Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Time out of Place..

A still from a film of Moscow in 1908 off Youtube. It was hard to catch this horse as it went by in a second. Amazing stuff now available for all to see. Imagine had there been film in 1800 or 1700 or earlier. Well, if there had been film, it the course of history would be changed, as 'technology' changes us.

Still, while Flo, perhaps, was sitting on the Tighsolas porch in 1908 this horse, I want to call in a troika, but it's just one animal, was trotting through Moscow.

So, I'm going to get on this editing business, for by first rough draft of Chapter One of Flo in the City, my novel about a girl coming of age in the 1910 era, based on the real life letters of, but frankly, I'm tired. More than that, my eyes are tired. I've had a hectic week (life!) dealing with banks and government in the age of endless telephone menus and departments that call themselves "Customer Care" but should be called "Customer We Don't Care.. Not a whit except about getting our money." The conversations are always monitored, but I suspect it's to make sure the agents don't exhibit any human feeling or plain common sense. It's as if they have been absorbed by the Borg Collective.

I watched the 3rd installment of Musee Eden on Radio Canada, on the TV, and it was quite gruesome, and graphic nakedness too that is soooo Radio Canada. And that Eric Bruneau is looking more and more like Colin Firth, each episode. (Nice!) But I was watching to see if the two sisters, installed in rooms over the wax museum they inherited in old Montreal, had a maid. It seems not. The episode had a couple of scenes in their home.

You see, in 1910, women weren't allowed to live alone (well, it was considered unseemly) but they also couldn't live alone because it was impossible to run a house back then and have a life. It's not like they had microwavable meals and permanent press clothing!

I know for a FACT because the Nicholson sisters in 1913 took the bold step of taking a flat, with two other teachers, and it turned out badly. One, they had to promise that their mother was coming to live with them to get the place, and two, they had to give up the apartment because it was too much of a mess. Terrific story, really!

I mean this was VERY bold of them. I remember, in the sixties, a group of nurses lived in a duplex near us and how people, well, my father, assumed they were wild women.

I do like the costumes in the show: they look exactly like home-made clothes, the kind the Nicholson's wore.

Again, the prostitutes are a little over the top, cliche.

Prostitutes were often very young and often just working girls, in the real sense. They worked in factories, or shops, but couldn't make enough to live on. Maybe that's why they decided to give teachers decent salaries!!