Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Fall Season...the scary stories begin....

As with many new adventures in life, the change of seasons often bring with its introduction  new thoughts, different outlooks, and fresh ideas to accompany its beginning moments.
 The Fall Season brings "her" unique  charm to accompany an exciting entrance. In the days gone by, the Fall Season would bring the beginnings of the cold and gusty winds, leaves now fallen off the trees  blowing to and fro, the days getting shorter, and the darkness of night begins to make more of an impression on our lives as the winter approaches.
 As with many different changes in life, the excitement of it all, like the feeling of  cold and frosty night...after months of summer heat, stirs people to react to its beginning moments.
Often given to our "emotional side of life"...the stories begin.....as in
                               Jack the Ripper.

 In the late 1880's, London England was preparing itself for another beautiful season of Fall.
The harvest had already begun with golden grains being stored for winter use, hay being cut so animals would have food for winter, pumpkins and various harvest oriented festivals were underway, as the "Darkness of the Night" became more prevalent than in the Spring and Summer seasons.
 In 1888, it was imperative to have candles for the homes...to light dimly the through the night while your eyes beheld the darkness as each evening of the night would greet you a little earlier each day.
 The thing about  a candle lit atmosphere is...the shadows. One would sit near a warm fire, with perhaps a bit of hot brew...and notice in the candle light setting...shadows all around you. You could see them as one person may walk up the stairs, or enter another room, or perhaps look out the window and see a shadow of someone...or something pass by your very dwelling.
 And in 1888, you didn't have a TV, or a radio....you couldn't put a headset on, or turn on a computer. You either had a book with your reading glasses, or if you arranged the candles just right, a paper and pen to write a letter...or simply express your thoughts.
 And...you had your...mind.

 The mind can take you "places" far away from where you may dwell. The "creative juices" would be flowing...particularly with the colder weather and the evenings making much more impact on your daily lives.
 And, during the late 1800's, it was pretty customary to arise at the break of dawn, and begin your day. As a result, when evening "knocked on your door", your body, your mind, and perhaps even your very soul was weary, from all the activity that had gone on during the daily routine of life....in London England....

On October 13th, 1888, a disturbing news article was publicized through the newspaper called: "The Illustrated London News". The newspaper was an article everyone read...daily! It was the very source of knowledge a person living in London could use to keep up with all the daily activity going on in London and the surrounding area.
 A section of London was called: "The Whitechapel District". It was an impoverished area in the late Victorian era, and was an extremely high crime area. The wealthier folk lived on the west side of London, while the east side catered to the poor and impoverished.
 Located in Middlesex county, areas such as Flower and Dean Street were known as the most dangerous area in London. Dorset Street was simply recognized as "the very worse street in London", the infamous "Whitechapel District" was full of people in extreme poverty, living in sub-standard homes, numerous people simply homeless, drunkenness prevalent among the city streets, and prostitutes...prostitutes everywhere!

 In this area, as the Fall Season was underway in all its array of colors...there was circulating very disturbing, alarming, and flat scary reports...as early as September in 1888...there was a serial killer rising to prominence...he had titles like "The Whitechapel Murderer" and the "Leather Apron"....but in a short time he became known to all as..."Jack the Ripper".
 

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