Welcome to Historytellers Scavenger Hunt! This is a hunt dedicated to novels historically set in the 1910s, 1920s and 1930s where all genre are welcome. You’ll get the opportunity to discover new authors, new stories and to meet and talk to other readers who love this time period, not to mention that you’ll have the opportunity to win the grand prize which include a digital copy of all the novels participating in the hunt.
The hunt will be online only today 17 March 2019 from 00:00 to 23:59 EST.
Go to the Historytellers Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt.
If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the Historytellers Scavenger Hunt page.
***THE SCAVENGER HUNT***
Directions: I’ve included my lucky number on this post (You will spot it!). All my fellow authors participating in the hunt will include a lucky number on their posts. Collect the these numbers and add them up.
Here is the list of participating authors: https://sarahzama.theoldshelter.com/historytellers-scavenger-hunt-the-authors/
Entry Form: When you have that lucky total number, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify. Entry form is here: https://gleam.io/gH08g/historytellers-scavenger-hunt
Rules: Anyone can take part. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by Sunday 17 March 23:59 EST. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.
How to hunt: https://sarahzama.theoldshelter.com/historytellers-how-to-hunt/
LET THE HUNT BEGIN!
***Howzit! I’m Janet Oakley***
I was born in Washington D.C, grew up in Pittsburgh, and steadily worked my west by going to college in Michigan and onto to Hawaii where I met my future husband. I now live in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I’ve been a avid reader since I was small, thanks to my mom reading to me and our wonderful local libraries. I first tried my hand at writing in second grade with my Funny Bunny series and haven’t looked back. I especially love history so I write both historical fiction novels and non-fiction articles. I also write cozy mysteries set in on the Big Island of Hawaii with a bit of history. When not writing, I love gardening and demonstrate 19th century folkways. Check out my author links and social media before.
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1907. Women climbing mountains in skirts. Loggers fighting for the eight hour day. The forests and mountains of the North Cascades are alive with progress, but not everyone is on board. Caroline Symington comes from a prominent family in Portland, Oregon. Much to her family’s dismay, she’s more interested in hiking outdoors and exploring the freedoms of a 1907’s New Woman than fancy parties and money. She plans to marry on her own terms, not her parents. When she falls in love with Bob Alford, an enterprising working-class man who loves the outdoors as much as she, little does she know how sorely her theories will be tested. Betrayed by her jealous sister, Caroline elopes, a decision that causes her father to disown her. The young couple moves to a rugged village in the North Cascade Mountains where Caroline begins a new life as the wife of a forest ranger. Though she loves her life in the mountains as a wife and mother, her isolation and the loss of her family is a challenge. As she searches for meaning among nature, she’s ushered along by a group of like-minded women and a mysterious, mountain man with a tragic past.
***A SAMPLE FROM TIMBER ROSE***
Chapter 1
Caroline Symington leaned against the sheer rock wall rising above her, her cheek flat against its cold stone face. She took the rope belayed down to her from the crest above and moved to her right. Her high top boot found a good spot and she stepped over to it.
“How is the weather up there, Miss Symington?” a male voice called from below.
Oh, bother, Caroline thought. Martin Colton. Of all the people to worm his way into the only society where she could be herself. She barely knew him, but wondered if his presence was a plot of her parents to keep her in tow. They always fretted about her belonging to a mountaineering club.
She knew she should feel grateful being a scion of a proper, influential family. She had prestige and money, a comfortable life amid proper and comfortable friends and an insured future if she took the opportunities sent along her way. But often being a scion felt like a twig grafted onto root stock and nurtured to grow a certain way. She felt forever foreign, a pear growing on an apple tree.
“Do I spy a flock of hens?” Colton called again.
Caroline considered the rock face above her. Hens! The women in this mountaineering club were the most well- educated and adventurous people she had ever met. Women made up almost half of the club. She ignored him and pulled herself up to the next foothold, her long canvas skirt scraping the rock.
Below her were the five others still climbing the last part of the hike to the pinnacle. The climbers were on a wide ledge mottled with gray lichen and stunted alpine flowers. Underneath the ledge, the drop went down one hundred feet.
She continued up, taking the gloved hands of Peter Lim and Sissie Major for the final step to the top.
Peter smiled at her. He was an experienced hike leader.
“Welcome to our kingdom,” Sissie said, sweeping her arms around. “Isn’t it magnificent?”
“Truly.” Caroline tied her floppy hat’s chinstrap to keep it from blowing away in the steady breeze circling around the top and took a breath of the clean sharp air. The kingdom lay out in all directions, the sharp crags of the Oregon Cascades still snow-covered in summer, mountain meadows and great stands of evergreen forests. A lone homestead sent up a gasp of smoke through its chimney.
She joined the dozen climbers gathered at the center of the flat pinnacle and drank from her canteen. The men sported Filson packer hats and jackets while the women wore a diverse array of long skirts, knickerbockers, or bloomers and logger boots that went almost to the knee. Sturdy shirts, jackets and hats of all styles completed their attire. Except for her logger boots, her friend Sissie looked like a secretary from a Portland firm but looks deceived. She was an accomplished mountaineer, one of the first to climb Mount Hood in the 1890s. Caroline nodded her head at the next three climbers to arrive and raised her canteen to them.
“This is quite a success, don’t you think, Caroline?” Sissie said. “Won’t we have something for our next bulletin?”
“Oh, yes.” She felt like she was on the top of the world for this adventure was her tenth time out on a vigorous hike that required a bit of rope work.
“Miss Sy-ming-ton,” Colton’s voice rose up clear and annoyingly possessive.
“Who is he?” Sissie asked under her breath. “Your beau?”
“Heavens, no. I barely know the man. I didn’t even know he registered to go, let alone liked tramping.”
Peter, still holding the line, called down from the edge. “You having difficulty?”
“Not at all. Not at all. Just wondering how Miss Symington is faring.”
Not well, Caroline thought and blushed. The mountain air made everything so clear and embarrassing.
“I believe she’s fine. Would you please get in line to take the belay so we can get everyone up here?”
“Indeed.”
“Why don’t you join the others over there, Caroline,” Sissie said. “I’d like a group picture and Margaret has a Brownie camera.”
Caroline was relieved to oblige. She started toward her friends then turned back sharply when Colton let out a loud. “Uh-oh.”
“Colton. What are you doing?” Lim shouted. He strained back on the rope. “It’s not your turn yet.”
***AN EXTRA: WHAT WOMEN WORE TO CLIMB ***
“Women’s List for the Mountains” 1908
Tramping suit:
(1) Bloomers or knickerbockers.
(2) Short skirt, knee length, discarded on the hard climbs.
(3) Wool wait or jumper.
(4) Sweater or heavy coat.
- Three pairs of cotton hose.
- Three pairs of boys’ wool socks to wear as the second pair of hose to prevent chafing.
- Mountain boots to the knee, with heavy soles, heavy enough for hob-nails, and these must be placed in soles before starting, using 3 1/2 eighths Hungarian nails in the instep as well as the heels and soles.
- Lighter shoes, like tennis shoes, for camp.
- Gaiters to wear with the light shoes.
- Chamois heel protectors, worn next to the skin, or adhesive plaster, to prevent blistering the heel.
- Two winter undersuits, ankle length and long sleeves.
- Two lighter undersuits, ankle length and long sleeves.
- One dark colored night robe or pajamas.
- Hat, light weight, with medium brim.
- Mosquito head net or bee veil.
- Smoked goggles.
- Heavy gauntlet gloves.
- Three bandana handkerchiefs.
- Rubber poncho, or slicker coat.
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My lucky number is 8 and you need to add it to all the other lucky numbers.
Add up all the lucky numbers and you’ll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!
***CONTINUE THE HUNT***
To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author, Meredith Allison! https://www.meredith-allison.com/blog
GOOD LUCK!!
Great post, Janet!
We often know very little about sports in general in older time, and women sports in particular. I’m totally fascinated by the list of useful things for the mountaineer women.