Elizabeth [Ghost-Story, A]

Elizabeth, twin-brother Noah & best-friend Jennifer walk-home barefoot having-attended 1843 Christmas-Eve celebrations at the Henry J Fate Flour-Mill. Twins are tragically-killed in a 'road-traffic-accident'.

Opening-scene; standing on the dirt-road [NO-pavement/sidewalk] a few steps away from the stone-wall entrance of the Henry J Fate Flour-Mill, camera moves-past gate-keepers [night-watchman’s] wooden-hut [on the right-hand-side] across the cobble-stones toward & through the school-room window.

Moving forward to the table nearest-lectern camera focuses-upon Jennifer & her best-friends Elizabeth & Noah listening-intently to their-employer reading closing Christmas Carol paragraphs... ‘God bless-us everyone’.
Closing the book Henry thanked the children for attending the modest flour-mill seasonal-celebrations; standing quietly, the children dutifully lined-up, thanked Henry & wife Zoë as they collected a token-bonus of nuts, flour...

Walking-home barefoot Jennifer fell-behind a few paces, holding the Royal Oak wall for-balance as she brushed the soles of-her-feet to remove stones that had been hidden under the light-dusting of-snow.

Standing upright she caught-sight of a pair-of-horses impact Elizabeth & Noah, their bodies falling-lifeless on-the-road.

Tolling of single church-bell; screen fades-to-black.

We move to 21st-century with Valerie standing by the Royal Oak wall, husband Allan walking-up behind wife of 30yrs.

Elizabeth is hidden-from-view...

Alive-&-mortal Elizabeth & Noah get to live in the 21st-century.


39. Sycamore-Cottage [wip]

It was obvious finding an article in todays newspaper required knowledge it was actually there; virtually impossible to find an article mentioning Elizabeth, Noah & or their kids, if any articles existed, sometime in the last hundred-years.

Nothing in Elizabeths diaries suggested she Noah & or their kids were in any-way ‘special‘, 21st-century celebrity did not exist, especially for women of ‘modest-means‘. Perhaps ‘wife-of, child-of Adam‘ was worth checking-out.

True, Elizabeth was Portervilles first typist & she introduced first-aid training, she was a co-inventor of the automatic washing-machine; from an 8yo child-labourer sweeping the flour-mill floors she became a typist & teacher, secretary [at the time a largely male-profession] then personal-assistant to Mr Fate.

Elizabeth was instrumental in growing the business, including forming overseas-contacts with her fluent written-&-spoken French, achieving senior-partner status & later that of director.  

Notwithstanding being a minor suffragette the glass-ceiling was the major-reason her achievements were lost-over-time. As a woman she was ‘forever‘ the ‘property‘ of a ‘man‘; initially her dad, then her husband.

With a body-to-die-for, sharp-&-enquiring mind, multi-lingual & business-skills, had Elizabeth been born in the late 20th-century she would have owned & promoted her own cosmetics-&-clothes lines, regularly appeared in Vogue, OK... magazines & likely have her own TV-show. Her angelic-voice & musical-talent were sadly lost-in-time.  

Other than historians with unlimited free-time it was unlikely anybody would know-of the past. Digitised newspaper archives did not yet exist though it was worth an e-mail to spark the interest of proprietors.

The flour-mill, no-longer a ruin on Valeries return, was now a fully-restored museum [with the framed photograph of Valerie & her 1844 graduation-class; proudly-displayed in the former schoolroom set-aside for workers to eat]. Graduation-photographs for 1845... too were displayed, Henry J Fate continued the precedent set by Valerie.  

Company-records showed Elizabeth, husband Adam & their children lived in Sycamore cottage, adjacent Cherry-Tree, prompting Valerie ask permission of neighbour Trudy to use a metal-detector in the garden looking for another metal-box.

Within minutes Valerie was standing over Elizabeths second ‘secret place’. Wary of touching the metal-box herself Valerie asked Trudy to dig-out & remove; unrelated Trudy would be perfectly-safe.  

Everything seemed okay, opening the box Valerie was looking at Elizabeths diary-collection, another draw-string pouch with mixed copper brass & silver coins, family & other photographs wrapped in brown-paper & tied with string.

Trudy removed a tarpaulin from what she thought was a garden-incinerator; seized-up & rusty Valerie recognised the steam-powered automatic washing-machine she had sketched earlier; Elizabeth & her mom Mary once-owned labour-saving technology 21st-century ‘girls‘ took for granted.  

Unwrapping the framed photograph a tear filled Valeries eye; Elizabeth lived, married & raised her own family, Noah too. Opening Elizabeths diary Valerie began to read with interest, events leading up-to the twins time in the 21st-century, their return to the 19th-century, granddaughter Zoë emigrating to the USA. Valerie now held information necessary to complete her family-tree & maybe contact lost-relatives. Unwrapping the 500Meg ClickFree hard-drive, Valerie remembered the Christmas-presents that-had 'mysteriously-disappeared' from the 'twins-bedroom'.

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