Keli Gwyn
Friday Fun Victorian Style

The Victorians drank both coffee and tea, with tea being

the most popular of the two at the beginning of the era.

At what point did coffee surpass tea as the most popular beverage?

A. After the Gold Rush Began (1849)

B. After the Civil War Ended (1865)

C. After the Invention of the Telephone (1876)


You can find the answer to the question by clicking this link.

There’s a password required, but it’s simple. It’s Romance with a capital R.


Images are from the Victorian Goods and Merchandise
CD-ROM and book and are used by permission.

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Friday Fun Victorian Style

I was thrilled when Gwynly agreed to wear Victorian attire to my author events. Talk about a supportive guy!

Being a writer, I was curious to find out what differences Gwynly would find between his Victorian clothing and that of today.

The things he remarked on were that the trousers ride much higher than pants today and that the shirt is fuller in the sleeves and body than those worn now.

Gwynly is unaccustomed to wearing suits, so I expected him to be a bit uncomfortable in his new outfit. He had one major complaint: the heat.

It took some talking to convince him that a Victorian gentleman would wear his frock coat in spite of his discomfort. If he was working or was at home with his family, he could remove his coat, but if he was he was at a formal event or in the presence of ladies, he would suffer in silence. Being the nice guy he is, Gwynly did just that.

My handsome hubby turns heads when he’s decked out in his finery. If you look at his entire outfit, what one part of it do you think the majority of the people found the most impressive?

To make it easier, I’ll list everything he’s wearing: top hat, frock coat, silver brocade waistcoat, white bib-front collared shirt, braces (aka suspenders), silk puff tie, pearl tie tack, and trousers. The shoes are modern. Since Gwynly’s a teacher and has stood for much of his thirty years on the job, he has trouble with his feet and wasn’t able to wear Victorian boots.


You can find the answer to the question by clicking this link.

There’s a password required, but it’s simple. It’s Romance with a capital R.


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Extreme Romance

What would you say if your special someone invited you on a hike in the wilderness that would take you down a boulder-strewn path, require two stream-crossings with no bridges in site, and force you to tromp though acres of waist-high undergrowth?

What if the destination was the crash site of a WWII B-17C struck from the air in the midst of a violent thunderstorm?

What if you would be the only woman among ten men embarking on this trip?

In years past, I would have run the other way. But I’ve come a long way, baby.

Trail to the Tells Peak B-17C Crash Site

Gwynly had taken two parties into the forest to locate the wreckage that was spread far and wide when the plane was torn apart and fell from the sky on November 2, 1941. Both of those times, I wished him well, stayed home, and did my own thing.

And then I read Sarah Sundin‘s WWII Wings of Glory series about brothers who served as B-17 pilots: A Distant Melody, A Memory Between Us, and Blue Skies Tomorrow. Her masterful storytelling grabbed me, and I devoured the three tales. No longer do I wonder what makes my husband’s eyes light up when talk turns to WWII aircraft.

When Gwynly planned his trek this year, I couldn’t wait to go. I enjoyed surprising with him my enthusiasm.

On Monday, July 30, we rendezvoused with nine pilots eager to join us. Seeing the plane was interesting, especially since we had such knowledgeable traveling partners. We were jazzed to learn that one of them restores WWII planes for a living. He was a wealth of information.

The trek delighted me for three more reasons. I was entering Gwynly’s world and sharing in his interest.

Me Traipsing Through the Undergrowth

I’d been afraid I might not be able to keep up with the men, but my exercise regimen had prepared me well. Not once did I hold things up. In fact, the men stopped for a break on the way back and ate my dust. OK, I’ll ‘fess up. Two of them did catch up to me just as I reached the trail head, and the others weren’t far behind.

The writer in me rejoiced at this rare opportunity to spend time in a man’s world. The guys didn’t give me special treatment or modify their behavior overmuch, so I was able to witness men in their element. I got to hear lots of malespeak, see how men interact, and watch fellows having fun together.

They had fun with me, too. At one point they got to talking about rivets, which led to talking about Rosie the Riveter, which in turn led to some good-natured teasing aimed my way. When the gentleman nearest me taunted me about women being less capable than men, I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder, resulting in laughter–and acceptance.

One of my favorite memories took place when the man who’d teased me studied the magnesium wheel that was part of the landing gear. He sat on a log, a look of appreciation on his face, and called the wheel “beautiful,” using the same tone a woman would when looking at an elegant piece of jewelry. When I remarked about this later, he defended his use of the term, telling me the wheel has curves–just like a woman. Yes, guys are fun!

The outing was a success. The men enjoyed seeing the site–a memorial to the pilot who gave his life to save his crew–but I think I had the best time of all. I got to spend time with my guy, who was proud to have the only wife who’d embarked on the adventure, one that resulted in some extreme romance.

The Right Wing with #4 Engine Nacelle in the Foreground


The Left Wing Tip


The Tail Section


A Fuel Tank and the Proud Woman Who Located It


A Portion of the Landing Gear

For those interested in WWII aircraft, here’s a video overview of the outing.


What’s the most adventurous thing you’ve done with your special someone?

When have you been able to spend time observing guys being guys?

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