Clara showed her smarts at an early age, she was reading already at five, everything scholastic comes easy to her. Her father depends on her for so much around the farm, she has had to grow up quickly. Her work ethic is amazing and be it cooking or laundry or watching over her kid brother, she is diligent and competent about it.
She has her weak points, like any other person. Her tongue is sharp and she is way too eager to give anyone and everyone her opinion on things and people. She doesn’t seem to like a whole lot of people. She is still scarred both emotionally and physically by the Indian attack which wounded her and killed her mother. She could certainly use a sense of humor.
Lost Lake Ranch (August 1875 - September 1875)
Clara recently accepted the position of part-time nanny to Cody and Nettie Thornton at Lost Lake Ranch. She only works two or three days per week.
After resigning from that position Clara found new employment working at the Lickskillet, a local cafe in Kalispell. She helps with the cooking and baking plus can also wait on tables if necessary.
She handles her share of the chores and work involved in keeping the family's homestead running.
Reads and writes, excellent with arithmetic. Good with chores,
Cooking, laundry, and farm animals. Can ride a horse.
Her father has taught her to load and fire both pistol and rifle.
Hobbies & Interests
Voracious reader when she can get her hands on books and has the time given all the work she does at home.
Swimming when time and weather permits.
Aliases / Nicknames
Kalispell, Montana Territory
Place of Birth
Kith & Kin
| FAMILY |
Father: Aurelian Redmond (see Timeline for details)
Mother: Kathleen Redmond (deceased)
Brother(s): Wyatt Redmond (a. 12)
Sister(s): Catherine Redmond (deceased, a. 3 months)
| ADVERSARIES & ALLIES |
To be determined in game play.
Indians, any Indians, she hates Indians with a fury.
| 1860 |
Born to Kathleen and Aurelian Redmond in Scranton, Pennsylvania.
| 1861-1865 |
Basically brought up by her mother as her father was off in service during the war. A precocious child, fast learner, with seemingly endless curiosity. In late 1863 she got herself a little baby brother, Wyatt.
| 1867-1872 |
Her family lived on a farm where she had a happy enough childhood all the while learning about all that entailed being a woman on a farm. She was a big help to her mother. Kathleen used to remark Clara was a better cook than she was.
Sadly there was another baby, Catherine, which was born in poor health and passed a few months later. They had to move also and their situation became increasingly harder. Finally her father decided they would move out west. Clara was excited, it sounded like a grand adventure.
| 1873 |
The train ride from the east out to Chicago was amazing to the girl, she usually kept her face at the window watching all the sights they went passed. For a time they stopped in Minnesota but her father said more and better land could be found further west.
| 1874 |
Finally her father pulled the trigger, as it were, taking up a homestead property for a very low price in Montana. This was to be their home from here on in. Work commenced on a cabin but they hadn’t been there long when Indians attacked them without warning. Clara was with her mother helping her wash laundry at the creek. It all happened so fast. The two ran for it at first sight of a grim looking warrior. Clara didn’t get far before she screamed in pain as an arrow sunk into her torso. Down she went. Her mother could have kept going but that was not going to happen. Kathleen saw the Indian raising his bow for another shot and the mother threw herself over the girl to shield her, taking the shaft right in her back.
By the time Clara recovered consciousness, she was in the nearest town in a doctors office, her father and brother at her side. Aurelian had to tell her that her mother was gone. That probably hurt more than the wound, which was misery enough. For awhile it was touch and go when she developed infection but stubborn as always, Clara pulled thru.
Their homestead had been burnt to the ground, everything left behind destroyed or stolen. Aurelian moved on as soon as Clara was cleared to travel. Finally he had a bit of good fortune. He met another homesteader who was leaving for the east as his wife didn’t like it out west. This man already had a property just outside the small town of Kalispell and there was also a cabin up too. Aurelian bought it and was determined to try again to make a home, a permanent home. Clara, who worshipped her father, was ready too. This time they would succeed if she had say so about it.
"No, actually, it was a pleasant conversation. It didn't feel...stilted. I did talk too much, I'm sure, but I was...a little flustered."
Clara shook her head, "Oh gosh, do not be flustered over my father. He is nothing to be flustered about. Well, I do not mean that in a negative way. My father is very easy to get along with especially if the topic is farming."
The other woman glanced at Clara and then decided to forge ahead. "I thought he was my husband at first," she said in a rush.
"Indeed? Does he bear a resemblance to your late husband?" Clara now inquired.
The other woman seemed a bit taken aback, "You mean he might come today?"
"Yes, it is certainly within the realm of possibility," Clara nodded, she thought she had made it clear in her first statement.
"I mean...we've already met, so there's no need to introduce us," Lucinda said quickly, flashing an unconvincing smile at Clara.
"Oh, very well," Clara wondered where they had run into each other but that thought was answered without her even needing to ask.
"We met at church."
Of course, that made sense. Though Clara attended those same services and her and Jacob sat right behind her father and little brother. Maybe she and Jacob had left right after services one time and the meeting had occurred back then? No big deal.
"I see. Let me guess, I would hazard that he was not all that much of a conversationalist. He is like that. My mother was far more the talker in the family," Clara ventured a theory.
The woman's past was quite a different one than hers, it seemed she never saw her folks again and yes, that would be very sad. She and her father were close, plus there was her little brother. For all their squabbling, they were faithful siblings.
"Ah, that had to be rough on you indeed," Clara commiserated.
"But indeed I can visit the farm and he actually often stops by the diner too just to check on me and chat..........not that I would describe my father as the 'chatty' sort," she shrugged at that thought.
"In fact, if he does not show up today, I would imagine he will on the morrow. I will make it a point to introduce you two then," she suddenly thought that would be splendid idea.
"That's good." Lucinda smiled. "I don't know if anyone's told you this, but arguing and making up after an argument is better than not arguing at all."
"No one specifically but I do believe it to be simply common sense. But thank you for verifying it," Clara nodded, "My parents argued on occasion but mother always won. As it should be."
She smiled a little, it was her attempt at humor, she was often told she was far too serious about everything and was trying on occasion to lighten up.
The woman now had a question, "Do you and Jacob live close to your father?"
"No, not really. I mean father lives on the farm, it's a few miles outside of town...to the west. And I...I mean Jacob and I live here in town, in fact right upstairs. Emeline lived there until recently but her new husband has a ranch almost finished outside of town and she is going to live there then. She kindly allowed us to use the upstairs then. It is the generous sort of person she is. "
Well given her self-deprecating response about distinguished, leastwise the woman was not one of those arrogant sorts. Clara smiled, just a little, at her crack. Turned out she had lived in Pennsylvania too, interesting! She was married in Harrisburg but no children. Ohh, Clara wondered if it was by choice or if God had not blessed the couple with a child.
"Oh I see, well, nice to talk with a fellow Pennsylvanian," Clara stuck to saying something on the safe side.
"Emeline told me you'd been recently married. Has your marriage been all sunshine and roses so far?" She glanced back with a knowing gleam in her eye. "Or have you two hit some bumps in the road already?"
Clara thought that a strange remark and indeed question too. It begged the question whether Lucinda's marriage had been a less than good one?
"Well, neither of us expected all sunshine and roses, we are both realists. But we have gotten along well. We had a few arguments of a sort but settled and made up right after. I am deeply in love with Jacob. And determined to be the best wife and mother I can be," Clara answered her.
"You may call me Lucinda if you'd like," the new employee said as she picked up a few dishes. "I'll try to remember to call you Clara."
"Lucinda, a distinguished sounding name," Clara nodded.
The woman dunked the plates into the water and glanced back at Clara. "What is it you'd like to know? I'm from back east, but then I suppose everyone here is, too. And I'm a widow."
"I do not mean to pry at all, just like to know the people I am going to be with on a regular basis is all," Clara informed her.
"Back east then? We...I mean my family came from Pennsylvania. My father and little brother have a farm a few miles outside of town."
Now as to her regrettable marriage status, Clara continued, "Oh sorry about your loss. Do you have children?"
"I am rather newly married myself, back in spring. Jacob Lutz, from a farm outside of town too. Though he does not wish to make farming his livelihood. He is now working for the telegraph company."
She was not visibly showing yet though she thought she could notice the difference in her belly size when she stood undressed in front of the mirror. So she decided not to mention the pregnancy to the newcomer. Certainly later if the woman works out and lands the job on a regular basis. There would come a time when Clara could no longer hide the obvious afterall.
The woman seemed quite pleased with the terms of the offer so the two ladies shook hands to seal the deal. Her father always said that a handshake out west was the equivalent of a signed contract back East. Clara did not think the courts would agree with that assessment however.
"Good, then glad to have you. I can use the extra hands," Clara was quite satisfied too with the outcome, least so far. It remained to be seen if the woman was a good worker or not.
"I can start today. Right now, if it's convenient. I know it's not terribly busy right now, but I'm sure you have dishes I can wash."
"Well, certainly if that is your desire. Yes indeed there are dishes to be washed alright, it seems to be never ending even," Clara admitted then added, "Follow me into the back."
She led the other woman into the back room with it's double size stove and many shelves. There was a sink too of course and a pump to provide water, it was all quite modern really.
There was also a long wooden table where most of the baking was prepared.
"If you just wash and dry, I can put the dishes away then later as I can hardly expect you to know where everything goes," Clara directed.
"So, if it is not too bold a request, tell me a little about yourself, Miss Dietrich? Or would it be alright for me to call you Lucinda? And please...........call me Clara. Mrs. Lutz makes me sound so old."
"Well, she didn't actually offer me an official job. She just said to come back here if I couldn't find something. It was more of a...a charitable act, you see."
"Oh, yes I understand," Clara approved of such charitable acts and was not surprised in the slightest at Emeline's kindness.
"I grew up in a wealthy family, so I'm still learning about cooking. I can bake bread and biscuits, but both end up burnt more often than not," the woman was being honest at least.
Oh dear, that simply would not do. Clara instead nodded and kept listening, poker faced, that was easy enough for the normally solemn girl to do.
"I'm boarding with the Wigfalls, and Jemima seems to think I would make a good waitress. Or dishwasher. But Jemima doesn't work here, so you might want to take that with a grain of salt."
"I know Miss Wigfall. Hard worker, a bit......free with her opinions," Clara left it at that.
"But my employer is a fine judge of character and if she invited you back, she must have judged you worthy. So how about this then for employment? I will hire you to wash dishes, sweep and wash the floors for ........say.....one week? Then if you decide you wish to stay.."
Actually Clara really meant if she judged the woman was a willing enough worker but she wasn't going to say that.
"Then we can discuss you being a waitress. Perhaps leave the baking and cooking then to me?" Clara thought this all quite reasonable. Now it was up to Lucinda.
"Well, actually, I was hoping that I might be able to help you," was the woman's response.
"Oh?" Clara didn't understand.
"My name is Lucinda Dietrich. I don't know how much Emeline told you, but I'm new in town. I helped Emeline wash dishes one night and she told me that if I couldn't find work, to come back here."
Clara blinked but found her voice quickly, "Hello, well.....honestly she did not tell me anything about you or even mention that name."
But she didn't want to be unfriendly, "Oh yes, I am Clara Re...Lutz. Nice to meet you." She almost used her maiden name there, still not quite used to that little detail of being married. There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence broken by the newcomer.
"Could...could you use an extra hand in the kitchen? Or out here?"
"Well...indeed I have been doing the work of two by myself since Emeline departed on her trip with her new husband. So it is not like I could not use the help but.........."
"How much did she say you would be paid? And, pardon my boldness but I feel it necessary to ask - how much do you know about cooking and especially baking?"
Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.
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