Going A-Wassling: A History of the Christmas Carol

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Greetings, blog post readers! It’s been a while since I posted any historical tidbits on this blog. I’ve missed blogging, so you’ll probably be seeing some posts here and there as of next year.

We’re in the holiday season now, so it’s natural to think about all the things that bring us joy during this time of year. Songs have always been a part of the holiday. In fact, singing carols at Christmas has been a tradition since the 14th century, when Christianity began to spread all throughout Europe. 

Photo Credit: The Christmas Carol, 1888, Hatch Lith Co., Library of Congress: Rawpixel/Public Domain

Interestingly, using the word “carol” to refer to Christmas songs gives us a little insight into what these songs meant in the past. A “carol” is a song of joy, but in the beginning, it wasn’t just about singing. It was also about dancing. Some of the earliest caroling was done by Franciscan friars. Their caroling, however, didn’t quite look like the caroling we know and love today. Their caroling resembled more the pagan rituals of the “mummers”, or performers who dressed up and wore masks and sang, danced, and performed for people during the holiday season. For a more modern rendition of this ritual, you can check out this video of Irish singer Loreena McKennitt’s 1997 song “The Mummer’s Dance”

What are these Christmas carols? They’re the songs we think of when we think of the holiday season and the ones we hear everywhere. While many of the Christmas carols we know and love, such as “O Come All Ye Faithful,” were written in the 16th and 17th centuries in Europe or England, there were some carols written later by Americans. For example, there’s “Away In a Manger,” which appeared anonymously in several American magazines in the 1880s.

Before the 19th century, most caroling was done in local churches. But when the printing press became more advanced and cost-effective, booklets of carols began to circulate and afforded many people the opportunity to get to know these songs and sing them in their communities during the holiday season. In the early 19th century, caroling became a thing in many big cities. Caroling events were organized to raise money for charities during the holiday season. However, the popularity of singing Christmas carols in public began to decline in the 20th century, though there was a brief revival of the practice mid-century from schools and community groups. 

Today, we rarely see door-to-door caroling except in small towns, and even then, usually confined to families or certain groups. The COVID pandemic, however, saw the birth of virtual caroling, where people would get together online to sing Christmas carols together. 

I’ll be coming out with a short story soon that is part of the Adele Gossling Mysteries called “Christmas Coins and Holly,” where caroling has a place with the guests of Lady Augusta’s Christmas celebration. But crime doesn’t take a holiday, so there’s something else going on among the holly to put an interesting twist on the Gosslings’ holiday cheer!

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Release Day for The Missing Witness!

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Title: The Missing Witness

Series:Series: Grave Sisters Mysteries: Book 2

Author: Tam May

Genres: Historical Cozy Mystery

Release Date: November 22, 2025

“It is an entertaining read.” — early Goodreads reviewer

In small towns like Gyver, WWI veterans don’t have it easy. In a nation just emerging from an economic depression, jobs are few and far between. Disability and shell shock are real, and battle fatigue is taking its toll on their bodies and souls.

Three years after the end of the war, Violet Grave’s friend, Hank Convoy, is one of these vets struggling to survive. With a grandmother and a disabled sister to support, he takes whatever odd jobs he can get. But like Violet, he’s a product of Jazz Age youth culture, so most of what he earns goes toward cards and bootleg liquor.

To add to his troubles, he’s arrested on suspicion of murdering an army buddy found in the alleyway near his house.

Violet begs her older sisters, Eve and Helena, to help prove Hank killed out of self-defense and not cold-blooded murder.

Will the sisters solve this confusing case based on cigar ash, a missing revolver, and some missing jewelry? And what about the witness who left the marks of a strange pair of shoes in the dirt the night it happened?

You can get your copy of the book at a special promotional price at the following online retailers.


Excerpt

Oliver persuaded Sheriff Warner to go down to Browly’s Diner for some sandwiches and coffee. He then coaxed Hank into eating. The food and coffee revived the young man a little. 

But in spite of the district attorney’s compassion for the distraught young man, he didn’t forget he had an obligation to the county to do his duty. He felt the search for Wild Bill’s killer was over. And he was right. 

When he and Sheriff Warner had settled into the room the police used for questioning suspects, the first words out of Hank’s mouth were, “I killed Wild Bill.”

“God Almighty, we figured that out a long time ago,” scoffed the sheriff.

“I’ll take over the questioning, Sheriff,” Oliver said in a rough tone. “Get your notebook ready, as we want to take all of this down.”

“Yes, sir,” The sheriff pulled out his notepad and pencil and straddled a chair across from Hank. “I’ll take it down myself.”

“You can take this down, Sheriff,” Hank said in a firm tone. “I had to kill Wild Bill to defend myself.”

Oliver heard the lawman mumble, “They all say that.”

“So you weren’t in Litt last night,” Oliver said. “And you didn’t get that wound from a bar fight.”

“I shouldn’t have lied,” said Hank. “I panicked.”

Oliver patted the young man’s arm. “Listen, son, do you want someone here with you?”

“I can’t afford a lawyer.” Hank suddenly broke down, hiding his face with both hands.

“I didn’t mean a lawyer,” Oliver said gently. “I meant a family member.”

“No one was home when we knocked on the door earlier this morning,” Sheriff Warner reminded him.

Hank stared at him. “What do you mean, no one was home?”

“No one answered,” he said.

The young man blinked. “Ellie’s always home unless she’s with Sarah Anthony.”

“She wasn’t with the Anthonys,” the sheriff said.

“You don’t understand.” He turned to Oliver. “Ellie’s blind, and she can’t walk well. Even if Granny was out, she wouldn’t leave her alone.”

“If she was home, she wasn’t answering the door,” Sheriff Warner said.

“Maybe Granny came back from the Solarises’ and took Ellie somewhere when she saw I wasn’t there,” Hank lamented. 

“We can send someone to the Solarises’ to get them,” Oliver offered.

“It’s just as well they aren’t here.” Hank shook his head. “It would only upset Ellie.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t need anyone here. I want to tell what happened. It’s eating me up inside.”

“Start from the beginning,” Oliver said.


About the Author

Writing has been Tam May’s voice since the age of fourteen. She writes stories set in the past featuring sassy but sensitive women characters. Tam is the author of the Adele Gossling Mysteries, which takes place in the early 20th century and features suffragist and epistolary expert Adele Gossling whose talent for solving crimes doesn’t sit well with her town’s conventional ideas about women. She also has a new series, the Grave Sisters Mysteries, about three sisters who own a funeral home and help the county D.A. solve crimes in a 1920s small California town, set to release in 2025. In addition, she has written historical fiction about women breaking loose from the social and psychological expectations of their era. Although Tam left her heart in San Francisco, she lives in the Midwest because it’s cheaper. When she’s not writing, she’s devouring everything classic (books, films, art, music), concocting yummy plant-based dishes, and exploring her riverside town.


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Release Day for The Case of the Washed-Up Corpse!

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Title: The Case of the Washed-Up Corpse

Series: Grave Sisters Mysteries: Book 1

Author: Tam May

Genres: Historical Cozy Mystery

Release Date: April 26, 2025

New series!

Chosen for the Barnes & Noble Top Indie Favorite list!

It’s 1921, and Americans are still reeling from the effects of World War I. In Gyver, CA, on the California/Nevada border, three sisters own the only funeral home in town. The eldest, Eve, takes care of the administration and accounting. Middle sister Helena uses her scientific and medical knowledge for the more hands-on side of the business. Eighteen-year-old Violet, the youngest, skirts the edge of a flapper lifestyle, preferring parties and jazz to funeral services and burials.

Then, Gyver County’s newly appointed district attorney asks for their assistance in identifying the body of a young woman found along a remote part of the river. At first, the police think it’s suicide. Only it isn’t — it’s murder!

As far as the sisters are concerned, murder is police business. Their business is to see that the dead are laid to rest. But District Attorney Oliver Clarke needs their help, and they can’t say no.

What follows is a twisted tale with only a few clues to help untangle it: a missing engagement ring, a piece of rope, and a torn lapel.

Will Eve and her sisters succeed in bringing justice to a dead, innocent young woman?

You can get your copy of the book at a special promotional price of 99¢ at the following online retailers.


Excerpt

“Would you like some coffee, Oliver?” Helena rose. “I’m sure Agnes still has the pot going.”

“That’s mighty nice of you,” he said. “But this isn’t exactly a social call.”

She glanced at her sister. “Don’t tell me you need our services at this time of night.”

“Death, like birth, waits for no one.” Eve brushed the last cake crumbs from dessert off her lap. “A good thing we filled the hearse with gas this afternoon.”

“It’s not quite that kind of service.” Oliver’s dark eyes grew serious. “I need a different kind of help. A woman was found dead, and we don’t know who she is.”

“Who’s ‘we’?” Helena asked. 

“Me and the sheriff, of course,” he said. “And the county coroner. We’ve sent for Dr. Myers, but he’s a little difficult to locate at the moment.”

“All county men,” Eve murmured. “That means —”

“The woman did not die of natural causes,” Helena finished.

“We don’t know that yet,” he said. “We just got down there.”

“Down where?” Eve asked.

“The river.” He paused a moment. “Her body was washed up in the grass.”

“How horrible!” She shuddered.

“No more horrible than what we see,” her sister argued.

“You both know everybody in town,” Oliver said. 

“We ought to,” Eve said. “Graves have been here since the town was built.”

“I thought you might know who she is.”

“You want us to look at the dead body?” Eve pressed her hands together.

Helena glanced at her. “It’s our business, isn’t it?”

“I’d like you to do more than that,” said Oliver. “You’re a doctor, aren’t you, Helena?” He glanced at her.

“I studied medicine, but they wouldn’t let me get a license.” A note of bitterness lingered in her voice. 

“You have the knowledge and the training,” he insisted. “It looks as if it’s going to take a while before Dr. Myers gets there for the official ruling.”

“It’s that serious?” Eve asked.

“It is for me,” he said softly.

“Your first murder case in Gyver,” Helena remarked.

“Murder, like birth and death, waits for no one,” he said with a little irony. 

Eve rose. “We’d better get our coats, then.”

“It won’t be pleasant, I’m afraid.” He helped Eve with hers. “She’s been in the water for some time. That much we do know.”

“As Helena said, Oliver, death is our business,” Eve assured him.

“Agnes!” Helena called. “We’re going out with the district attorney.”

The housekeeper came out of the kitchen, a dish towel in one hand and the cake platter, washed and dripping, in the other. “What’re you wanting to do that for?”

“Because he asked us to,” Eve snapped.

“I think we ought to take the hearse,” Helena said. “We might need it.”

“You can follow me in my car.” Oliver put on his hat. 

“What’re you bothering these girls for?” Agnes glared at the man. “Ain’t you got the whole police station and courthouse at your beck and call? Zak never bothered anybody in town at this time of night.”

“I won’t keep them out long, Mrs. Bishop,” he promised.

“Shouldn’t be keeping them out at all,” the woman grumbled. “They need their beauty sleep.” 

“You must excuse Agnes,” Helena said. “She still thinks of us as her little goslings.”

“Ain’t these girls got enough on their minds without being bothered by district attorneys?” 

“Don’t be inhospitable, Agnes,” Eve said.

“I swear to have them back before ten, ma’am.” Oliver bowed.

“If Vi comes home before we do, make sure she gets to bed,” Eve instructed.

“She won’t be back before midnight, that wild kitten,” the woman snorted.

“I’ll tell the sheriff to send a deputy after her if she’s not back by the time we are,” Oliver said.

“Thank you.” Eve’s breath eased.


About the Author

Writing has been Tam May’s voice since the age of fourteen. She writes stories set in the past featuring sassy, sensitive women characters. Tam is the author of the Adele Gossling Mysteries, which takes place in the early 20th century and features suffragist and epistolary expert Adele Gossling whose talent for solving crimes doesn’t sit well with her town’s conventional ideas about women. Tam also has a new series, the Grave Sisters Mysteries, about three sisters who own a funeral home and help the county D.A. solve crimes in a 1920s small California town, set to release in 2025. She has also written historical fiction about women breaking loose from the social and psychological expectations of their era. Although Tam left her heart in San Francisco, she lives in the Midwest because it’s cheaper. When she’s not writing, she’s devouring everything classic (books, films, art, music), concocting yummy plant-based dishes, and exploring her new riverside town. 


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Release Day for Murder Among The Rubble!

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Title: Murder Among The Rubble

Series: Adele Gossling Mysteries: Book 7

Author: Tam May

Genres: Historical Cozy Mystery

Release Date: December 28, 2024

Chosen for the Barnes & Noble Top Indie Favorite list!

On a quiet morning in 1906, an earthquake of horrendous magnitude shakes one of California’s most vibrant cities. Buildings crumble to the ground. Fires destroy everything from South of the Slot’s dilapidated buildings to Nob Ill’s most ornate mansions, leveling nearly eighty percent of San Francisco.

Radical suffragist and progressive reformer Elsie Blessings calls her friends Adele Gossling and Nin Branch to her side at the Presidio’s refugee camp to help destitute women and children as San Francisco begins the slow process of rebuilding. Adele’s brother, Jackson, and Sheriff Hatfield accompany them as volunteers to help maintain law and order amidst the chaos of the ruined city.

While citizens come together to pick up the pieces of their homes and lives among the rubble, somebody thinks it’s just the right time for murder.

Includes an Author’s Note with background on the Great San Francisco Earthquake of 1906!

You can get your copy of the book at a special promotional price at the following online retailers.


Excerpt

“Perhaps if we saw her face, the ladies would be able to tell,” Hatfield suggested.

Dr. Fleming bent down and gently turned the woman over. 

Missy’s piercing scream echoed among the quiet shrubbery. Nin closed her eyes, clutching Adele’s arm. Adele’s stomach turned over. The entire front of the woman’s body was bloody and full of slits as if someone had tried to rip the dress off her.

“My God, what an animal!” Jackson stared at the horror.

Adele felt as if another earthquake were swaying the ground. Nin seemed to know what was happening and pulled her friend away from the horrible sight into another clearing. Adele leaned against a redwood, feeling the sharp tips of bark pierce into her back. The breeze brushed gently against her cheeks and the sun created a warm umbrella over her. Gradually, the sick feeling passed.

“How could he have done that to her?” Adele choked out. “So much stabbing!”

“Some men are savages,” Nin snarled. “A wild coyote would have been more civilized.”

Adele glanced at her friend and gave a small laugh. “You have a strong stomach, Nin.”

“I’ve seen what humans can do to one another,” Nin said, her tone heavy. 

Adele steadied herself. “The rage is more honest, anyway.”

“It was rage that did that,” Nin agreed. 

“What could she have done that was so terrible, I wonder,” Adele murmured.

“She probably didn’t do anything but live her own life,” Nin said.

“That’s what I mean.” Adele was beginning to feel stronger. “A woman living her own life is bound to offend someone.”

Nin put her hands on her shoulders. “It’s coming closer, the time when women will be able to live their own lives without offending anybody.”

Adele smiled. “Don’t tell me you believe in our cause at last, dear.”

“I don’t believe in causes and you know it,” Nin declared. “I believe in what the Generous Ones tell me.”

“And they tell you that?”

“The years tell me that,” said Nin. “The years passing by other people’s prejudices.”

Adele pressed her hand. “We should be getting back. I’m all right now.”

“Take some peppermint,” her friend advised. “There’s plenty of it here and it’s very soothing.”

Adele bent down and picked some of the spiky, rough leaves. Nin was right. The stinging scent calmed her stomach. As she plucked a bunch from the ground, she caught sight of a golden ring that looked as if it had been carelessly tossed there. Picking it up, she saw it was inscribed L.S. & G.W.

“Nin, look at this!”

Her friend peered at the ring. “Do you think it belonged to the dead girl?”

“It might have,” Adele said. “Or it might have fallen from the finger of a woman who came out here to meet her soldier beau.”

“A very married woman,” Nin remarked with disapproval.

“It looks fresh to me,” Adele said. “I don’t think it could have been left here for very long.”

“The camp’s been open for only a few weeks,” her friend pointed out.

“No, I think it was even a shorter time than that.” Adele slipped it in the pocket of her jacket. “It hardly has any dirt on it.”

“Are you going to tell the police?” Nin took her arm.

“I think we’d better not,” said Adele. “We don’t know that it has anything to do with the girl.”

“And you’re not going to tell them we saw the girl last night, are you?” Her friend’s eyes were shrewd. 

“If we tell Sergeant Walker she was near the Chinese camp, it wouldn’t look very good for them,” Adele said.

“Maybe a Chinese did kill her,” Nin suggested.

“I don’t think so,” Adele said as they carefully made their way among the shrubs. “It doesn’t seem likely someone from the Chinese camp would rip through her clothes like that.”

“Who knows what anyone would do under circumstances like these?” Nin sighed. “Some people have their sense of decency knocked out of them when Sister Nature reacts with such violence.”

“Violence begets violence,” Adele said, feeling her body shake.


About the Author

Writing has been Tam May’s voice since the age of fourteen. She writes stories set in the past that feature sassy and sensitive women characters. Tam is the author of the Adele Gossling Mysteries which takes place in the early 20th century and features suffragist and epistolary expert Adele Gossling whose talent for solving crimes doesn’t sit well with her town’s conventional ideas about women’s place. Tam is also working on a new series, the Grave Sisters Mysteries about three sisters who own a funeral home and help the county D.A. solve crimes in a 1920s small California town, set to release in 2025. She has also written historical fiction about women breaking loose from the social and psychological expectations of their era. Although Tam left her heart in San Francisco, she lives in the Midwest because it’s cheaper. When she’s not writing, she’s devouring everything classic (books, films, art, music), concocting yummy plant-based dishes, and exploring her new riverside town.


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Making Progress: Thanksgiving in the Progressive Era

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It’s that time of year when Thanksgiving is upon us (at least it is if you’re in the US). A few years ago, I wrote a blog post about Thanksgiving in the Gilded Age. But since I’ve been diving into the Progressive Era with my Adele Gossling Mysteries, I was curious to know how turn-of-the-century Thanksgiving traditions compared to those of America’s Gilded Age.

The Gilded Age was, remember, all about excesses, wealth, and showing off when it came to the holidays. Well-to-do Americans saw the holidays as a time to get into their best dress and parade themselves in hotel dining rooms or swank restaurants for a multi-course Thanksgiving meal that included non-traditional Thanksgiving fare such as oysters and lobster (if you don’t believe me, take a peek at the menu I included in the blog post mentioned above.) 

Photo Credit: Cover of Puck magazine showing a mother making a pumpkin pie in the kitchen while her four children look onward, emphasizing the family nature of Thanksgiving, 1903, chromolithograph, created by L. M. Glackens: pingnews.com / Flickr/Public Domain Mark 1.0

Americans started to get a grip on all those excesses and realized their country needed to make some changes in the Progressive Era. Reform was the order of the day, including worker’s rights, women’s rights, and environmental concerns. There was also more emphasis on intimate social circles (family, friends), probably because the modern era made many people feel fragmented and isolated (something I daresay we struggle with today in our social-media-heavy 21st century.)

For all these reasons, Thanksgiving became more of a family affair at the turn of the century. Magazines and books came out with Thanksgiving recipes to help encourage Americans to stay home for the holiday rather than let hotels and restaurants do the cooking. The recipes were much more what we consider traditional Thanksgiving foods, such as roasted turkey, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie. The 1902 menu on this site still has some oddities, such as oysters, but it looks much more like the kind of Thanksgiving meal we feast upon these days than the menu on my previous blog post.

Progressive reformers carried their work into the holidays as well. One thing we see with turn-of-the-century Thanksgiving which was less prevalent in the Gilded Age was the idea of giving thanks and gratitude by helping others. Missionaries and other charitable organizations hosted large Thanksgiving feasts for the poor all over the country. In addition, holiday gift boxes became popular just as they are today (my local Sprouts Market prepares gift bags with food every year that customers can purchase and have the store give to a family in need). Overall, the spirit of gratitude and giving was not lost on early 20th-century progressives.

While none of my Adele Gossling Mystery stories feature a Thanksgiving murder yet, be on the lookout for one in the future! In the meantime, check out The Carnation Murder, the first book of the series, which is totally free on all bookstore sites. 

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