A Time for Love: Four Historical Romances
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A Time for Love - Vanessa Carvo
A Time For Love: Four Historical Romances
By
Vanessa Carvo
Copyright 2016 Quietly Blessed & Loved Press
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The Locust Fighting Nebraska Bride & Her Tenacious Farmer
Synopsis: The Locust Fighting Nebraska Bride & Her Tenacious Famer - A garment factory worker, not a fan of insects, heads out to a farmer in Nebraska, where the area appears to be under an imminent threat of attack by locusts, at least if the couple are to believe a crazy beekeeping old man who dresses up in a giant locust costume, and who keeps on yelling They’re Coming
, every chance he gets.
Monday, March 10, 1890
New York City—Mid-Morning
Print Shirtwaist, Inc.
New York, New York
Sophie Veilleux, twenty-one, redhead and a French immigrant wiped her brow and continued to press the men's waist shirt in front of her. Monday started another workweek and Sophie needed the money. Her boss walked by and stopped.
We work harder over here, Miss Sophie Veilleux, than the French do I suspect.
I'm going as fast as I can. It's so hot in here. Can't we open the windows or something?
No. It's against our company rules.
He knelt down next to her like he was her best male friend and continued, If you want you can leave and take a breath of fresh air outside--forever.
No. Mr. Galley. I need this job. I hope to move out of the crowded tenement house on 48th Street next year.
Mr. Mario Galley nodded. That's the good American spirit. Work your way out of poorer circumstances.
Mr. Galley stood up. He lifted his pants in a leering way. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps. Make something of yourself.
My motto is if a job's worth doing, it's worth doing well.
I always tell my girls after they quit, not that you're going to quit on me, Sophie...
I'm not going to quit, Mr. Galley.
If you can work at the Print Shirtwaist, Inc., you can work anywhere, overcome any circumstances.
Sophie stared helplessly as Mr. Galley made his way, stalking slowly pass other crowded White Shirt press workers. Waist making was a new field of work. As more people, including women office workers grew, they needed shirtwaists as their office uniform. These new white-collar workers, included women in positions as stenographers, switchboard operators, like her sister, Capucine, salesgirls, office clerk and schoolteachers.
Women's shirtwaist dresses paired with a long dark work skirt became the fashion dress for women everywhere. And even out west women picked up the simple, neat fashion stable finally popularized by the Gibson Girl photograph in Godey's Fashion Magazine.
Men wore shirtwaists too. Only, their fabric was thicker. Most of the women in the east moved off the rural farms into the cities into the cloak making profession. Sophie was only a child when her dad, Aymon, moved from France to America for work. He worked in an office as a machine designer. Every day Sophie worked on a men's waist shirt, she imagined her dad buying it in the department store. This kept Sophie's spirit up.
She wanted to be a cutter or designer of the shirt. In this way, she could possibly learn to make her own clothes and more importantly be able to support and save money for herself. But men waist shirt workers held all the high-end jobs like cutters. Sophie became a trimmer, then worked her way up to operator. There were the finishers, but that bored Sophie once she saw her best friend Amy, an Italian girl, doing it. Most of the female waist shirt workers were Italian.
Over one hundred workers crowded on one floor of the ten-story building. Hundreds more work worked on other floors sewing the shirts together, sleeves, thick white collars and buttons; shirts worn by the American male work force across the country. Shirts made for pennies but sold at a good profit for the Pressed Shirtwaist Clothing, Inc.
Pressed Shirtwaist Clothing, Inc., had been fined several times for keeping all the windows and doors locked. It was a fire hazard. Should anything happen the women ages fourteen to forty-five had no choice but to jump to their deaths. That is, unless the Firemen got to 12th Street and Broadway fast enough to catch them as they leapt from the windows.
Sophie bent her head down and took a look at the front panel of the white shirt. She got paid by the piece. They worked fifty-six to fifty-nine hours a week, 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. weekdays and part of Saturday. They might have to work Sundays too. She hardly had any time off to herself. Pressed Shirtwaist Inc. charged them for needles, thread, electric power, hair and lockers. On top of all this, trickery occurred. Upon completing a batch of shirtwaist work, they received a minuscule ticket that easily became lost. And once lost, you could not be paid for all your hard earned work.
She pulled the huge steel press down on the shirt, just barely missing her finger. It wasn't even noon yet.
Her white blouse paired to her taupe work skirt looked as neat as the now finished white shirt. Sophie put the shirtwaist on the hook and it slid down the assembly line of women workers to those who folded it, and finally it arrived at Amy, in Sophie's line, who stuffed it into a bag and dropped it into a box for the growing department stores up and down the east and west coasts.
Lifting books as a librarian suited Sophie idea of her worth. She had wanted to become a librarian at first, back in France. Now in America, she had wanted to become a manager until actually working in Pressed Shirt, Inc. But, her heart wasn't into it. She believed people had a chance, if given a fair chance to succeed. Eventually, a major fire would probably kill the lot of them and it will just be another newspaper tragedy boosting the sales of the New York Times.
Amy mentioned going out west. She talked of the open air, mountain ranges of Idaho, Utah, and Colorado. But redhead Sophie wanted some place flat. All ready she climbed four flights of stairs just to reach her crowded apartment; her mom's apartment on the four floor of their building. Sophie wanted to be able to stand and see for miles and miles in all directions. Farmland in the plains states satisfied that urge.
Out there she'd watch the horses shake their manes and run; cows chewing contently on hay; sheep braying as they munched grass, chickens cackling as they fed on corn. Plains states open grass fields probably planted with wheat, hay, straw and other crops appealed to Sophie. She just had to get away from one human living on top of one another like stacked horseshoes in a hot black smith's shop, or like cans of food in a grocery store.
Sophie couldn't afford a New York Times though to look at the Mail Ordered Bride ads; so she used Amy's copy when she found the potential beau for her westward trip. Amy and Sophie had the same plump build, weighed about one hundred and thirty pounds, and stood five feet seven inches. But, Sophie’s looks were angular though. Her broad shoulders gave her a strong appearance. Her eyes almost slanted like a Chinese.
Her plump and soft lips recalled some seventh-century painting by one of the Dutch masters. Her hands, long, slender, and strong, were only one feature on Sophie that looked like a model in Godby's magazine. Her red hair and noticeable soft-spoken French accent supplied another feature. The kind of man she wanted was someone who loved the outdoors; someone with the heart to sit and talk on the porch and watch wheat fields bend in their natural course and progress. He wanted children but not too soon; he loved her for wanting to come out west.
They'd enjoy nature together and live happily ever after on the farm. She didn't care if it was a Homestead Act farm or how long they had to farm the land to own it. She intended to stay on the farm. Anyplace was better than being cooped up in the crowded cities with disease and squalor. She refused to marry any male younger than twenty-one and they had to have been on their farm for at least four or five years.
After work, Sophie did pirouettes and pinched herself. I've found the man of my dreams--Paul Brochu from Nebraska. He's one-quarter French on his dad's side.
You mean the man you want to marry? Any man you want to marry is not a dream, Sophie.
Oh why do you have to put such a stoic spin on things?
Sophie hugged her best friend as they walked to catch a carriage home. They share the riding expense. On their meager salaries every penny needed to do its maximum work.
"He's got a big farm right smack in an open flat prairie plains of Burwell Nebraska. Plains they used to take on the Overland Trails out west. It has Pawnee Indians nearby, but they're friendly mostly. Paul says, millions of acres exist for homesteading and millions of homestead farmers are making a success out west.
My beau lives in Kansas,
Amy replied. So we won't be that far from one another. But it won't be all easy, Sophie,
Amy cautioned. Even if the Indians are friendly, there are wild storms that can blow everything down and make for costly repairs; plains fires and insects that can ruin all the crops and floods and stuff.
Oh Amy, don't talk mean about God. I refuse to talk about the weather, because God causes the weather. I'm not going to disagree with God. He does what He wills.
God does what he will, but you'll have to live with the results, Sophie.
Sophie held her chin up high. I can't do anything without God, Amy, and neither can you.
Sophie clutched the mail ordered bride letter tight to her bosom as their carriage made a left turn to go home. Amy kept walking ahead.
I'll see you at work tomorrow, Sophie.
I wouldn't be so sure about that. I have clothes to buy and Paul wants me to catch the Cross-Continental Train and come out right away.
Why don't you wait three weeks? We'll go out together.
And miss my time for marriage and bliss? Are you crazy? I'm not marrying you, Amy. I have my Paul Brochu.
Tuesday, March 11, 1890
New York City--Mid-Morning
Print Shirtwaist, Inc.
New York, New York
I'm turning in my sewing and pressing equipment. Mr. Galley. I won't need either out west on the farm.
Mario Galley's jaw dropped in surprise. Sophie, I'm glad for you. Gosh it so hard here. And our boss, Mr. James Ketcham does not let us give you girls a break. I've complained about you all being locked in the building, stairways, and exits locked, but he said people will steal cloth for skirts, diapers and shirts.
Mr. Galley flashed a big bright smile. His receding baldhead though, reminded Sophie how long he'd worked for the Print Shirtwaist, Inc. He probably agreed with every dangerous regulation in place.
Sophie decided not to fight a battle that wasn’t hers anymore. I'm so glad you're on our side, Mr. Galley. I think more highly of you now.
Where will you be going, Sophie?
Nebraska, the wheat and farm state.
Mr. Galley nodded. We sell shirts out there as well; in the cities mostly though. Farmers buy work shirts. Well. I always tell my girls that quit,
If you can work at the Print Shirtwaist, Inc., you can work anywhere, overcome any circumstances."
Sophie rose. Thank you for the vote of confidence.
Sophie received her last paycheck and went on a clothing-shopping spree. She bought riding pants, dark color work skirts, and white blouses of different variety. Her little bit of money went fast, but Paul wired some money and Sophie soon packed an entirely new wardrobe. She even bought some tanned work gloves.
The adventure took a full pleasurable day. Every face she met received Sophie's going away smile. For she was happy to be leaving for better circumstances, fewer people and more of the great outdoors and starting her new life.
Thursday, March 13, 1890
New York City--Mid-Morning
New York Public Library
New York, New York
Being in love motivated Sophie in unexpected ways. She found herself being more conscious of her cooking. Next, Sophie tried to be a better conversationalist. Farms may be out in the middle of the land or state, but farmers must talk and converse with one another. The New York Times always enjoyed a bit of gossip or even true stories, any of which the farmers in Kansas probably find exciting.
She wore one of her new outfits, a black and white pinstriped blouse, high collar, with puffed sleeves and matching walking skirt and black boots to the New York Public Library. The New York Times wasn't free and Sophie spent all her money on clothes and personal items for her trip out west. The library held thousands of New York Times, from past to present.
While reading the New York Times, she came across an article talking about the great Mountain Locusts Disaster of 1874. She asked the librarian a blonde with tight hair bun on the back of her neck and plain white Georgian blouse and black skirt to find the 1874 article or most inclusive one. She