There is a lot of talk these days about empowering women. I’m here to say that women have been empowered for a long time. Yes, throughout the ages, women have had to stay at home, stuck taking care of children, cleaning, and doing all sorts of things today’s modern woman thinks is beneath her, but you have to think hard to understand how the women of yesteryear were empowered.
Many women in centuries past were capable of pulling up their roots and living far from family and friends as our frontier was settled. They didn’t complain that they had to abandon their home and start over. Pioneer women were strong, accepting of their role in expanding this country. They would do whatever it took to ensure their family survived and were happy.
Some women dreamed of being what others of that age considered far too different to imagine. Take Abby in Pony Dreams. She knew her lot in life. A woman’s life on the frontier was harsh. Women didn’t have much to expect other than boring, mind numbing chores from sunup to sundown, and past in many instances. Abby has a dream—to ride for the Pony Express. Yet, she realizes that is an impossible dream, so she settles for training the horses that were used in the mail venture.
The Pony Express brought mail across barren desert, endless prairies, and over steep mountains from April 3, 1860 to October 24, 1861. The telegraph has often taken the most blame for the Pony ceasing operations, although there were other reasons. One-hundred-forty-five years later, the internet made the telegraph obsolete. The romance of that time lives on, in the memories of those who heard the tales of this great venture…
Mina Weston Anders bursts into her home to tell her great-granny that the telegraph is no more on January 27, 2006. A story unfolds, as Granny talks about an ancestor that Mina resembles…
Abigail Grace Weston's starry-eyed dream is to become the first female Pony Express rider. Ma, Pa, and six overprotective brothers won't even let her near the corral to train mustangs for the mail venture, so she gives up her dream to sneak out and talk to the ponies, teaching them to accept her weight on their backs.
Then her life changes and all her dreams are dust. Or are they?
She raced down the street, her sandy blonde hair streaming behind her. Mina Weston Anders had a very important message for one of the people she adored and couldn’t wait to pass it on.
At thirteen, she’d spent a lot of time studying the history of the Old West, and remembered a very important detail when their teacher told them that a thing people had used for one-hundred-forty-five years wouldn’t be around anymore.