A Blouse I Can’t Possess

I haven’t done this in a while, but every day I pass by beautiful clothes I long to possess! Isn’t this pretty? The picture is over-exposed I know, but you can still tell how special it is, I think.

Ugh. Didn’t sleep last night, and someone is taking me out to lunch and I’m mad that I will be too tired to completely enjoy being taken out to lunch. Damnit. And cheese will be involved!

I’ve begun my singing coal miners research. So far I know that there was a huge wave of Welsh immigrants in the 19th century who settled in Pennsylvania to work in the mines, working in mines was deadly, and they brought their singing ways with them. Now I’ve got to find a story in there. Of course there are millions, but I have to find the one that fits with my book.

I watched this documentary about a former mining town that has been on fire since 1962. It’s called The Town that Was. Sad.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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4 thoughts on “A Blouse I Can’t Possess

  1. I went to a Gymanfa Ganu in Baltimore in the 80’s, at the Lyric Theater (fabulous acoustics) with 1900 Welsh people singing Welsh hymns in 4 part harmony. Mind boggling. Onward Christian Soldiers in Welsh with an entirely different melody. If you want stories, checkout the Molly Maguires.

  2. Thank you! I’m actually looking for stories about this one group of guys, who started a singing society in Pennsylvania in the 19th century. It’s going to be tricky.

    Karen, not Michael Kors. The name of the store is Annelore. I’ve never gone inside, but I always love what they have in the window.

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