#prairie woman

[lake-lady]

Prairie woman energy 🍄🥧🧵🪆

[orofeaiel]

Rhododendrons Self-Portrait, from my Gunne Sax in the Wild series.

[fictionadventurer]

I didn't realize just how much Little Town on the Prairie meant to me as a book. I've barely started and every bit feels iconic. This one and Little House on the Prairie feel more like home than most of the other books do.

[jigsawjo]

2024-05-17, 1000, “70s Shows”

[danafoss]

Here's the new chapter of The Piano Teacher!

And on Wattpad

[roses-red-and-pink]

Shout out to ma ingalls, and all other pioneer women like her, that when their husband said “let’s pack up and leave this nice house and all our friends and family and move to the middle of nowhere to live in a house made of literal dirt” they said “ok”

[nerdynanny]

@doctorbrown requested a starter and gets CUTE SHIT

"I've asked Marty to mind the boys for the weekend. Which means we have the house all to ourselves. And-- I was thinking we could go somewhere fun." Clara Clayton-Brown was a doting mother, a dedicated teacher, and a modern [ish] woman. As modern as a woman scooped from the eighteen eighties could be a century later.

But she was happy and healthy. She had love and a family-- in a future where [and she'd been shocked to learn this] women could vote.

It was overwhelming at first-- but the years she'd spent with Emmett while he worked on the Time Train had given her time to properly acclimate. Emmett spun such wonderful tales about modern conveniences like ovens and microwaves.

Despite her love of the modern era-- she occasionally felt homesick.

"I was hoping-- maybe we could go away for the weekend to one of those historical getaways. I-- I know we could just go back then but this might be a fun way to do that without possibly altering the future." Clara pulled out a small brochure she'd ordered off a television program.

"See? They've got this whole Oregon Trail experience-- I mean it's not entirely right, but they're trying to capture what life was like a century ago."

[r34needfulthings]

[thebarefootcajun]

Juneaux, Woman in a Man’s Body

Junior they called him. She preferred to be called Juneaux. But he’d never felt right as Junior. See, Juneaux was a woman trapped in a man’s body.

She wore women’s clothing. So shocking for her parents that Juneaux moved out of her parents house immediately after graduating from High School at the Lily High School of the village of Lily. In that small village were the largest assortment of Louisiana day lilies found anywhere in the state.

Juneaux was quite ambitious. She wanted to be a veterinarian in this small village. She loved living here despite being ostracized as a weirdo with leprosy.

Thank goodness for a childless older couple who loved because they followed Jesus, not the church. They felt Jesus wouldn’t have been associated with any of the churches that they knew. Jenny and Frank offered to house Juneaux. Since they couldn’t have children of their own why not invest in Juneaux’s young life. They sent her to vet school and covered all costs.

Juneaux left the state for vet school. She left the South and went up North where the people there were more accepting of outliers. Juneaux graduated with top honors; she stayed on two more years and specialized in veterinary surgery. Juneaux was offered a partnership in upstate New York; she declined because she was homesick for Louisiana, Jenny and Frank.

Not a great era to be a woman trapped in a man’s body; the year was 1932. But Juneaux was determined to live her authentic life and she had two adopted parents who would support her, Jenny and Frank.

Juneaux opened up a veterinary practice on the outskirts of the Village of Lily. Her business struggled since no one wanted a man living as a woman to treat their animals. Juneaux was patient; she knew she was different and that would take some getting use to, but she also knew that Cajuns were good people who when they got to know her would trust her.

The closest vet was about twenty-five miles over in another Village named Verger de Pêchers, Peach Orchard, a place with an abundance of peach orchards making the sweetest peaches. It was quite a hike in 1932. Juneaux was right there ready to use her veterinary skills, but people snubbed her because she was a man in a woman’s body.

One morning an older widowed lady Mrs. Ronde found her old dog Sharon hardly breathing in the bed right next to her. In her nightgown she picked up Sharon and walked her to the vet. Juneaux was there with open arms, gently taking Sharon from Mrs. Ronde’s hands into the examination room. After a thorough exam it appeared that Sharon had developed congestive heart failure. Juneaux gave her pills to help with the breathing issues, instructions for a new diet and some gentle exercise to keep Sharon agile and moving.

As Mrs. Ronde left Juneaux’s pet service she hugged her with these words, “Chère,

Bébé, tu a sauvé mon vielle chien. Merci beaucoup!” (Dear, baby you have saved my old dog. Thank you so much!)

Word got around about Juneaux’s pet care with Sharon. People began to trust Juneaux with their pets and her business began to thrive. Juneaux was seen through different lenses after that, not as a freak, but as a beautiful

woman, a gentle spirit, and a trusted vet.

[coochiequeens]

Operations have paused at a Canadian landfill where the bodies of at least two Indigenous victims of an alleged serial killer are believed to be buried, amid mounting frustration that authorities are not doing enough to recover the bodies.

Police in Winnipeg announced last week they had charged Jeremy Skibicki, 35, with the murder of Morgan Beatrice Harris, 39, and Marcedes Myran, 26, of Long Plain First Nation, months after he was accused of killing Rebecca Contois, 24, from O-Chi-Chak-Ko-Sipi First Nation.

He was also charged in the death of a fourth unidentified victim, to whom the local Indigenous community have given the name Buffalo Woman(Mashkode Bizhiki’ikwe).

Earlier this week, police said they believed the remains of Harris and Myran were buried in the Prairie Green landfill, but ruled out a recovery of the bodies, saying that the size of the site and lack of resources made the task unfeasible.

On Thursday afternoon, the Manitoba premier, Heather Stefanson, and the Winnipeg mayor, Scott Gillingham, told reporters the landfill has temporarily stopped accepting garbage at the request of officials, raising the prospect that a search could be possible.

Stefanson said it was important to “take this pause, and we get this right”.

Police chief Danny Smyth said that while Contois’s body was recovered from another landfill, the scale of the Prairie Green Landfill would complicate any search efforts. He said that since the bodies were probably placed in the landfill in March, nearly 10,000 truckloads of garbage have been dumped, and that trash at the landfill is compacted with 12 metres of heavy mud. Smyth also said investigators have no clear starting point to search the sprawling facility.

But Indigenous leaders say police are not doing enough, and called on Smyth to resign.

“This search is feasible and similar efforts have succeeded in the past despite even more obstacles,” the Assembly of Manitoba Chiefs grand chief, Kathy Merrick, said. “How do you look these young girls in the eyes and tell them you’re sorry, but you won’t even attempt to recover their mothers who fell victim to a serial killer?”

On Thursday, the chief of Long Plain First Nation, where Harris and Myran were from, also joined calls for the Smyth’s resignation

“The message you are sending to the greater community, to the non-Indigenous community is that Indigenous women don’t matter and that if someone wants to target or hurt our women they can dump them in the landfill and no one will look for them,” said Kyra Wilson. “Right now we have two young girls that have asked and begged for their mother to be found, to be brought home.”

Cambria and Kera, the daughters of Morgan Harris, have become outspoken critics of how police have handled the situation.

“You are telling us we don’t matter and you are still dropping trash on top of us like we don’t matter, and that’s disgusting,” Cambria told reporters.

Kera said the families wanted a “reasonable comprise” but had not yet received an acknowledgment from police.

“Not only have you refused to search these landfills, you have presented no alternative routes for how we can give these women peace.”

[dudeshusband]

my url is kinda disingenuous because i've only actually seen 5 westerns and dean was in 3 of those.

[tuttle-did-it]

‘Murder on Madison Avenue’ Murder, She Wrote guest stars:

John Hillerman bafflingly returns as a different character after previously doing a Magnum PI crossover with Murder She Wrote. (Magnum. PI, The Love Boat, Simon & Simon, One Day at a Time, Lou Grant, Hart to Hart, Soap, Flying High, Little House on the Prairie, The Betty White Show, Hawaii Five-O, Wonder Woman, Ellery Queen, etc). Hillerman’s final TV appearance.

David Lansbury returns (nephew of Angela Lansbury, Law & Order, Sex & The City)

Barbara Babcock returns (Space Cowboys, Dr Quinn Medicine Woman, Hill Street Blues, The Law and Harry McGraw, Dallas, etc)

17 may 1992 S8e22

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"3 Hotel Room Bandits Jailed," Winnipeg Tribune. September 22, 1943. Page 13. --- Penitentiary sentences of three years each were imposed in county court today by Judge Whitla upon Joseph Harold Ireland, 33 Hargrave st., and James Grant, Ste. 2 St. Mary's court.

The two men were convicted for breaking and entering the rooms of guests in several local hotels with intent to steal.

Janet Ruth Grant, also of Ste. 2 St. Mary's court, was sentenced to two years less one day in the Portage la Prairie jail for women. She was convicted for breaking and entering the room of Charles Fall's, Marlborough hotel guest, on June 16, with intent to steal.

In addition to breaking into hotel rooms, the men also were found guilty of attempting to break and enter the store of Ritchie McMillian, druggist, in the Medical Arts bldg. Both have long police records.

In future, said Judge Whitla, such offenses would be dealt with more severely.

[danafoss]

Chapter 9 of The Piano Teacher is out!

And on Wattpad

[thedialup]

you know I couldn't be a cowboy because I'd be stuck with my partner in the dead cold prairie night and our horses would be tied up and we'd be huddlin around a crudely made fire because it was too far to go back to the ranch and he'd play the sweetest song on his harmonica, the kind that you felt in your bones and your heart and that the hymns had nothin on, and then he'd finish and we'd both lean in a little too close and my hand would be on his bandanna and his whiskey-breath would be hot on my lips and I'd realize that maybe it wasn't the touch of a woman i'd been hankerin for