Last night Eliza Gold, or Frost, the sister, who lives at 6, Thrawl-street, Spitalfields, made the following statement. She did this with difficulty, as she is suffering from a serious attack of illness consequent on the sudden discovery of her sister's shocking end. "It was this morning," she said, "when I was called to the mortuary to identify her, poor girl-I never dreamed that she would come to such an end as this, and I can't get over it. I really don't know how old she was, but I am fifty-two, and she was considerably younger. Perhaps she was about forty-two. She was born at Wolverhampton. All of us were born there. She was not married to Conway, but she went to live with him while in London. She has lived here almost all her life. Her name was Catherine Eddowes. Conway was in the army, but I don't know in what regiment. She had two or three children by him. It's rather strange-one of them, the girl that's married, came to me last week and asked me if I had seen anything of her mother. She said it was a very long time since she had seen her; but it was a long time since I had, too, and I told her so. In fact I have not seen her much oftener than once or twice since she has been with Kelly, though we lived so close together. We were not on the best of terms. I think it is only five or six years since Conway left her. Then she got in with Kelly, and I believe she has stuck to him all along. I certainly don't think she ever went out with other men, though I have told you that I did not see much of her. She was always a regular jolly sort, but she would never do anything wrong. I cannot imagine what she was doing in Mitre-square. ["]
Interesting,given Kate was caring for Eliza late August before going hopping.
That is at least the third version given by a very distraught Eliza Gold.
Was Annie seeking her mother when she returned from hopping near Kent?
Why? Especially as she had been avoiding her for over two years.
Eliza seems to have been illiterate. Her defacto's name may have been James Fruit.
My name is Dave. You cannot reach me through Debs email account
It makes no sense at all. As if Jack the Ripper would have bothered to ask a potential victim's name, releasing her if the name, or alias, she gave didn't vaguely resemble Pearly Poll's. A woman who, by all accounts, had a distinctive voice and appearance.