Thursday, June 09, 2005

Fall River Hoedown

I have, for years, sung a version of this song with no idea what the correct lyrics are, but now I know them complete, and you can too.

What a snob. I've heard it said she met her Pa and cut him dead...

10 Comments:

Blogger C. F. Blog said...

-Sweeny Todd is one of my favorite musicals. I always thought it should be performed at Dinner Theater playhouse’s serving meat pies.-

I first learned about the song and the story of Lizzie from the most read book of my years (between 3rd - 7th grade) The INFAMOUS Reader's Digest –Strange Stories, Amazing Facts. Mom still has the book, my favorite stories marked by the stains of macaroni and cheese.

12:40 PM  
Blogger Jonquil said...

Thanks to you and to Margaret.

I've beecome addicted to the Penguin *Famous Trials* series. One of the more lurid is that of Dr. Buck Ruxton, who in 1935 chopped up his common-law wife and his maid and dropped the bits into a ravine. The wife's remains were identified by superimposing her photograph on a photograph of the skull; the living photograph wore a tiara, which made for an even more eerie image than one would expect.

1:57 PM  
Blogger C. F. Blog said...

Dr Ruxton was hanged at Manchester on 12th May 1936. A petition asking for clemency for him was signed by 10,000 people.

Just like in the Michael Jackson's case, people out there that wanting to give sick’os another chance.

2:17 PM  
Blogger Jonquil said...

Did you mention liking historic dress? A friend passed on this link to patterns and kits for Victorian bonnets, hats, and caps. The "cottage bonnet" is what Madeleine Smith is shown wearing at her trial.

7:44 AM  
Blogger C. F. Blog said...

Cool info on Madeleine Smith story; I had never heard of it.

Basic unravel- is that both were trying to poison each other? I still don't get why Madeleine would use the arsenic unless she though she put enough in the coco to “do him in”.

On L'Angelier side- from in encounter on a street "a lady, remarked to her companion what pretty little feet he had" (I guess that might be another reasons he wept so much). Sorry I just thought that was funny.

In truth; L'Angelier might have just lost it and decided to end his life after being jilted AGAIN. So he poisons himself to blackmail Smith even though Smith is trying to do the same thing. She gets off but forever is stained by white powder.

9:38 AM  
Blogger Madeleine Robins said...

I'm trying to remember which trial it was (much loved and used by writers of "gothic" novels when I was a young person) at which the huband was accused of killing his wife--who had in fact done herself in inadvertantly by over-use of belladonna drops in her eyes (they dilate the pupils and make the eyes larger and more lustrous, and the poison builds up in the system, and can eventually be fatal--talk about "it's necessary to suffer for beauty!").

And yes, I love historic dress, but my interest is less Victorian and more Georgian/Regency. Still, it's a great bonnet.

1:08 PM  
Blogger Jonquil said...

I would find Madeleine's story more credible if she hadn't tried to buy prussic acid (a.k.a. hydrocyanic acid) to whiten her hands. There was an urban legend going around that arsenic, which she bought at other times, worked for this purpose, but *none* that prussic acid did the same. The lady had mayhem on her mind. (Is poisoning technically mayhem?)

Somebody put enough poison into L'Angelier to do him in -- there were 82 grains remaining in his stomach after he died, and the lethal dose is 3-8 grains. (Yes, I read the trial records recently at bedtime. For some reason, my husband has stopped drinking cocoa.)

1:49 PM  
Blogger C. F. Blog said...

Ok, I have to say that both my husband and I crime junkie's. So it’s not far out of our character to visit the Plantation of Rosehall, where Anne Palmer fell widowed four times on our Honeymoon. Each husband died mysteriously from poison to strangling, but I had just finished the book and since we were there already...I know it's not romantic but you can’t say it's boring either. Husband’s still fine by the way.

2:26 PM  
Blogger Madeleine Robins said...

I have to say I'm finding it a little disquieting to read about "Madeleine buying prussic acid." I haven't. Not even once!

Oh. Madeleine Smith. Never mind.

3:54 PM  
Blogger Jonquil said...

Where would one buy prussic acid in these parts, anyway? That's what's wrong with post-Victorian morals: your neighborhood pharmacist won't sell you the good stuff.

I don't know who your atropine poisoning victim is; if you do run into her, let me know. I've mostly been reading about murderesses lately. Mary S. Hartman's Victorian Murderesses is great fun.

4:05 PM  

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