Hidden History

History is often all around us, hidden beneath our feet, if only we know where to look…

Walking around the beautifully kept memorial rose gardens in the City of London Cemetery, you may come across a small circular plaque set in concrete in the grass verge by an access road. Around the edge it reads ‘City of London Cemetery Heritage Trail’ and in the middle ‘Mary Ann Nichols, Died 31st August 1888’. A little further along on the opposite side of the road lies an almost identical plaque, this time bearing the name ‘Catherine Eddowes, DiedΒ  30th September 1888’

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And if you were to wander around St Patrick’s Roman Catholic Cemetery in Leytonstone you may find a small and rather plain grave with an almost constant supply of flowers. The current headstone reads ‘In loving memory of Marie Jeanette Kelly – None but the lonely hearts can know my sadness, love lives forever.’

None of these grave markers are original, and after all these years the actual grave sites are approximate, but all three of these unlucky women were murdered in Whitechapel in London’s East End by Jack the Ripper – Polly Nichols at the end of August, Catherine Eddowes at the end of September, and Mary Jane Kelly on 9th November 1888.

Jack the Ripper’s two other known victims were Annie Chapman (buried in Manor Park Cemetery) who was killed on 8th September 1888, and Liz Stride (buried in East London Cemetery) who like Catherine Eddowes was murdered on 30th September.

With all the myths and legends and conspiracy theories surrounding the mysterious identity of Jack the Ripper (who was never caught), it is all too easy to forget that the basic story is factually true. Almost 130 years ago in the space of a few short weeks five real living-and-breathing women were brutally murdered, and it is important that they are remembered with respect as more than just incidental bit-part-player prostitutes in some misogynist madman’s murder-fest…

Daily Prompt: History

Thursday Doors: Dark Green But Not Unseen

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Hmmm… I’m not at all sure where these simple dark green wooden panelled doors lead – perhaps to simple garden storage sheds, or perhaps allowing private access to the long and narrow fenced-off garden area from the brick-built apartment block behind? All I know is there were several similar green doors, set at fixed intervals into brick surrounds, and however discreet and unassuming they may be, they still caught my eye through the tall railings surrounding the whole garden strip πŸ™‚

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And this very plain dark green wooden plank door leads to a very welcome public convenience discreetly half-hidden behind ample foliage in a local park πŸ™‚

For a variety of other door posts for this week please see Norm’s Thursday Doors

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Satisfaction

A bit of a tongue-in-cheek life-plan list for this week – three things that bring me satisfaction…

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Past: Making peace with my problematic past…

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Present: Spending time appreciating the little things in life…

 

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Future: And finally getting all my ducks in a row… (Yes I know they’re grey geese, not ducks – but they just sat there so neatly I immediately thought of ducks in a row) πŸ™‚

Weekly Photo Challenge: Satisfaction

Daily Prompt: Fragrance

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I love perfume – I wear it pretty much every day, even if I know I’m going to be at home alone all day lazing around in my comfy pyjamas.

I tend to stick to having one favourite fragrance at a time, and over the years I’ve gone through several signature scents from Calvin Klein’s youthful ‘CK1’ in my twenties, through a mix of Ralph Lauren’s delicate ‘Romance’ or Hugo Boss ‘Femme’ and Chanel’s very grown up ‘Allure’ in my thirties and forties, to my current fifties fragrance of choice, Paul Smith’s ‘Rose’.

I don’t usually decant my perfumes although I do own two beautiful blue perfume decanters used mainly for decorative purposes – one is very modern heavy glass design, and one is a delicate crystal cut-glass antique, shown here containing the pale pink of my Rose perfume as I dropped the new bottle the first day I used it and it landed squarely on the spray nozzle rendering it permanently defunct, so unfortunately decanting it was my only option πŸ™‚

Daily Prompt: FragranceΒ