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I'm Barb. I write about change. Those niggling alterations that creep into our lives until we laugh at ourselves. And if you don't think change is funny, pull out your high school year book and give it a look-see. Check out "About" in the header if you want to know more.
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Category Archives: Pioneer Friday in Two Pan
For new subscribers, you’ll interested to know the theme of this blog examines CHANGE. Sprinkling our life-adaptations with humor makes them easier to swallow or at least…creates some head-smacking moments of epiphany. I’ve discovered, looking at the past, puts a … Continue reading
I know…I know… It’s been a month since I’ve shown up here. Someday I’ll tell you of my secret carousing, but until National Enquirer finds out and blows my cover, I’ll just keep it hush-hush and instead gust here about … Continue reading
PART 2:Gross Alert!!! The historical information is documented, but names changed here. Some of the birth control practices were gross and questionable. Please click here if you’d like to read something lighter. This past week freighter, Jonas Hopkins was set … Continue reading
We’re looking at change. Every other week we give a sideways glance to the newfangled ideas cropping up in the 1870s. This week, we’re in Two Pan, and even though we hate change, we’ll grudgingly admit…some improvements are long overdue.. … Continue reading
The town meeting to build a school was held in the newly constructed Grubbs Mercantile. Ignacius Grubb has sold mule shoes, single sips of wildfire hooch through glass straws, and tobacco out of barrels since the first gold claim in … Continue reading
This Friday, we look at change in the 1870s. The change is so drastic, it’s made poor Violet Spinrad avoid a sacred pastime for women. Patricia Woolsey had a sewing get-together, today. My heart wasn’t in it. I didn’t go. … Continue reading
No job opportunities exist for Violet Spinrad in 1870—that’s about to change. (We hate change.) I didn’t know what to do, but I needed money. I’d heard Silky Sue, had built a house next to her saloon. I left 14-year-old, … Continue reading
February 9, 1871 Editor: LinkingModifiers-LateBloomerBuds In the past week, Big Opal has employed her usual form of advertising. With her white steeds hooked to her carriage and seats piled with loud buxom sporting women, she visited the mining camps Fully … Continue reading
Welcome to 1870 where Violet Spinrad finds something needs to change. Alice Hopkins showed up at my door. She was out of salt. Can you imagine? That’s like being out of air. We’re so poor the only thing on our … Continue reading