Timepiece
“Nor that such courage could be had in such a petite frame.”
David Parkin’s Diary. January 17, 1909 MaryAnne’s pains were still light when the hurry-up call went out to the midwife, one Eliza Huish. The woman was known as one of the most revered midwives in the city, and had given birth herself on eleven occasions.
Eliza arrived on horseback shortly before dusk. She was older than MaryAnne had expected; a stern, aged countenance worn into the matriarch’s hard face. She was wide-hipped and buxom,... her hair was streaked with gray and drawn back tightly in a bun with a few prodigal strands falling across her cheek. Her attire matched her manner. She was dressed austerely in a drab muslin dress partially concealed beneath a faded ivory apron, which carried the stains of previous deliveries. At her side was a worn carpetbag filled with the implements of her profession: herbs, ointments, tonics, and tattered rags.
“Waters not yet broke, Catherine?” she asked.
“No, ma’am.”
The woman stopped at the room’s threshold and surveyed the elaborate Victorian parlor, her eyes raised to the ornate frescoed ceiling.MoreLess
David Parkin’s Diary. January 17, 1909 MaryAnne’s pains were still light when the hurry-up call went out to the midwife, one Eliza Huish. The woman was known as one of the most revered midwives in the city, and had given birth herself on eleven occasions.
Eliza arrived on horseback shortly before dusk. She was older than MaryAnne had expected; a stern, aged countenance worn into the matriarch’s hard face. She was wide-hipped and buxom,... her hair was streaked with gray and drawn back tightly in a bun with a few prodigal strands falling across her cheek. Her attire matched her manner. She was dressed austerely in a drab muslin dress partially concealed beneath a faded ivory apron, which carried the stains of previous deliveries. At her side was a worn carpetbag filled with the implements of her profession: herbs, ointments, tonics, and tattered rags.
“Waters not yet broke, Catherine?” she asked.
“No, ma’am.”
The woman stopped at the room’s threshold and surveyed the elaborate Victorian parlor, her eyes raised to the ornate frescoed ceiling.MoreLess
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