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Belle of New Haven, Boston, Connecticut, Eleanor Roosevelt, Sarah Winchester, strength, Survival, Wildflower, Winchester rifle, women
Wednesday posts features women of history, women of today, and women of fiction who, like wildflowers, though they may appear fragile, possess rare beauty, and show their strength by blossoming in the harshest conditions. As Eleanor Roosevelt so aptly put it, ‘A woman is like a teabag; you never know how strong it is until it’s in hot water’.
Few of life’s challenges are as heart-wrenching as grief. The loss of a spouse, your partner for life, the loss of a child… I won’t attempt to address either with petty words, and pray I never need to learn how.
Sarah Winchester, nee Pardee, survived both.
Sarah, the Belle of New Haven, played the piano, was educated in the best private schools, and was versed in four languages. She married Willian Wirt Winchester, heir to the Winchester fortune.
The couple moved easily through New England society. Small wonder. Sarah’s father-in-law, Oliver Fisher Winchester, was Lieutenant Governor of Connecticut. He was also manufacturer of The Gun That Won The West, the Winchester rifle.
A charmed life, to be sure.
In 1866, disaster struck. Sarah’s infant daughter, Annie, succumbed to marasmus, a parasitic disease that inhibits the bodies ability to absorb protein and calories, resulting in severe emaciation. In other words, Annie starved to death. (Source)
Sarah spiralled into an endless depression. Her misery exploded when, in 1881, William died of tuberculosis.
In grief, Sarah questioned, and sought answers with the aid of a spiritualist.
A Boston medium explained Sarah’s losses were penance, revenge exacted by those killed with the Winchester repeating rifle. Sarah was led to believe that she would forever be haunted by the Winchester’s victims, specifically, American Indians and Civil War soldiers. Worse, Sarah believed she would be their next victim.
Sarah did not leave the consultation without hope. Sarah was assured that so long as she continued to build her home, she would be safe. Continuous construction would confuse the ghosts who pursued her, and possibly gain Sarah eternal life.
With ceaseless construction of Winchester House near San Jose, California, Sarah may have outsmarted the ghosts, yet she remained haunted. In her quest to stay one step ahead of her ghosts, she was a slave to her home. Seances were held regularly, suspicion ruled her days, and she never slept in the same room for more than one night.
Mock as we like, Sarah Winchester survived. Through unceasing design and implementation of plans, she found a focus for her life, and in so doing, found a way to survive not one but two unimaginable losses.
Here’s to you, Sarah. May you have at last found peace.
I never miss an opportunity to watch those programs that appear on the telly featuring Winchester House (generally pre-Halloween).
While the house is fascinating, the tragic tale of Sarah W is even more so. Rather than striking me as a superstitious kook with an obsession for carpentry as is often suggested, it is her grief that captivates. If only because I personally can’t comprehend existing even a single day past this ultimate emotional devistation. That she was haunted by grief seems most accurate. And I think you said it best, Sherry:
“Through unceasing design and implementation of plans, she found a focus for her life, and in so doing, found a way to survive not one but two unimaginable losses.”
I agree, Barbara. The house is a curiosity, but it is only a house. The inspiration that brought the house into being is what makes it an awesome enigma.
It’s a good thing I wore Nellie Belle when I read this. (Yes, Sherry, I’ve named the new hat purchased in Niagara-on-the-Lake yesterday.)
Nellie will grace my noggin when I write scenes wherein Molly requires discipline and strength to survive and conquer.
No. I’m not writing a novella-length comment today. You said it so well. I’m speechless.
Yes.
It happens.
There is yet hope for your sanity while I remain in The Land of the U Hogs.
Picture on your glob? Looking forward to seeing the hat!
And I am speechless when I see you wear that hat, Gloria. The collection grows. Note to self: learn to communicate telepathically. Snort.
What a load of guilt to pile on poor Sarah. Glad to hear she found peace.
A new hat, Gloria? You’ll have to take a pic and show off Nellie Belle. Is it blue?
Has Gloria’s hat outshone Sarah’s grief? My post? Hark!
Amen, Sharon. Was Sarah preyed upon, taken advantage of, or was her obsession to build what saved her?
I have watched programs on the Winchester house, stairs to nowhere, and doors that drop off into the outside of the upper stories. It is amazing. Someday I would love to visit. And you forgot to mention that it is supposed to be haunted. Of course, this is the haunted blog tour, but with that story? Of course it’s haunted.
Haunting takes many forms, I think. Was it the house that was haunted, or Sarah?
What a sad life. Trust a medium to turn her into an agoraphobic, and probably many other phobias. I imagine she lived in fear.
Yikes.
Carole, I watched a program not too long ago that offered an explanation for Sarah’s behaviour, and I believe that explanation was lead poisoning, which could account for her ‘symptoms’. For me, a scientific explanation does not make Sarah’s story any less captivating.
What a sad story! And fascinating in how someone deals with grief, and how society influences those choices. Thanks for sharing
Clearly, Sarah didn’t give a boo what society thought of her choices.
Blimey, that wasn’t a medium, that was a large! I have to say that New Haven was a pretty depressing place when I visited, that might have something to do with her mood, too.
Cheers!
Ah, Nigel, thank you for adding the snark and fun to this otherwise despairing post! Large, indeed. I suspect the fee was large, too.
That story makes a person cling to the middle of the road kind of life. Nothing fancy or tragic. Yep, that’s what I prefer. Poor, Sarah!
Ah, but then, how do we grow, Megan?