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  • Regency Christmas Decorations – Donna Hatch

    Regency Christmas Decorations – Donna Hatch


    Decorating for Christmas is a major event at my house with the whole family involved and usually takes more than one day–and that’s just doing the inside. I put up Christmas decorations either the Friday or Saturday after Thanksgiving if possible, but no later than the first Saturday of December. The tree takes center stage, as well as plenty of greenery including mistletoe. I also love my collections of nativities, angels, nutcrackers, snowmen, candles, and of course, stockings hanging from the mantle of our fireplace.

    My ancestors likely had very different customs. Many British and American Christmas traditions date back centuries to the early Celts,  Vikings, and Germans. The modern American may view Regency Christmas traditions (or lack thereof) as strange.

                                   Photo credit Tomas Williams Unsplash

    Greenery

    As with most customs, each English family during the Regency had their own way of honoring the holiday, but their region heavily influenced celebrations. Almost universally, decorations included holly, laurel, ivy, rosemary, bay, and mistletoe. However, unlike my habit, decorating in Regency England began no sooner than Christmas Eve. Bringing greenery inside earlier risked raining bad luck upon the household. Traditionally, greenery stayed up until Epiphany (January 6).

    Greenery included boughs and garlands of holly, ivy, hawthorn, rosemary, and Christmas Rose (hellebore). Does this make you think of the Christmas Carol, “Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly?”

    People, rich and poor, profusely decorated everywhere–their mantles, tabletops, banisters, and even portraits. They even decorated themselves with greens stuck in the buttonhole of their coats.

    I must add here that unless they had strong German roots, the average English family in Regency England likely had no Christmas tree. Sad, but true. Christmas trees didn’t join the holiday in England or the United States on a widespread basis until the 1840’s–the Victorian Era.

                                      Photo by Mario Losereit on Unsplash

    Candles

    Because candles provided the main source of light in many homes, lighting candles may not seem noteworthy, but historical sources mention special Christmas candles. The antiquary John Brand, wrote, “on the night of this eve, our ancestors were wont to light candles of an enormous size, called Christmas candles.”

                      Photo by Clement BB on Unsplash

    Mistletoe

    Mistletoe grows mostly in the western and southwestern parts of Britain so its use was not widespread. However, a friend or relative in other parts of the country might be persuaded to send some via the mail coach if they desired a sprig.

    Hanging mistletoe in the doorway took the form of a kissing bough–a twisted ball of evergreens, mistletoe, apples, oranges, paper flowers, and dolls representing Joseph, Mary, and baby Jesus. Hung near the entrance, the bough welcomed visitors. Hung over doorways, it lured those wishing for a kiss to linger underneath.

                                                       Photo by Nanna Moilanen on Unsplash

    Yule Log

    No Christmas Eve decoration was complete without the Yule log. The Yule log came to England from the Vikings and spread all over Europe. On Christmas Eve, family members went out into the woods to choose a suitable log. They burned this log for the whole twelve days of Christmas, so it needed to be a hard wood, such as oak, and very large. Some folklore said the root was better, and likely burned more slowly. Traditionally, they felled the tree on that day. As you might be thinking, green wood does not burn well, so I suspect that families may have “planted” a dry log out or tree root in the forest meant to be “found” by the lord and his guests with much joviality on Christmas Eve.

    Once they found the best candidate, they wrapped it in hazel twigs and dragged it home. Being the first to sit on the log before it went into the fireplace was said to bring good luck. As a parent, I suspect many families developed a custom that allowed anyone in the household to have a turn sitting on the log. After placing this beast of a log or root into the fireplace, they used a lump of charcoal left over from the previous year’s Yule Log to light the new one.

    Churches

                                        Photo: Elan Flowers

    In addition to decking homes, most local parishes decorated their churches. Many folks viewed too much decoration to be “popish” and therefore unwanted in a “good” Church of England church; others viewed decorating with greenery as having pagan overtones because these evergreens held special meaning to pre-Christianity faiths.

    However, most parishes adorned their churches with these greens at Christmas and viewed them as proper. This may be partially due to bible verses in Isaiah 41:19 when God says, through the prophet Isaiah, “I will plant in the wilderness the cedar, the shittah tree, and the myrtle, and the oil tree; I will set in the desert the fir tree and the pine, and the box tree together” and in 60:13, “The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir tree, the pine tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary; and I will make the place of my feet glorious.”

    This Christmas, do you plan to decorate with greenery and fruit or perhaps burn a yule log?

    To learn about other Regency Christmas customs, read my blog posts here, here, here, and here. Better yet, discover how I incorporated English Christmas customs into my Christmas Regency Romances, Christmas Secrets,Mistletoe Magic,” “A Winter’s Knight,” and A Christmas Reunion,” all available in ebook. Christmas Secrets is also available in paperback. “Mistletoe Magic,” and “A Winter’s Knight,” are available in paperback in the two-book volume, Merry and Bright.

    Happy Christmas!

     

     





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  • Kindle Unlimited Historical Holiday Romance

    Kindle Unlimited Historical Holiday Romance


    An Excerpt by Donna Hatch, Regency Romance Author 

    Available on Amazon

    Mrs. Hancock beamed as Alicia reached her side, put an arm around Alicia, and brought her into their circle. “Miss Alicia Palmer, allow me to introduce Lord Amesbury.” 

    Even more devastating up close, Lord Amesbury turned to her. His piercing blue eyes threatened the strength in her knees. Though taller than most ladies, Alicia still had to look up to meet his gaze. No other color existed in those eyes; no green or gray, only deep, dark blue, like the fathomless depths of the ocean. 

    All the other men she had met lately, namely those her uncle insisted she consider for a husband, had taken careful note of her figure. But this gentleman only looked into her eyes. Very deeply. 

    Lord Amesbury inclined his head. “Miss Palmer.” His resonant, bass voice touched her very soul. 

    Alicia met his frank gaze and a sensation she did not quite understand stirred within her until breathing became a conscious effort. Mrs. Hancock discreetly coughed, and Alicia realized she’d been locked in eye contact with the Viscount much longer than appropriate. 

    Unable to pull her eyes away, Alicia sank into a curtsey. “My lord.” 

    No longer merely polite, his smile broadened, warmed, transforming an already handsome face into a perfectly stunning visage. Sensuality radiated off him, not in a manner that left her feeling threatened, but in a way that left her breathless for more. More of what, she did not know. But she wanted to find out. 

    “Miss Palmer,” Lord Amesbury said, “May I have the next dance?” 

    Alicia blinked. She looked back at Elizabeth who smiled encouragingly. Mrs. Hancock also smiled and nodded, but a touch of disappointment tainted her approval, reminding Alicia the dear lady had hoped her own daughter would attract the attention of the very eligible Lord Amesbury. That he’d singled out Alicia seemed a dream. 

    She squelched all hope that she might hold his interest. Surely only politeness motivated him to dance with the plainest girl first. He’d soon turn his attention to the beautiful ladies. 

    Finding her voice, Alicia replied, “I would be delighted, my lord.” 

    As the final notes of the current dance ended and the next began, Lord Amesbury offered his arm. She took it, an unfamiliar quiver beginning in her stomach. The art of dancing, she found as the set began, had not abandoned her as completely as her wits. The handsome viscount danced with athletic grace, his attention focused upon her. The warmth of his hand seeped through their kidskin gloves. He held her gently, firmly. 

    A playful glint touched his sapphire eyes. “I must warn you. Now that we’ve danced, my aunt will take it upon herself to ask you your opinion of me. She will most certainly interrogate me regarding you.” 

    She met those probing eyes and her mouth curved. “Oh? Has your aunt become your self-proclaimed matchmaker?” 

    A wry smile touched his lips. “Of course. I’m thirty and not yet married. She feels it her duty to ensure I produce an heir before I’m too old. Despite my efforts to delay that obligation, she persists.” 

    Alicia nodded, her smile deepening at his indelicate statement. “That is a dilemma.” 

    “Since you and I have only just met, it will be difficult to offer a fair assessment of your character. And if I say anything positive about you, she’ll plan the wedding.” His smile brightened, lighting up his stunning face. 

    Alicia missed her step. Even while dancing with the very handsome Duke of Suttenberg two Seasons ago, such a keen attraction for a man had never overcome her as it did tonight. Yet she was nearly twenty, for heaven’s sake, not a missish schoolgirl! 

    “Your aunt is a strong woman and a kind lady, my lord. I am sure you can reason with her.” 

    “I suppose she possesses a good heart deep, deep down inside, but be truthful; she’s sharp-tongued and outspoken.” 

    She laughed and then clapped her hand over her mouth. “My lord! She might hear you.” 

    He chuckled. “Fear not. We needle each other as frequently as possible. I say worse things to her face. I enjoy watching her squirm and plot a counter- attack.” 

    That reminded her of the playful banter she shared with her cousin Robert. “I don’t recall her ever mentioning you, my lord.” 

    His smile turned self-deprecating. “I’m one of those relations no one mentions.” 





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  • Christmas Eve in Regency England

    Christmas Eve in Regency England


    One of our family traditions is to decorate the day after Thanksgiving, unless we’re out of town, and no later than the first Saturday in December. We like to enjoy the decorations for as long as possible. Our decorations include lights, inside and out, artificial garlands, nutcrackers, angels, Santas, and lots of nativity scenes as well as a large, artificial, pre-lit tree decorated with blue, silver, and gold balls, and a few sentimental pieces I’ve been given or purchased at memorable events such as the Nutcracker Ballet. Christmas Eve, we focus on the miraculous birth of the baby Jesus. Christmas Eve traditions in Regency England were very different. Like today, English Regency traditions depended on the area and family preferences. Still, many wide-spread English traditions have ancient origins.

    Greenery

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    Dating back at least as far as the dark ages, people in nearly every cottage, hut, and castle decorated their homes with all manner of evergreens on Christmas Eve. These evergreens included holly, ivy, laurel, hawthorne, and hellebore (Christmas rose). Wreaths, garlands, and boughs adorned every surface and corner. Leaving them up until Twelfth Night or Epiphany, which is January 6, supposedly brought good luck in the coming year.

    Photo by Clement BB on Unsplash

    Mistletoe

    A distinctively English tradition, the kissing ball or kissing bunch is made up of thin wooden hoops fastened together, decorated with mistletoe and other greenery; herbs including rosemary and bay leaves; and even fruit such as apples or oranges. Ribbons often adorned these balls.

    If a gentleman found a lady under the kissing bough, he could kiss her without censure. After the kiss, he plucked a berry from the mistletoe. Once all the berries had been picked, all such privileges ceased. If the object of his kiss happened to be a servant, he also gave her a coin as a courtesy. Some maids may have deliberately lingered under the mistletoe ball to earn a few extra coins.

    A variation of the kissing ball is the holy bough. Inside were beautifully-made paper dolls representing Mary, Joseph, and the infant Christ child. The holy bough might also be adorned with greenery, herbs, and fruit similar to the kissing bough.

    Photo by Nanna Moilanen on Unsplash

    The Yule Log

    This custom comes to us from the Vikings. For years, “yule” was a term used mostly in Northern England due to its Norse roots, but eventually the name and custom spread all over Europe. Traditionally, families burned the log for the entire twelve days of Christmas. For that, one needed a big hearth and a big log. The choice of a yule log was supposed to be specific and felled that day from the nearby forest, although folklore mentions a tree root. Once the log searchers found a suitable prize, they wrapped it in hazel twigs and it dragged in an impromptu parade home, sometimes with the aid of a team of farm hands or using horses. They then lit the new log with a lump of charcoal or ashes saved from the previous year’s Yule Log. This tradition erased all mistakes and faults from the current year and brought in the new year with a clean slate. It also supposedly brought protection from evil and prosperity to the household.

    Family Time Christmas Eve

    After spending all day decorating and bringing home the Yule log, some families had their most distinctive feast on Christmas Eve. Other families had their Christmas fest on Christmas Day. Many families played games or danced until the church bells rang, calling them to the midnight service.

    Christmas Candle

    Also known as the Yule Candle, this large candle stood at the head of the dining table and the head of the household lit it at sunset. Once placed, this candle was never moved nor allowed to burn out or be blown out for 24 hours. If it couldn’t last, the head of the household snuffed out and lit a new one. By the Yule candle’s light, an even number of people sat down to the meal at the same time. At the meal’s conclusion, the diners must all leave the table together. Failing to perform any of these could bring dire consequences to the household, even potential death. If treated properly, the Yule candle brought good luck, healing, and protection. As you can see, many English Christian customs retained elements of ancient pagan superstitions.

    Christmas Feast

    This sumptuous meal boasted any number of meats including roast beef, roast goose, brawn, fish, poultry, and boar’s head. Usually, the boar’s head with an apple stuffed in its mouth took the spotlight. It was carried into the dining room with much ceremony including singing. Other Christmas dishes might include Yorkshire pudding, mincemeat pie, and plenty of breads.

    Sweet dishes included elaborately molded jellies, sugar cake or shortbread, trifles, rice puddings, plum pudding, apple dumplings, marzipan, and fruit cake.

    Country church, copyright Donna Hatch

    Christmas Eve Church Service

    To this day, church bells ring on Christmas Eve in every English village to call the faithful to services. Both members of the Church of England and Catholics could attend midnight mass. Christmas Eve service began with a parade of sorts. While singing carols, children dressed as camels, donkeys, wise men, and other characters from the bible story and walked toward the altar where Joseph and the Virgin Mary waited with an empty manger. A young person carried a doll representing the infant Jesus and placed Baby Jesus into the manger. Holy Mass began with the choir singing.

    The 1848 engraving of the royal family decorating a tree.
    HULTON ARCHIVE//GETTY IMAGES

    Christmas Trees

    Queen Charlotte, a German Princess who married King George III, introduced her German custom of a decorated Yew branch in 1799. The next year, she placed a full-size, decorated tree in the main room in Windsor Castle. Some sources say the members of court and upper classes adopted the Christmas tree in their own family Christmas celebrations, but most agree that the Christmas tree didn’t become a widely-established tradition in England until later. In 1840, Prince Albert, also of Germany, married Queen Victoria and in 1848, an engraving of the Royal Family celebrating Christmas at Windsor was published in the newspaper which showed Victoria and Albert standing with their children around a Christmas tree. Since the English adored Queen Victoria, and that year’s royal celebration was so widely known, the general populace adopted the custom of a Christmas tree with ornaments. By the 1850’s, every drawing room in England had a Christmas Tree.

    However, most people living in the Regency Era had not yet heard about Christmas trees or began including them in their decorations.

    St Nicholas?

    Hanging stockings for old Saint Nick had not yet become a custom in England. For that, we must wait for the Victorian Era.

    Which of these historical customs have made their way into your family celebration?

    Many of these traditions are featured in my Christmas romances, pictured below. All are on Amazon Kindle and most are in also print. (Links are below)

    “A Christmas Reunion”  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OFAVKBY
    “Mistletoe Magic”  
    https://www.amazon.com/dp/B006MI3M36
    “A Winter’s Knight” 
    https://www.amazon.com/dp/B018YCCQ6G
    Christmas Secrets 
    https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076B6Z7GZ
    Merry and Bright Regency Duet 
    https://www.amazon.com/dp/170848888X

    Sources:
    Christmas Customs and Traditions, their history and significance by Clement A. Miles
    Regency Christmas Traditions, A Jane Austen Christmas by Maria Grace
    https://www.historytoday.com/archive/history-matters/first-christmas-tree
    https://www.britannica.com/plant/Christmas-tree
    https://www.regencyhistory.net/2012/12/did-they-have-christmas-trees-in-regency.html
    https://www.allaboutjesuschrist.org/origin-of-the-christmas-tree-faq.htm





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  • Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer – Donna Hatch

    Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer – Donna Hatch


    An Excerpt by Donna Hatch, Regency Romance Author 

    Available on Amazon

    Mrs. Hancock beamed as Alicia reached her side, put an arm around Alicia, and brought her into their circle. “Miss Alicia Palmer, allow me to introduce Lord Amesbury.” 

    Even more devastating up close, Lord Amesbury turned to her. His piercing blue eyes threatened the strength in her knees. Though taller than most ladies, Alicia still had to look up to meet his gaze. No other color existed in those eyes; no green or gray, only deep, dark blue, like the fathomless depths of the ocean. 

    All the other men she had met lately, namely those her uncle insisted she consider for a husband, had taken careful note of her figure. But this gentleman only looked into her eyes. Very deeply. 

    Lord Amesbury inclined his head. “Miss Palmer.” His resonant, bass voice touched her very soul. 

    Alicia met his frank gaze and a sensation she did not quite understand stirred within her until breathing became a conscious effort. Mrs. Hancock discreetly coughed, and Alicia realized she’d been locked in eye contact with the Viscount much longer than appropriate. 

    Unable to pull her eyes away, Alicia sank into a curtsey. “My lord.” 

    No longer merely polite, his smile broadened, warmed, transforming an already handsome face into a perfectly stunning visage. Sensuality radiated off him, not in a manner that left her feeling threatened, but in a way that left her breathless for more. More of what, she did not know. But she wanted to find out. 

    “Miss Palmer,” Lord Amesbury said, “May I have the next dance?” 

    Alicia blinked. She looked back at Elizabeth who smiled encouragingly. Mrs. Hancock also smiled and nodded, but a touch of disappointment tainted her approval, reminding Alicia the dear lady had hoped her own daughter would attract the attention of the very eligible Lord Amesbury. That he’d singled out Alicia seemed a dream. 

    She squelched all hope that she might hold his interest. Surely only politeness motivated him to dance with the plainest girl first. He’d soon turn his attention to the beautiful ladies. 

    Finding her voice, Alicia replied, “I would be delighted, my lord.” 

    As the final notes of the current dance ended and the next began, Lord Amesbury offered his arm. She took it, an unfamiliar quiver beginning in her stomach. The art of dancing, she found as the set began, had not abandoned her as completely as her wits. The handsome viscount danced with athletic grace, his attention focused upon her. The warmth of his hand seeped through their kidskin gloves. He held her gently, firmly. 

    A playful glint touched his sapphire eyes. “I must warn you. Now that we’ve danced, my aunt will take it upon herself to ask you your opinion of me. She will most certainly interrogate me regarding you.” 

    She met those probing eyes and her mouth curved. “Oh? Has your aunt become your self-proclaimed matchmaker?” 

    A wry smile touched his lips. “Of course. I’m thirty and not yet married. She feels it her duty to ensure I produce an heir before I’m too old. Despite my efforts to delay that obligation, she persists.” 

    Alicia nodded, her smile deepening at his indelicate statement. “That is a dilemma.” 

    “Since you and I have only just met, it will be difficult to offer a fair assessment of your character. And if I say anything positive about you, she’ll plan the wedding.” His smile brightened, lighting up his stunning face. 

    Alicia missed her step. Even while dancing with the very handsome Duke of Suttenberg two Seasons ago, such a keen attraction for a man had never overcome her as it did tonight. Yet she was nearly twenty, for heaven’s sake, not a missish schoolgirl! 

    “Your aunt is a strong woman and a kind lady, my lord. I am sure you can reason with her.” 

    “I suppose she possesses a good heart deep, deep down inside, but be truthful; she’s sharp-tongued and outspoken.” 

    She laughed and then clapped her hand over her mouth. “My lord! She might hear you.” 

    He chuckled. “Fear not. We needle each other as frequently as possible. I say worse things to her face. I enjoy watching her squirm and plot a counter- attack.” 

    That reminded her of the playful banter she shared with her cousin Robert. “I don’t recall her ever mentioning you, my lord.” 

    His smile turned self-deprecating. “I’m one of those relations no one mentions.” 





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  • Food in Regency England – Luncheon or Nuncheon

    Food in Regency England – Luncheon or Nuncheon


    An Excerpt by Donna Hatch, Regency Romance Author 

    Available on Amazon

    Mrs. Hancock beamed as Alicia reached her side, put an arm around Alicia, and brought her into their circle. “Miss Alicia Palmer, allow me to introduce Lord Amesbury.” 

    Even more devastating up close, Lord Amesbury turned to her. His piercing blue eyes threatened the strength in her knees. Though taller than most ladies, Alicia still had to look up to meet his gaze. No other color existed in those eyes; no green or gray, only deep, dark blue, like the fathomless depths of the ocean. 

    All the other men she had met lately, namely those her uncle insisted she consider for a husband, had taken careful note of her figure. But this gentleman only looked into her eyes. Very deeply. 

    Lord Amesbury inclined his head. “Miss Palmer.” His resonant, bass voice touched her very soul. 

    Alicia met his frank gaze and a sensation she did not quite understand stirred within her until breathing became a conscious effort. Mrs. Hancock discreetly coughed, and Alicia realized she’d been locked in eye contact with the Viscount much longer than appropriate. 

    Unable to pull her eyes away, Alicia sank into a curtsey. “My lord.” 

    No longer merely polite, his smile broadened, warmed, transforming an already handsome face into a perfectly stunning visage. Sensuality radiated off him, not in a manner that left her feeling threatened, but in a way that left her breathless for more. More of what, she did not know. But she wanted to find out. 

    “Miss Palmer,” Lord Amesbury said, “May I have the next dance?” 

    Alicia blinked. She looked back at Elizabeth who smiled encouragingly. Mrs. Hancock also smiled and nodded, but a touch of disappointment tainted her approval, reminding Alicia the dear lady had hoped her own daughter would attract the attention of the very eligible Lord Amesbury. That he’d singled out Alicia seemed a dream. 

    She squelched all hope that she might hold his interest. Surely only politeness motivated him to dance with the plainest girl first. He’d soon turn his attention to the beautiful ladies. 

    Finding her voice, Alicia replied, “I would be delighted, my lord.” 

    As the final notes of the current dance ended and the next began, Lord Amesbury offered his arm. She took it, an unfamiliar quiver beginning in her stomach. The art of dancing, she found as the set began, had not abandoned her as completely as her wits. The handsome viscount danced with athletic grace, his attention focused upon her. The warmth of his hand seeped through their kidskin gloves. He held her gently, firmly. 

    A playful glint touched his sapphire eyes. “I must warn you. Now that we’ve danced, my aunt will take it upon herself to ask you your opinion of me. She will most certainly interrogate me regarding you.” 

    She met those probing eyes and her mouth curved. “Oh? Has your aunt become your self-proclaimed matchmaker?” 

    A wry smile touched his lips. “Of course. I’m thirty and not yet married. She feels it her duty to ensure I produce an heir before I’m too old. Despite my efforts to delay that obligation, she persists.” 

    Alicia nodded, her smile deepening at his indelicate statement. “That is a dilemma.” 

    “Since you and I have only just met, it will be difficult to offer a fair assessment of your character. And if I say anything positive about you, she’ll plan the wedding.” His smile brightened, lighting up his stunning face. 

    Alicia missed her step. Even while dancing with the very handsome Duke of Suttenberg two Seasons ago, such a keen attraction for a man had never overcome her as it did tonight. Yet she was nearly twenty, for heaven’s sake, not a missish schoolgirl! 

    “Your aunt is a strong woman and a kind lady, my lord. I am sure you can reason with her.” 

    “I suppose she possesses a good heart deep, deep down inside, but be truthful; she’s sharp-tongued and outspoken.” 

    She laughed and then clapped her hand over her mouth. “My lord! She might hear you.” 

    He chuckled. “Fear not. We needle each other as frequently as possible. I say worse things to her face. I enjoy watching her squirm and plot a counter- attack.” 

    That reminded her of the playful banter she shared with her cousin Robert. “I don’t recall her ever mentioning you, my lord.” 

    His smile turned self-deprecating. “I’m one of those relations no one mentions.” 





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  • Discovering Clotted Cream – Donna Hatch

    Discovering Clotted Cream – Donna Hatch


    An Excerpt by Donna Hatch, Regency Romance Author 

    Available on Amazon

    Mrs. Hancock beamed as Alicia reached her side, put an arm around Alicia, and brought her into their circle. “Miss Alicia Palmer, allow me to introduce Lord Amesbury.” 

    Even more devastating up close, Lord Amesbury turned to her. His piercing blue eyes threatened the strength in her knees. Though taller than most ladies, Alicia still had to look up to meet his gaze. No other color existed in those eyes; no green or gray, only deep, dark blue, like the fathomless depths of the ocean. 

    All the other men she had met lately, namely those her uncle insisted she consider for a husband, had taken careful note of her figure. But this gentleman only looked into her eyes. Very deeply. 

    Lord Amesbury inclined his head. “Miss Palmer.” His resonant, bass voice touched her very soul. 

    Alicia met his frank gaze and a sensation she did not quite understand stirred within her until breathing became a conscious effort. Mrs. Hancock discreetly coughed, and Alicia realized she’d been locked in eye contact with the Viscount much longer than appropriate. 

    Unable to pull her eyes away, Alicia sank into a curtsey. “My lord.” 

    No longer merely polite, his smile broadened, warmed, transforming an already handsome face into a perfectly stunning visage. Sensuality radiated off him, not in a manner that left her feeling threatened, but in a way that left her breathless for more. More of what, she did not know. But she wanted to find out. 

    “Miss Palmer,” Lord Amesbury said, “May I have the next dance?” 

    Alicia blinked. She looked back at Elizabeth who smiled encouragingly. Mrs. Hancock also smiled and nodded, but a touch of disappointment tainted her approval, reminding Alicia the dear lady had hoped her own daughter would attract the attention of the very eligible Lord Amesbury. That he’d singled out Alicia seemed a dream. 

    She squelched all hope that she might hold his interest. Surely only politeness motivated him to dance with the plainest girl first. He’d soon turn his attention to the beautiful ladies. 

    Finding her voice, Alicia replied, “I would be delighted, my lord.” 

    As the final notes of the current dance ended and the next began, Lord Amesbury offered his arm. She took it, an unfamiliar quiver beginning in her stomach. The art of dancing, she found as the set began, had not abandoned her as completely as her wits. The handsome viscount danced with athletic grace, his attention focused upon her. The warmth of his hand seeped through their kidskin gloves. He held her gently, firmly. 

    A playful glint touched his sapphire eyes. “I must warn you. Now that we’ve danced, my aunt will take it upon herself to ask you your opinion of me. She will most certainly interrogate me regarding you.” 

    She met those probing eyes and her mouth curved. “Oh? Has your aunt become your self-proclaimed matchmaker?” 

    A wry smile touched his lips. “Of course. I’m thirty and not yet married. She feels it her duty to ensure I produce an heir before I’m too old. Despite my efforts to delay that obligation, she persists.” 

    Alicia nodded, her smile deepening at his indelicate statement. “That is a dilemma.” 

    “Since you and I have only just met, it will be difficult to offer a fair assessment of your character. And if I say anything positive about you, she’ll plan the wedding.” His smile brightened, lighting up his stunning face. 

    Alicia missed her step. Even while dancing with the very handsome Duke of Suttenberg two Seasons ago, such a keen attraction for a man had never overcome her as it did tonight. Yet she was nearly twenty, for heaven’s sake, not a missish schoolgirl! 

    “Your aunt is a strong woman and a kind lady, my lord. I am sure you can reason with her.” 

    “I suppose she possesses a good heart deep, deep down inside, but be truthful; she’s sharp-tongued and outspoken.” 

    She laughed and then clapped her hand over her mouth. “My lord! She might hear you.” 

    He chuckled. “Fear not. We needle each other as frequently as possible. I say worse things to her face. I enjoy watching her squirm and plot a counter- attack.” 

    That reminded her of the playful banter she shared with her cousin Robert. “I don’t recall her ever mentioning you, my lord.” 

    His smile turned self-deprecating. “I’m one of those relations no one mentions.” 





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  • Origin of the Easter Bunny

    Origin of the Easter Bunny



    Spring flowers, baby animals, and chicks hatching from their shells herald the arrival of spring and Easter. In many countries including the United States, Easter can be as much about the Easter Bunny, egg hunts, and candy as it is about the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. But what does the Easter Bunny have to do with the Religious holiday we call Easter?
    Rabbit Symbol
    In many European Countries including England, the Easter Bunny is known…

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  • Enemies to Lovers Sweet Romance Collection

    Enemies to Lovers Sweet Romance Collection


    An Excerpt by Donna Hatch, Regency Romance Author 

    Available on Amazon

    Mrs. Hancock beamed as Alicia reached her side, put an arm around Alicia, and brought her into their circle. “Miss Alicia Palmer, allow me to introduce Lord Amesbury.” 

    Even more devastating up close, Lord Amesbury turned to her. His piercing blue eyes threatened the strength in her knees. Though taller than most ladies, Alicia still had to look up to meet his gaze. No other color existed in those eyes; no green or gray, only deep, dark blue, like the fathomless depths of the ocean. 

    All the other men she had met lately, namely those her uncle insisted she consider for a husband, had taken careful note of her figure. But this gentleman only looked into her eyes. Very deeply. 

    Lord Amesbury inclined his head. “Miss Palmer.” His resonant, bass voice touched her very soul. 

    Alicia met his frank gaze and a sensation she did not quite understand stirred within her until breathing became a conscious effort. Mrs. Hancock discreetly coughed, and Alicia realized she’d been locked in eye contact with the Viscount much longer than appropriate. 

    Unable to pull her eyes away, Alicia sank into a curtsey. “My lord.” 

    No longer merely polite, his smile broadened, warmed, transforming an already handsome face into a perfectly stunning visage. Sensuality radiated off him, not in a manner that left her feeling threatened, but in a way that left her breathless for more. More of what, she did not know. But she wanted to find out. 

    “Miss Palmer,” Lord Amesbury said, “May I have the next dance?” 

    Alicia blinked. She looked back at Elizabeth who smiled encouragingly. Mrs. Hancock also smiled and nodded, but a touch of disappointment tainted her approval, reminding Alicia the dear lady had hoped her own daughter would attract the attention of the very eligible Lord Amesbury. That he’d singled out Alicia seemed a dream. 

    She squelched all hope that she might hold his interest. Surely only politeness motivated him to dance with the plainest girl first. He’d soon turn his attention to the beautiful ladies. 

    Finding her voice, Alicia replied, “I would be delighted, my lord.” 

    As the final notes of the current dance ended and the next began, Lord Amesbury offered his arm. She took it, an unfamiliar quiver beginning in her stomach. The art of dancing, she found as the set began, had not abandoned her as completely as her wits. The handsome viscount danced with athletic grace, his attention focused upon her. The warmth of his hand seeped through their kidskin gloves. He held her gently, firmly. 

    A playful glint touched his sapphire eyes. “I must warn you. Now that we’ve danced, my aunt will take it upon herself to ask you your opinion of me. She will most certainly interrogate me regarding you.” 

    She met those probing eyes and her mouth curved. “Oh? Has your aunt become your self-proclaimed matchmaker?” 

    A wry smile touched his lips. “Of course. I’m thirty and not yet married. She feels it her duty to ensure I produce an heir before I’m too old. Despite my efforts to delay that obligation, she persists.” 

    Alicia nodded, her smile deepening at his indelicate statement. “That is a dilemma.” 

    “Since you and I have only just met, it will be difficult to offer a fair assessment of your character. And if I say anything positive about you, she’ll plan the wedding.” His smile brightened, lighting up his stunning face. 

    Alicia missed her step. Even while dancing with the very handsome Duke of Suttenberg two Seasons ago, such a keen attraction for a man had never overcome her as it did tonight. Yet she was nearly twenty, for heaven’s sake, not a missish schoolgirl! 

    “Your aunt is a strong woman and a kind lady, my lord. I am sure you can reason with her.” 

    “I suppose she possesses a good heart deep, deep down inside, but be truthful; she’s sharp-tongued and outspoken.” 

    She laughed and then clapped her hand over her mouth. “My lord! She might hear you.” 

    He chuckled. “Fear not. We needle each other as frequently as possible. I say worse things to her face. I enjoy watching her squirm and plot a counter- attack.” 

    That reminded her of the playful banter she shared with her cousin Robert. “I don’t recall her ever mentioning you, my lord.” 

    His smile turned self-deprecating. “I’m one of those relations no one mentions.” 





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  • Regency Hairstyles – Donna Hatch

    Regency Hairstyles – Donna Hatch


    La Belle Assemblée, June 1811 “Parisian Ball Dress” Copyright Candice Hern, used with permission

    Readers report that one of the many reasons they love to read historical romances is the beautiful clothing and hairstyles characters wear. Even though modern-day readers are usually happy to wear comfy jeans or shorts, a soft t-shirt, and hair in a ponytail, we love wearing vicariously through characters those beautiful silk or muslin gowns and our long, thick hair swept up into an elegant chignon.

    At first glance, the Regency Era allows little room for veering off conventional norms for ladies of the upper classes who wanted to be fashionable, or at least, whose mothers wanted them to be fashionable to attract eligible bachelors “in want of a wife,” as Jane Austen put it.

    It turns out, despite definite trends in hairstyles, for individual taste created some wiggle-room in styles. As I searched for images, finding daytime hairstyles proved difficult because most daywear fashion prints show head coverings such as mobcaps, bonnets, and hats. Therefore, many of the images here are for evening wear.

    Journal des Dames et des Modes, Paris, January 15, 1812. “Coeffure en Cheveux. Robe de Cachemire” Copyright Candice Hern, used with permission

    Spanning the Regency Era, 1811 to 1820, are the findings of my research.

    Trends

    Parting and Forehead Exposure

    Throughout the Regency period, there is a consistent trend of parting the hair to display the forehead. For example, many styles describe hair as “divided on the forehead” or “parted on the forehead” or even “so as to display the forehead and eyebrows.”

    Ackermann’s Repository of Arts, February 1817 “Evening Dresses” copyright Candice Hern, used with permission

    Curls and Ringlets

    Curls and ringlets are prominent features in many of the descriptions. Hairstyles often include “full curls,” “wave curls,” “loose curls,” or “ringlets” on the sides and front of the hair, and “A few ringlets to hang from the crown of the head to the throat but not suffered to fall into the neck.” (Ackermann’s May 1820) and “with round curls on each side of the face and a few long.” (Cunnington)

    In 1813 and 1816, appear the wording “a single hanging ringlet hanging down the back” and “For the ball hair is twisted up behind and dressed in full curls in the front with a bandeau.” (Cunnington)

    High and Low Hair

    The contrast between high and low hairstyles is a recurring theme. High hairstyles, such as those with “a high tuft” or “brought up very high,” contrast with styles where the hair is “dressed very low” or “brought low at the sides.” Today, we use the words bun or chignon for what they called a “tuft.”

    Front hair and “hind hair’ appears throughout the descriptions. For example, “The hair, which is much part on the forehead, is dress very little with the sides, and the hind hair brought to a very moderate height. (Ackermann’s Repository, Evening dress February 1817)

    Ackermann’s Repository of Arts, June 1816 “Bridal Dress” copyright Candice Hern, used with permission

    Ornaments and Headpieces

    Various accessories such “bandeau,” “barrel comb,” “pearl comb,” “garland of roses,” “aigrette,” “diadem head-dress,” and “wreath” commonly appear. These accessories enhance and embellish hairstyles, especially for evening wear.

    Ostrich feathers frequently adorned headpieces for evening wear and especially when appearing at court.

    Volume and Fullness

    Many hairstyles feature a significant amount of volume, with descriptions including “full curls,” “full ringlets,” and “full bows” at both the front and back of the head. Bows are voluminous curls arranged with pins or accessories to form a bow shape.

    Ackermann’s Repository of Arts September 1816 “Half Dress” Copyright Candice Hern, used with permission

    Hair Length

    Many styles require long or medium length hair, considering the amount of full curls or ringlets in the descriptions. By 1814, “hair is fast gaining an ascendancy over the short, and is now worn very low in the neck behind.” (Cunnington)

    Though popular for a time during the Georgian Era, mention of short hair appears in only one Regency Fashion plate that I found: “hair cropped, and dressed in very full curls in the neck, and very full on the forehead.” (Ackermann’s September 1816).

    Inspired by other Countries

    Late Georgian and early Regency hairstyle descriptions are “in the Grecian Style,” or “Hair a la Grecque,” or “Roman.”

    Toward the latter end of the Regency, more French styles appear. I find that curious, since England had been at war with France, or rather French troops under Napoleon’s regime, for years. However, the English nobility still viewed everything French, including wine, spoken language, clothing, and hair, as fashionable.

    Unique Descriptions

    Braiding and Wreaths

    Ackermann’s Repository of Arts, January 1811 “Evening Dresses” copyright Candice Hern

    Elements include “braiding the hair in a circle” or ” dividing in front of the forehead with a full plait.” (Photo Evening Dresses January 1811)

    (1816) or using “wreaths of lilac” (June 1815) which add a distinctive decorative element. Another unique feature is the “bouquet of full-blown roses” (November 1819) which is a specific and visually striking adornment.

    High Tufts and Low Styles

    The juxtaposition of very high and very low hairstyles, such as the “high tuft” in January 1817 versus “very low at the sides” in various descriptions, shows an interesting range of styles within the same period.

    Variation by Event

    British Lady’s Magazine, July 1817 “Evening Dress” Copyright Candice Hern, used with permission

    The differentiation of hairstyles for specific events, such as the “court dress” (1820) with ostrich feathers, “ball gown,” and the “private concert costume” (1819) with a bouquet, highlights how hairstyles were tailored for different occasions.

    Innovative Use of Materials

    The use of accessories including “ostrich feathers” and “pearl bandeau” in court dresses, or “jeweled combs” and “French roses” shows some of the many varied materials and accessories that created distinct looks.

    Indoor Morning Dress March 1812 Copyright Candice Hern, used with permission

    Sources

    Candice Hern.com My sincerest gratitude for providing me all the images from her personal collection of fashion plates for this blog post.

    English Women’s Clothing in the 19th Century by C Willett Cunnington

    Fashions in the Era of Jane Austen by Jody Gayles

     





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  • The Legend of the Poinsettia

    The Legend of the Poinsettia



    Compiled and retold by Donna Hatch
    Long ago, families in a small Mexican village prepared their finest gifts to lay before the baby Jesus in the nativity in the church on Christmas Eve. One little girl named Pepita had always loved the tradition, but this year felt different. This year, she wanted to bring her own gift to the infant Christ child.
    Because her family was very poor, they lacked the money to buy him…

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