will soon have our own section in the library. 


Met lots of nice authors and readers. 
Sally McClain author of "A Taint on Texas".
James and LorraineTheall,
 a very nice husband and wife writing team.

Shared a table with an amazing new writer, 
Carolyn Vander Beek (darn didn't get her photo) 
author of.....



The hours flew by, and I got to spend time 
with  my big sister.


Thanks, Kathy, for helping to setup, for taking photo's, for being my "Wing Man", and for always 
finding the Ladies Room!


Following the festival there was a meet and greet,
 with yummy treats for all. 

A beautiful quilt on display

And finally, thank you to Sherri Jennings, and all the wonderful people at the Longmont Library who worked so hard putting together a great event. 


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Saturday, April 5, 2014

Release date for "A Cowboy's Fate"




Available May 28, 2014

A road trip from Denver to Leadville, 
1880 style.When East End London 
meets the Wild West, sparks fly.



Mark your calendars! 
Join Britania and Cody on their western adventure. Rated spicy, and only $3.99 at Amazon. 


   Kicked out of England for offending the Royal Family, Britania Rule heads for Leadville, in the Colorado backcountry. Passing herself off as a highborn lady, she pursues her dream of opening a parlor of spiritual enlightenment. 

 Cody James, her guide, thinks he must be half-crazy to hire-out to a female. But his luck at the gaming tables has run dry, and she’s his meal-ticket out of town. Betrayed by the only woman he ever loved, and shot and left for dead by a man he once called friend, Cody declares himself a loner. 

   Traveling side by side, they deny their desire for one another, but the Tarot cards say otherwise—and their hot night of passion confirms the prediction. Will love be waiting at the end of the trail? Or could Cody’s past destroy their future?