Originally posted by Adam Went
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I believe Elizabeth learned to use both professions in tandem when the need would arise. If she could, she would seek a client who would take her home or at least, to a motel or other lodging. She was very capable of putting on 'airs' if need be and as a servant learned that tidiness and some respectable appearance was a must to attract a customer who was capable of just a 'knee jerker' in an alley.
Certainly, she accepted the hope for stability in a relationship, but these never seemed to work out; either because of financial trouble, abuse or alcohol... or what I perceive as Elizabeth's own urge- started when she left home at 17- to ramble on occasion; especially when she saw her situation as untenable.
She had the benefit of a well rounded Church education and was intelligent. Each time she seemed at the precipice, she managed to pull herself out by her wit, which included- if need be- to play upon the sympathy of others.
He lowest point in life had to be when she entered the workhouse. For a woman of her character it had to be a very desperate act to become an 'inmate' at such a facility. This episode probably led her to try a steady relationship once more; this time with Michael Kidney, who- unlike Thomas Stride- was much younger than her. But, the revolving door was already in place. With abuse, alcohol and a fierce independence she spent the remaining years living two separate lives with Kidney, at No. 32 'Flowery Dean' and, I think on occasion, with other temporary suitors. Kidney even hinted at that in his deposition at the inquest.
Whether Elizabeth Stride would have, once again, gone back to Kidney or she had finally determined to start a new life... we'll never know. By September 30, 1888 she was getting long in the tooth- at least what teeth she had left. She had been 'rode hard and put up wet' and despite her endeavor to still show some semblance of dignity, her options had probably diminished. Even the fantasy world that I believe she lived in sometimes to escape reality could no longer hide that fact.
I do think that Elizabeth tried to be as resourceful as she could all the way to the end... no matter what her purpose was in Berner Street that night. Her features, her very drab dress and her placement on a dimly lit street at that hour exposed the reality. Perhaps, in her mind, the freshness and color of that rose backed by a maidenhair fern represented hope of some kind.
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