Friday, November 16, 2018

Nancy Lee Badger Presents Author Min Edwards

George Washington gave away my peninsula—and I don’t believe he owned it at the time.

Hi, Nancy. Thanks so much for letting me guest blog for you today!

Since it’s going to be Thanksgiving in just a few days—isn’t it coming early this year?—I thought I’d go back in time and tell you a little story about George Washington.

One morning not too long after George fought his last battle and kicked the British out of our country once and for all, or so he thought, he was lounging with some of his buddies and discussing how well his generals followed his orders and won his battles.
This is a fictional story as I’m a novelist, so don’t go looking on-line for this meeting between ole Georgie and his cronies.

George was trying to come up with some way to thank his best generals without actually giving them money. Someone piped up and said, “Say, why not give them land. Why not give them Maine land? No one wants it anyway.”
Of course, no one wanted it then, it was almost solid rock after the glaciers scraped over it 10,000 years ago and the rest was impenetrable forest. But it wasn’t George’s to give. Oh no, there were native people in Maine and they loved the land even if it was just a big rock with trees.

George thought about this suggestion for a minute and then said, “Good one, Abner. Let me give you the first piece. I have a nice little peninsula which can be easily carved up in plats. All you Generals will love living next to each other, having get-togethers al fresco. You know, sitting on those big boulders scattered around. Maybe serving moose jerky and johnnycakes.”

And so, it happened, my little peninsula, North Lubec, Maine in today’s parlance, was once owned by Generals of the Revolution given to them as rewards for... perhaps being alive in the 1780s? Today I live on a portion of one of those plats. I don’t know if the General who was gifted with it ever lived on it, but in the early part of the 19th century (about 50 years after George’s gift) a ship’s chandler set up his business building a wharf on the beach and a house near the road. He had good taste but didn’t own a level, so my house has elegant moldings, interesting supports, and is 3” off plumb from the southwest corner to the northeast. But I’ve learned to live with it and love it. So, I guess I’m thankful for George Washington and his callous disregard for native rights in the latter part of the 18th century.

Perhaps that’s why I’m writing a series about a family of Native Americans, Shoshone and Arapaho, on the Wind River reservation in Wyoming. We’ve done much harm to Native Americans in the last few hundred years and I want to tell their side of the story. Tell of their troubles, tragedies, and triumphs as well. I’ve taken a character from my newest novel, The Russian Phoenix, and wrapped the first novel in the series around her... Wolf Moon (series title) Book 1, starring Glory Grey Wolf McCullough. The first novel doesn’t have a title yet but follow me on Facebook and send me your suggestions. I’m also planning on a ‘name that character’ contest as well. Join me soon and I’ll tell you all about it.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving

Since my story was short, how about a johnnycake recipe? You can imagine yourself sitting with George’s Generals for ‘tea’ one afternoon while you listen to the music of the shingle beach at your feet.

2 cups stone ground cornmeal
1 teaspoon salt
4 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 cup whole milk
2 tablespoons boiling water

Cream the cornmeal, salt, and butter together. Add the milk and enough water (it may take less than or more than 2 tablespoons) to make a moist but firm batter.
Drop by large spoonfuls onto a hot greased griddle and flatten slightly with the back of a spoon. When brown, turn and cook the other side.

Options: If you’re serving these at breakfast you might add some cinnamon and a little sugar. Then you can dribble syrup over them. If you want them savory to serve with chili or beef stew, add just a little cilantro or perhaps chili powder or chili flakes for an extra kick.

The Russian Phoenix,
a novel by Min Edwards

Russia: 1913. A time of celebration; a time of turmoil for Russia. But for Natasha it’s a time of horror.

Natasha, a young cousin of Alexandra Feodorovna Romanova, the Empress Consort of all the Russias, is eighteen and living a life she never dreamed. The year is 1913, the 300th Jubilee Year of the Romanov rule and it has been filled with fêtes, balls, and excitement. But the night of the last ball of the season a burgeoning love affair goes horribly wrong and she's kidnapped and whisked out of Russia. Her adventures change her life in ways she could never imagine and take her far from home. But her travails forge her into a strong, resourceful woman of the new century.
More About the Author

Image of my shingle (and seaweed) beach 
on George Washington’s Generals’ land

My Muse Zach (I don’t ever show my own face. It’s not that I’m an ogre or a spy or anything, it’s just that for a woman of my age, it’s best not to have your visage spread all over the World Wide Web!)

This is Zach ready for Winter.

Min Edwards is the pen name of archaeologist, former bookstore owner, and eBook designer (A Thirsty Mind Book Design), Pam Headrick. She is a life-long Texas girl who on a whim decided to leave the heat of Central Texas and move to her property on the coast of Maine. What was she thinking? Now Lubec, the most eastern town in the USA is her home. She writes from a desk near her kitchen window in an almost 200-year-old farmhouse overlooking apple trees, mating pheasants, rabbits which turn from brown to white in the winter, and the occasional moose. Just down the road is her private beach which is unfortunately not sand but shingle... small stones which have been tumbled by the surf for eons. And they sing when the 30-foot tides of the area wash over them. Her muse and constant companion is Zach, a 12-year-old black German Shepherd (GSD) who offers comedic relief when she needs it... like when one of her characters is not following orders or a plot has imploded, and it looks like it’s time to start over.

You can find her at:  AmazonAuthor’s Page      Twitter @MEdwardsAuthor

Min Edwards / Pam Headrick emails

Instagrams: I have 2 accounts and I don’t know how 
to delete one! So just check out both or follow me 
so you can see all my posts. Most of the images will be 
of the changing seasons on my property 
or wildlife and Zach. I don’t get out much.

1 comment:

  1. What a yummy recipe and a fantastic plot. Congratulations!