Just a room for two at the saloon
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Just a room for two at the saloon
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Extra 1856 screenshots!
“When are you going to tell me why you’ve taken me all the way to town, dear?” Anne asked.
“You’ll see for yourself in just a minute,” Ronan responded, earning himself a laugh from his wife.
“Fine then,” she said. “Keep your secrets. But don’t think I haven’t noticed you making extra trips to town this past week.”
Ronan just said, smiling, “close your eyes darling.” Anne obliged, and he led her down the street, then up some steps. “This,” Ronan said, “will qualify as your birthday, Winterfest and anniversary present for at least the next few years. But she’s yours.”
Anne opened her eyes, and found herself standing on the porch of the abandoned inn, the door no longer boarded over, and her husband looking at her with a twinkle in his eye.
“You bought it?” Anne asked.
Ronan smiled, pulling her closer, “and your name is on the papers.”
He pulled out the key, and let Anne unlock the front door, paint chips flaking off. “It’ll need work,” he said, the two of them now standing in the front room, some furniture piled in the corners.
“Of course it will,” Anne replied.
But the place was hers, truly hers, to do whatever she liked with. And she couldn’t have been more excited.
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Olsen’s Saw Mill (CC Free)
A small saw mill lodging for a foreman and two workers. Here the local carpenter Holger Olsen lives supplying all the newcomers with firewood, planks and craftsmanship.
30x20 residential lot
Packs used:
Adventure Awaits, life and death, horse ranch, cottage living, outdoor retreat, laundry day, restoration workshop kit, everyday clutter kit
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EA ID Rivercute
Holger Olsen, carpenter, born in Denmark 1771. As the youngest of a large group of boys, there wasn’t much work for him back home on the farm. As a teen he set off to Germany as a wandering carpenter learning his trade. But work dried up and land to settle was owned by the king and nobles clinging on to power. He had heard the talk of a great frontier, with endless forests and fertile free land. He arrived exhausted to the great frontier in 1803 after a long journey by sea and wagon, slowly realising the flyers by the docks had lied of the lands greatness.
Figured it was about time for a tour of the Flinn Ranch. Plus I'm finally about done shuffling kids around and adding on rooms to make them all fit, so here you go!
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You deserved some bonus pictures from that masterpiece I just posted, Merry Gay Crisis to Ollie and John.
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Dear Mamma,
Spring is in full swing here. We’re getting plenty of rain, which means as much green grass as the sheep and horse could want. For we have several horses now. Ronan will not tell me how he acquired them, but I know he traded a sizeable amount of money for them. They are very fine horses, but I wonder. He does not tend to make poor decisions with our money though, so I suppose I won’t worry too much.
(Silver & a sheep, c. 1856)
The children are doing quite well. John excels in school like always, though he’s become fond of sneaking off from tending the sheep to meet up with his friends. I’m simply glad he has friends, I spent most of my time with Jane when I was his age. Ronan and I are nearly certain they’re not getting up to much trouble.
(Nicolas Velarde & John Flinn, c. 1856)
Soterra spotted them fishing last week, so I suppose not much harm can come from it. Sarah has taken to singing about the house. Where she learned, I haven’t the faintest idea, but Ronan is delighted. “My desert songbird,” he’s started calling her. If there hadn’t been a thousand other signs I chose right in marrying him, that would be the one.
(Ronan Flinn & Silver, c. 1856)
And all of the children but Rose go to school now. And as nice as it is to be able to focus my time on the ranch, I think I will miss having them all around. Especially as John turns eighteen next year. He has not expressed any desire to attend university, which is likely because he knows Ronan and I cannot afford it, even if we wish we could. Still, he seems content to continue to help out with the ranch, and maybe he’ll find a nice young woman soon. Ronan has talked of building the children houses somewhere on the property once they settle down, to keep them close, but give them space to have families of their own.
(Rose Flinn, c. 1856)
But enough of my rambling, for I hear from Jane that Sofia has had another baby, and yet another little girl at that! I shall write her separately, but give her my best when you see her anyway. It is odd to think that she is about the same age now that I was when I had John, and this will be her fifth!
Give my love to everyone,
Mrs. Anne Flinn
Dated 1856, shipped by Mrs. Anne Flinn from Castaña, New Mexico Territory to her mother, Mrs. Sarah Ávila in Brindleton Bay, ME. Recovered by the Brindleton Bay Historical Society, part of the Hawthorne Family Collection, on loan to the Chestnut Ridge Heritage Center.
Anne, honey, you might be a little delusional about John finding a "nice woman." Also, look at little Rosie!! She's so cute. I also forgot to take screenshots of Ronan playing guitar and Sarah singing, I'm so mad at myself.
(Rose Flinn, c. 1856)
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Spring meant less time at the schoolhouse and more time working. But John found it quite easy to convince his father to slip away from the sheep for an evening, and he often met his friends by the river below town, when they could get away from their apprenticeships (James had been at the general store for some months now) or tending cattle, in Joseph’s case.
Nicolas was usually consumed with studying for his university exams, but Oliver seemed to have the luxuries of not needing a job to support the family, having no livestock to tend to, and somehow avoiding his father’s expectations for university. So they usually met at the fields near Oliver’s house, and forgot about their duties for a while.
And John nearly always found his mind straying from their conversation, and to the blond haired boy next to him. And maybe, allowing himself to start to hope that Oliver’s mind was doing the same.
I love their little friend group. But oh my god is John smitten it's so funny! My boys <3 (also bonus couple of screenshots under the cut that I didn't end up using but are so funny)
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