Lizzie Borden Society Forum

Happy Abby and Andrew Day Everyone!!

With the time change considered, Bridget will be up and downstairs in about an hour and twenty minutes from now.

My don't those pears look tasty...

Enjoy the day!
I was impressed, asked my hubby if he knew what happened on this day in History and he did. I must be a good influence!

I wonder if there is mail for me today at the Post Office!

Happy Anniversary, fellow Bordeniacs!
Airmid.

"Oh, I do wish Uncle John would leave. I can't go down stairs until he does and I have so many things to do this morning. All that work to be done ironing handerkerchiefs and gathering my fishing gear. After that I'll have the rest of the morning for other things. Oh dear, what shall I do?"

Quick someone distract Abby before she goes upstairs! Snatch her feather duster and run off with it! Give her a note and tell her that a friend is sick! Get her out of the house!

From front door: Knock! knock!

Bridget, washing dining room windows, throws wash cloth into the bucket and wiping her brow, heads to the front door to answer it. Suddenly suspicious, she stays her hand from the first lock and calls out-

Bridget: Who is it?

Andrew (from outside) Me! I forgot my key.

Bridget: Mr Borden?

Andrew (exasperated): No, its the Avon Lady! Of course its me!

Bridget (unfastening the locks, muttering): Well, Miss Avon Lady, me hands are raw! I'll have a couple of jars of Skin So Soft! And send the bill to the Nibses!
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"Laugh, I thought I'd die! Just look at that old Dr. Geezer driving his buggy away like a bat outa hell after he found that axe in the back of it."

Bridget fumbled with the door locks. "Fudge!" she exclaims, and a chilling "TEEHEE" comes from the top of the stairs.

Pardon me, but what are you all talking about ? I have been out in the bahn. Did I miss something ?





Tracy...

Zero Hour for Andrew.
I say a silent prayer in his and Abby's memory.

Amen, Kash.

Meanwhile, Lizzie's in a dither.

"Who are all these people in my house and why are they questioning me. Me, who does all those charitable thingys. So what if they didn't find any footprints in the barn. Even though I don't dance they've said I was always light on my feet. Can't a person have a few pears in their bahn without being accused of murder..."

From reading the various True Crime cases, you must agree that when the people at the house did not do the murder, then it must have been some Unknown Subject. Such as the Ramseys, the Bordens, etc. etc.
Only those w/o knowledge or imagination would assume that only those known to be at the house could be the suspects. But there's a lot of this going around.

I'll bet Lizzie kicked herself a thousand times. "If I didn't honestly say 'It wasn't Bridget or anyone who worked for Father ...' I would never have been a suspect." No bloodstains or murder weapon, etc.

Do we agree? If not, I'll just have to keep pusing that boulder uphill.

Harry @ Fri Aug 04, 2006 11:21 am wrote:Amen, Kash.

Meanwhile, Lizzie's in a dither.

"Who are all these people in my house and why are they questioning me. Me, who does all those charitable things. So what if they didn't find any footprints in the barn. Even though I don't dance they've said I was always light on my feet. Can't a person have a few pears in their bahn without being accused of murder..."

"OooooOOOOOHHhhh. One of those peeers mustn't have been quite ripe...Jesu--get me to the cellar!! Hope there's newspaper. Ohhh-those peeers!"

Please, someone, send for the police! Phone the Marshall!
Ask him specifically to send a herd of blundering fools, who don't notice anything, have no memory whatsoever, make no notes or lose them, and especially are able to contradict themselves and each other under oath!
Ask the Marshall to instruct them well, so that every one of them asks the same stupid questions to the same witnesses, never thinking to ask any follow-up questions!
Ask the Marshal to coordinate a search of the house, so that every one of them of his own accord rampages the house in search of evidence, and fusses with any potential murder weapons, and puts them down in a different place than where they found them!

Help!
Airmid.

Note to self: After all this commotion has settled down in a few days...remember to get rid of that dress with the paint stain.





Tracy...

It's getting too crowded down here. I think I'll go up to my room and change my dress. That pink wrapper will do nicely. Then I can get that cutey Dr. Bowen to come up. Maybe he's got something in that little black bag of his that will calm me down.

I hope people realize that this is all Maggie's fault. If she had built a proper fire in the stove my irons would have stayed hot and I could have finished my hankies. I wouldn't have had time to go to the bahn and all this would have never happened. MAGGIE! Get in here ....

Airmid @ Fri Aug 04, 2006 11:44 am wrote:Please, someone, send for the police! Phone the Marshall!
Ask him specifically to send a herd of blundering fools, who don't notice anything, have no memory whatsoever, make no notes or lose them, and especially are able to contradict themselves and each other under oath!
Ask the Marshall to instruct them well, so that every one of them asks the same stupid questions to the same witnesses, never thinking to ask any follow-up questions!
Ask the Marshal to coordinate a search of the house, so that every one of them of his own accord rampages the house in search of evidence, and fusses with any potential murder weapons, and puts them down in a different place than where they found them!
Help!
Airmid.

Here is your help.
Modern criminalistics date from the early 20th century. The knowledge that was used today was unknown 100 years ago, even dactylographs (the term in use then). Sherlock Holmes' magnifying glass represents state of the art tools. (There is a book on all this.)
Detection was in its early ages. Most people lived close by, they depended on eye-witness testimony in most cases. IMO

Pretty soon Uncle John is going to be stepping off the trolley car, having memorized the badge number of the conductor, and strolling up 2nd Street thinking of the juicy pears in the backyard he can devour in preperation for supper.

Lighten up, Ray! This is the special August 4th thread. Now, I would love to see you write something tongue-in-cheek in this thread too!

Airmid.

"I ate cookies and coffee for breakfast,
Then had pears in the barn for lunch,
Now I don't have to eat the mutton,
To the killer: thanks a bunch!"

L.B.

Richard @ Fri Aug 04, 2006 12:20 pm wrote:Pretty soon Uncle John is going to be stepping off the trolley car, having memorized the badge number of the conductor, and strolling up 2nd Street thinking of the juicy pears in the backyard he can devour in preperation for supper.

THAT tells me Uncle John knew he needed an alibi!
He was informed of the death by Lizzie's messenger.

I think he was informed of the death after he stood in the backyard and ate three pears, and then entered the house by way of the side entrance and was immediately set upon by policeman. According to John Morse, he didn't know about the deaths until he entered the house and claimed he didn't pay any mind to the hundreds of people mulling about the front lawn.

Anyway, right now Lizzie is sitting in the kitchen being drilled by all sorts of people. Hundreds are in the streets. Marshall Hillard is over at Swansea tracking down reports of Portguese handyman!

Did the message get sent to my dear sister Emma yet ? Oh I hope she gets here soon...I need her so.





Tracy...

For some reason the Fall River Herald News made no mention of Lizzie in today's paper. I found that odd!
I think that I'll dash off a letter to the editor and ask her why.

I was in the barn looking for led for sinkers. I have a fishing trip coming up.

Oh, I was eating pairs, wonder if Bridget wants to go into town for some material, its on speical.

Mark A. @ Fri Aug 04, 2006 4:10 pm wrote:For some reason the Fall River Herald News made no mention of Lizzie in today's paper. I found that odd!
I think that I'll dash off a letter to the editor and ask her why.

This South African site has a reference to it. Great shadow drawing as well!

http://tinyurl.com/p8hcv

"Oh Bridget, please go buy a dress , or go wash windows, or please go get a Doctor, just PLEASE leave!!!

Go get a new dress ?...Oh pshaw ! I am not feeling well. I am going upstairs to lie down.





Tracy...

"This is 911, the killer is in the house! Quick! Run out to the barn!"

(Please, don't anyone write in something about the Bordens not having a phone or 911 not being around in 1892. It's a joke, son!)

--Lyddie