What’s in Mrs. Hale’s Receipt for the Million 1857?
309. Water-proof Boots.–I have had three pairs of boots for the last six years (no shoes) and I think I shall not require any more for the next six ears to come. The reason is, that I treat them in the following manner: I put a pound of tallow and half a pound of rosin in a pot on the fire; when melted and mixed, I warm the boots and apply the hot stuff with a painter’s brush, until neither the the sole or the upper-leather ill suck in any more. It is desired that the boots should immediately take a polish, melt an ounce of wax with a tea-spoonful of lamp-black. A day after the boots have been treated with tallow and rosin, rub over them this wax in turpentine, but not before the fire. The exterior will them have a coat of wax along, and will shine like mirror. Tallow or any other grease becomes rancid, and rots the stitching as well as the leather.
Remembering the Troops
Welcome to Historyweaver’s Blog where Mrs. Hale, a 1850s women’s advocate comments on household matters and family and I write about history. Somehow her “receipt” on waxing shoes seems appropriate for a blog tour celebrating our troops. If you’re just arriving you should be checking in from George Sirois, Kindle best selling author. You’ll be moving onto M. Todd Gallowglas. It promises to be a great ending to such a great event.
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Boots in the Family
I have military men in my family, but they tend to be of the ancient kind. My ancestor, Col. Clement March, commanded the Horse Guards in New Hampshire doing the colonial period. Both of my great-grandfathers served in the Civil War. One was a regular soldier from Ohio who later went to Kenyon College and homesteaded out west in New Mexico and Idaho Territories. The other was a civilian doctor who became a surgeon in the Union Army in 1863 and just a couple of weeks after getting his assignment in the 11th Pennsylvania Volunteers he was at the Battle of Gettysburg. For several days he was in the Lutheran Church tending to the wounded on both sides. He also went west to Kansas. My own father, his grandson, was a scientist and during WWII did secret work for Naval Ordinance. The dearest to me, is my husband, who died 10 years ago. He served in 1st Cav, just a 19 year-old in 1967. He was a radio operator assigned to Special Forces. One of the places was LZ Sharon. Maybe I’ll find out where that was one of these days. Here’s what he wrote in one letter:
“Last few day’s I’ve been doing “Nothing’, Nothing but pick and shovel work for 12 hours a day/ We’re still out here miles from no-where. Building bunkers that will supposedly withstand anything Charlie can heave at us. I’ve yet to see one hold up.”
Some vets said he died of Vietnam for he was way too young. (He had been exposed to Agent Orange) Perhaps that is true, but I some day hope to meet others from his unit so they may know that he had a good life, raised three fine sons and found a career in geology. It is all one hopes for all our troops today. And my hopes for you. What’s next?
My novel Tree Soldier is historical fiction, a story set in a Civilian Conservation Corps camp during the Great Depression. A story of love and forgiveness, Park Hardesty is trying to make amends for a tragic mistake while planting trees, building bridges and fighting forest fires. The CCCs was one of FDR’s most popular New Deal programs. Many of these 18-25 year-old young men later went on to serve in WW II. Many historians say that the skills the boys learned working together in the CCCs helped the US win the war.
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