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Antiquated Brindleton
An 1890s Decades Challenge Save File
This save has been almost a year in the making, but it's finally here! It includes a completely rebuilt Brindleton Bay inspired by historic New England towns and set in the 1890s. This save uses a light amount of historical cc and most of the packs.
Download and details under the cut:
SAVE DETAILS:
Includes:
Eight new residential lots
Seven new community lots
Six new households
Builds and households are all located in Brindleton Bay. The world is intended to be historically accurate to about 1890, though some liberties for functionality have been taken.
Builds in other worlds have been deleted. The necessary buildings, like dorms, active career lots, and the high school, have all been left in place.
Townies have been evicted, but not deleted, as I prefer EA townies to fully randomized townies.
If you’d like more period appropriate townies to add, the lovely @jewishsimming has some great historical ones to download and @cowplant-snacks has an amazing tutorial on how to manage your townies with MCCC.
REQUIREMENTS:
I have all the packs except Batuu and some of the kits. I didn’t limit myself when building. I don’t have everything listed out here, but I will be uploading all the lots and households to my gallery, so if you’d like to know specific pack usage you’ll be able to check there.
If you load in and things are replaced or missing and you think it looks obvious feel free to message me, I’m always happy to try to help you find something else that fits!
This save includes historical CC, some is included in my download in folders and some you will need to download from the creators directly. The CC required is listed and linked below, you need to download these linked pieces in ADDITION to the included cc folders.
CC To Download:
@lilis-palace
FOLKLORE Set
@s-imagination
Cottage Kitchen Stuff Pack
@happylifesims
1840s Suspenders Outfit
1900s Male Hunting Fashion
1920s Nightgown
Piteous Outfit
Sylas Fashion Set
Wilbur Outfit
@satterlly
Medieval Nightgown Della
@vroshii
Functional Tennis Set
@vampireloreskill
Antique Standing Camera
Creators Whose CC I Included:
@ameyasims (Better Than a Bush Outhouse, Victorian Swimwear)
@buzzardly28 (Multiple women’s hairs)
@chereindolente (Sacco Chore Coat, Edwardian Child Clothes)
@gilded-ghosts (Boudoir Belle, Victorian Visions, New Woman)
@jewishsimming (Off The Grid Objects, CAS items)
@linzlu (Assorted CAS and BB items)
@the-melancholy-maiden (Victorian Hair and Hat)
@nolan-sims (Potbelly Stove Set)
@pandorasimbox (Get To Church Pack, Azariah’s Sack Suit, Antique Slipper Tub, Heirloom Silhouette Portraits)
@peacemaker-ic (Simple Siding Wall Set, Luxurious Single Bedding V2)
@plumbobteasociety (Some BB and CAS items from the Cottage Garden Pack, HSL Happy Birthday Set)
@twentiethcenturysims (Langtree Hair, Historical High Chair, Quilts for Kids)
@waxesnostalgic (Sportswear Separates, Peterpan Bodysuit)
Thank you to all of these wonderful creators, your historical cc creations make this game a million times better to play and I appreciate all of you so very much.
Recommended but not required mods:
Timeless by @pandorasimbox
Default Map Replacements by Deshayan (if you’d like your map to look like mine does in the preview)
DOWNLOAD:
There are five zipped folders to download, four of which contain included cc, and one which includes the save itself.
Download the "AB_SaveFile" folder, unzip it and simply move the file inside to your saves folder inside your Sims 4 folder (where your mods folder is located).
The included cc is in four folders (to allow for easier upload/download) for build, buy, clothing, and hair. Simply download the folders, unzip them, and place them in your mods folder.
After this you should be good to load up your game and get playing, let me know if you run into any issues, I'm happy to try to troubleshoot.
SFS | Google Drive
THANK YOU:
To all my amazing testers: @epistolarysims @aheathen-conceivably @cowplant-snacks and especially @simadelics who edited my household and build descriptions.
If you use this save file, please tag me in any photos you take, I want to see them all!! This save has been my baby for so very long and I cannot wait to see what you all do with it!
@maxismatchccworld @mmoutfitters
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Anon me facts about me that you think are probably true
PLEASE
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12 and 15? 😊
12. do you actually play the game or do you just use it as a storytelling medium?
I'll admit, when I started, I did lean heavily into gameplay, but at this point, I have a separate save file where I take screenshots. I still have the original save for when I want to play, however, I don't play in there often.
15. what have been the highlights of creating your story?
It would probably be sharing it. It's always really cool for me to look at a finished post with the writing and the screenshots and think about how I made it!
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just some asks for storytelling simblrs
what’s the last screenshot you’ve taken for your story?
describe your story in three words or less
describe (insert character here) in three words or less
how did you choose the name of your story?
how do you choose your characters’ names?
how long have you been working on your story for?
whats the biggest risk you’ve taken with your story? did it pay off?
what about your story are you proud of?
what about your story are you looking to improve on?
is your story fully planned or are you still working things out? is there a definitive end?
why have you decided to tell this story? are there any messages or meanings within it?
do you actually play the game or do you just use it as a storytelling medium?
from basic planning to a finished post, how long does that take you?
do you have any regrets about your story so far? if you could go back in time, how would you fix these?
what have been the highlights of creating your story?
what about the process do you enjoy?
what about the process do you hate?
choose a song that reminds you of your story
choose a song that reminds you of (insert character here)
choose your favourite shot from your story so far
choose your least favourite shot so far
choose a favourite character from your story so far
choose your least favourite character so far
are there any characters who remind you of yourself?
what inspirations have you drawn on for your story?
have other sim stories inspired you?
what genres would you describe your story as?
if you could reproduce your story in another medium (movie, novel, comic, etc.) what would you choose and why?
what would your story’s rating be? (G, PG, M etc.)
if you were leaving simblr and had to choose another creator to continue the story for you, who would you ask?
drop some random trivia about your story
give a light spoiler
recommend another creator’s story!
editing version
#a bit bored and thinking about the murdocks#so if anyone wants to send asks feel free to! ^-^#ask game#reblog
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“You know, I think this story has gotten worse than it was before,” Fred said, reading the story with Charlie, as had become a regular routine at this point.
“No, I think it’s better,” replied Charlie, distracted from the story, and looking for all the edits Walter had made.
“I mean, can you even call this your story anymore?”
“I don’t mind, actually.”
Although the weather was freezing, more often than not, Charlie, Walter, and Fred would spend their Sundays together outside. Much to Fred’s bemusement, Charlie and Walter would drag him to the fields outside the city. Charlie would talk of how Winter is so much more beautiful in the countryside, and Walter would agree. They often brought a picnic with them, which was the main form of entertainment for Fred. Meanwhile, Charlie would be writing poetry about the scenery. It started to seem as though he’d given up hope on his short story entirely, and had moved on to something else. However, Fred knew that he and Walter were still working on the short story whenever they could.
It was on one of these picnics that Fred met Stella Gallagher. She was walking past the fields, glancing over towards them regularly, but never resting her gaze. If there had been anything to do other than eat the food, he may have simply not gone over to her, but that wasn't the case.
"Hullo," Fred blurted, not a metre away from her, "Is there anything I can help you with, madam?"
"Not exactly," she replied timidly. "I was actually admiring the snow. You'd think I'd be tired of it by now, but I suppose not."
"No, I understand what you mean. It's gorgeous." Although there wasn't a word of truth in his response, Fred didn't want to say he was tired of the snow. It didn't feel like something he'd want to get into a disagreement with her over.
"Say, do you come by here often?"
"Only every weekend, I'm afraid," said Fred, trying to look as though he loved the outdoors. "I study all the time during the week."
"Oh, that is a shame! Not the studying part, I mean."
"Relax, you're not wrong, regardless." Fred gazed into her eyes, smiling, before going red with embarrassment. "Oh, god, I've been a half-wit. May I have your name, if it's alright with you?"
She giggled, but tried to regain composure. "It's nothing to worry about. I'm Stella Gallagher."
"That's a lovely name, I'm Fred Slater."
The pair spent what felt like forever looking at each other, both too bewitched by the other to say anything. Stella eventually broke the silence. "So, where can I find you when you're not here? A school, I presume?"
"Correct, it's the one up there," he said, nodding towards Edgewater School.
"That's nice, I live down that way a bit. You could probably ask the first house you see and they'll tell you more."
Fred nodded, barely concealing how allured he was. He was so fixated on Stella that he was caught off guard when Charlie came over, and told him that they were leaving.
"Who was that?" Charlie asked, once they had truly left the fields.
"Oh, no one," Fred grinned. "But, I think I may be in love with her."
"No, we're too young for that."
"How old do you think people are when they fall in love, Charlie? Half the boys in our form talk about girls they're in love with. You'd have to be living under a rock to not notice it."
"I just haven't thought about it, to be honest."
"About love? I don't believe you. I've read your poems, and they're some of the most saccharine things I've ever seen."
"Well, believe it, then. Maybe I'm just inspired by love poetry, and my poems aren't about anyone."
Fred didn't believe it, though. His poems weren't something you could write for the sake of it. "In your arms, my heart finds peace, and love that fills my heart." wasn't something that one would write about no one, and he was certain there had to be someone Charlie was thinking of when writing them, even if Charlie himself wasn't aware of it. However, Fred resolved to remain only sceptical of the situation, and left Charlie to be.
#apologies for this being so long again. it was a mistake#simblr#the sims#the sims 4#ts4#ts4 decades challenge#decades challenge#ts4 story#ts4 historical#gen 1#ts4 legacy#Murdock legacy#Murdock 1900s#1900s#Winter 1906
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My sims game is updating, so while I wait for all the mods to be fixed, I might play some vanilla stuff :)
#also I’m coming up on 50 followers soon. I think I’ll do something for that#but I’m not sure what. I’ll decide closer to the time.#I’m still going to write for this. It’s going to be exciting to have some writing planned!#nonsims
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~ Charlie Murdock’s Secret Diary ~
January 1906
I’ve spent the past week in Henford for the Winter break, and I must say, the more time passes, the less it feels like home. I was watching Arthur feed the chickens one day, and I realised that I didn’t know the names for any of the chickens. Every time I return, the village becomes less familiar. Not only do people leave and arrive, but they change. Dottie knows more words every time (she couldn’t really speak about a year ago, but since then I’ve heard she’s been a real chatterbox), and Matilda always digs up another old herbology book from the bookshelf, more outdated than the last. Her eyes lit up like a flame when I gave her a herbology book that I’d found in a bookstore for Christmas.
It’s nice to have a break from the schoolwork when I can, too. Mother and father can hardly believe it when I tell them how much study I do each night, and for good reason. It’s strange to think that I’m more educated than them, even though they’re nearly triple my age. Of course, I can’t hold it against them, when I could never run the farm, no matter how hard I tried.
I’d decided to take a break from writing my story, and focus on some simpler, lighthearted things. I suppose Arthur and Tilda had told Dottie about how I told them stories when they were younger, because she was constantly asking for a story, until I gave in. Although the stories were childish, I hadn’t minded sharing them. It was nice to escape the real world sometimes, and eventually I developed a regular cast of favourite characters who would go on adventures. Dottie loved it.
Christmas itself wasn’t so bad, although it was nothing special, either. We exchanged presents, which made me feel sort of guilty. It felt as if I was showing off my fancy rich friends when I gave everyone fancy gifts. Although they certainly weren’t expensive compared to the gifts that Fred had bought for his family, any one of my gifts would have cost more than the sum of what I received in total. Sure, I had bought my gifts with the help of Fred, but it just felt snobbish. I do appreciate what they gave me, though. It’s better than a box of luxury chocolates, that’s for sure.
Funnily enough, I found myself thinking of Walter a lot more. Maybe it was just because he hadn’t come back to Henford for Christmas, but I kept wishing he was here with me. One would have thought that I spent more than enough time with him ever since he moved to Edgewater, however untrue it turned out to be. I hope he had a nice break, even though it was a lot shorter than mine.
I’m going back to Edgewater tomorrow, so I guess I’ll see him soon. I’ll miss my family, as usual, but the atmosphere in this house has been getting increasingly sombre, as we approach a year since John’s death. I don’t know if I could stay here much longer, to be honest.
#simblr#the sims#the sims 4#ts4#ts4 decades challenge#decades challenge#ts4 story#ts4 historical#gen 1#ts4 legacy#Murdock legacy#Murdock 1900s#1900s#Winter 1906
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After many months of hard work, Charlie’s story was finally ready. He’d spent all his spare time writing, checking, and rewriting it, until he was certain it was of excellent quality, even spending less time than he had hoped with his family over the Summer. Sometimes, when he struggled to write, he thought of how proud everyone would be. He could imagine Walter’s face when he would show him the magazine, and that alone would motivate him for the rest of the day.
A few weeks after he sent his story in, Charlie received a letter from the Fowler’s Magazine, asking him to visit when he could. It was on a Sunday afternoon in October when he made his way to their office in the downtown area. The closer he got, the more nervous he became. By the time he stood outside the door, he could feel his heart pounding. All the confidence he had vanished, and he considered turning around. No, he told himself, you’re not giving up now, not after all this time. Shaking, he opened the door.
The room he found himself in wasn’t spectacular. There was a desk with a secretary in front of a staircase in one corner, and a door with a plate with “John Fowler” on it in the other corner. Charlie walked awkwardly over to the secretary.
“What brings you here?” he asked, looking up at him.
“Mr Fowler wrote to me, sir,” Charlie replied, quietly, “Regarding my story.”
“Name?”
“Charlie– Charles Murdock, sir.”
He scanned the list, before smiling. “Ah, there you are. He’s not seeing anyone right now, you can come in.”
Inside Mr Fowler’s office, everything was immaculately kept. Charlie had expected the room to look somewhat like a disorganised library, with papers and books everywhere. Instead, drawers lined the wall, labelled with letters of the alphabet. Behind a desk sat Mr Fowler himself, reading a set of papers. “Take a seat,” he said, without so much as glancing at Charlie.
After sitting there for what felt like hours, but was more likely to be only minutes, Charlie spoke. “So, why did you want me to come here?”
“I asked you here to return your manuscript to you personally,” he said, holding the pages, “I consider it to be the John Fowler difference.”
Charlie smiled, taking back the manuscript. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was afraid of Mr Fowler. He refused to show that he was scared, though, so he decided that he was going to talk minimally to avoid taking any chances.
“Now, I’ll play it straight with you, no beating around the bush. I won’t publish that story.”
“What? Why not?” Charlie could feel his heart pounding louder, his body sinking into the chair. The story was great, this had to be a mistake. He found himself blinking back the tears welling in his eyes. Not now, damn it.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I barely made it through this story. It was boring, not to mention, such a childish perspective of death. ‘He knew that no one was there for him, and that he was truly alone’. God, he’s isolated himself, that’s why he’s alone!” Mr Fowler gestured at Charlie, “And… this, you’re hardly ten, right? It explains a lot.”
“I’m fourteen,” replied Charlie, hiding his face.
“Still, I haven’t published a story from anyone older than seventeen. You must be dreaming if you thought it was that easy.”
“What do I do, then? How do I get this published?”
“My advice? Ask a well-read person what they think. Your schoolboy friends won’t give any decent advice if they spend all their time playing sports.”
“My friend isn’t athletic.”
“Well, is he scholarly? I doubt it. Find someone who reads good stuff, not drivel, and get them to read this. They’ll tell you everything you’ve done wrong.”
The meeting didn’t carry on for much longer, and when Charlie finally left the building, he no longer held back his tears. He wasn’t upset anymore; he was mad. How could he have thought this would go well? After all, Mr Fowler was right, he was a child. He wasn’t even allowed to drink yet, why would he be some genius with words? Still, some harsh words weren’t going to stop him. Despite Mr Fowler’s criticisms, he was determined to prove him wrong and get the story published. He didn’t know anyone who was as well-read as him, but there were people he’d trust with his life. So, he found Walter’s house, and knocked on the door. When he opened the door, he couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Charlie? Are you alright?”
“Yes. Well, no. Do you want to help me revise my story?”
Even if Walter would sometimes suggest the worst ideas, Charlie didn’t care. He simply appreciated spending the rest of the day with his best friend. As he was about to leave, he heard Walter say, “Just so you know, I really love your story.” Charlie couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.
#sorry for accidentally making this post long again.#anyways time to crawl back into my hole for another month /hj#i try to write when i can#simblr#the sims 4#ts4#the sims#decades challenge#ts4 decades challenge#ts4 story#ts4 historical#gen 1#ts4 legacy#Murdock legacy#Murdock 1900s#1900s#autumn 1905
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Haha
#oopsies i accidentally wrote another 700 word post for the murdock legacy#i wouldn't be surprised if i have to cut some screenshots out at this rate#14 pictures so far and counting#nonsims
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As the ground thawed, and Spring arrived, Arthur returned to his normal amount of work on the farm. He found it more difficult than before he fell ill, but it made sense. When John died, everyone seemed to forget that he and Laura were still under the weather, and expected them to carry on like before. This wasn’t as much of a problem for Laura; she was nearly better by this point. Arthur, on the other hand, still had a way to go before a full recovery. Sometimes, it felt like he was still sick, but someone had to weed the yard, so he carried on.
Matilda had expected her parents to mourn, but she had no idea that she’d be the one who’d end up looking after Dorothy. This wasn’t to say that she didn’t like Dorothy, but Matilda didn’t want to become a second mother to the child. While she didn’t have to go to school until her period of mourning was over, she had barely any time to mourn, regardless. Much less did she have time to learn, so she wouldn’t fall behind in her class. Every day she spent away from school, she became more frantic, sometimes lashing out at her family.
Although they didn’t want her to go back to school, David and Laura felt they had no choice but to send her back. Matilda wasn’t happy with this development; she wanted to be able to go back on her own terms, but she ended up being denied even that. It turned out that she hadn’t missed that much in the classroom, which meant that everyone assumed it was fine to ask about John to her, and in gross detail.
“What happened when he died? Mama told me that you’d see his spirit either go to heaven or hell!”
“Well, he stopped breathing.”
However, the vague answers she gave, to avoid thinking about John for too long, never shooed anyone away. She might’ve been more welcoming if they said nice things to her, but any condolences were forced, and clearly on the child’s parents’ behalf.
Charlie, although on the other side of the country, found it easiest to slip back into a routine after returning to the school. His schoolwork wouldn’t wait for him, after all, and he couldn’t fall behind. He would try to talk to Fred about his feelings surrounding his brother, most of the time, in vain. He tried to explain what he was going through, but there were never quite the right words, even when they seemed perfect in his head.
“I don’t understand, Fred. I’m a bloody writer, and I can’t express myself with my damn words!”
“Well, it doesn’t matter. You’re clearly distraught, and that’s enough. I’ve heard plenty about how hard it is when someone dies–”
“I want you to know how I feel. It’s not just the sadness everyone talks about, it’s a lot of things. Too much for one conversation. It’s made me think about things I wish I’d never thought of, and feel things I hate. I hate these feelings so much, but I can’t feel anything else!”
“Well, tell me one thought, and one feeling, and we’ll call it a day.”
“Alright, then. He did everything right. There was no reason for him to die, and he still did. You have no control over when you die, and you could die tomorrow in a freak accident, and what have you even done? How people will remember you isn’t how you want to be remembered, and you just need a bit of time to get it sorted out, then it’s perfect. But that time’s never guaranteed, and that legacy too. I don’t want to die like this, Fred.”
Fred couldn’t help but stare at Charlie, agape. He wanted to say something, to help, but he was at a loss. The two sat there for what felt like hours, in silence. Eventually, he said, “I suppose you just have to start doing things, and hope you can finish them.”
It wasn’t long before Charlie thrust himself into his work. Not his schoolwork, but a story. Just a short one, to publish in the Fowler’s Magazine. It was new, it was bold, and the people would love it. It doubled as a way for him to finally express what he’d been feeling all this time. No more childish fairy-tales, it was the story of a man coping with the loss of his brother, and how the world couldn’t help but move on, dragging him behind. It was a story he shared with only Fred, who demanded every new page as it was written, and gave only the most glowing feedback. This was it, he was finally going to be a published author.
#oops this is accidentally long. i got carried away#simblr#the sims#the sims 4#ts4#ts4 decades challenge#decades challenge#ts4 story#ts4 historical#gen 1#ts4 legacy#Murdock legacy#Murdock 1900s#1900s#spring 1905#grief tw#death tw#child death tw#just to be safe
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📝 for the book ask meme!
Thank you for making this cas game, it's super fun!
📝 Create a Sim based on a poem you’ve read.
This made me realise I haven't read that many poems, but a read quite a few last year, luckily. It turns out the best one to make a sim based on was Dulce Et Decorum Est, because it was ultimately a choice between First World War cc and cc that would definitely be hard to find. I decided to make Wilfred Owen, the author and narrator (is that the right word?) of the poem. It's frankly a brilliant poem, and I adore it!
#this ask game is really making me reveal the extent of my special interest in history...#ask game#simblr ask game
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❤️ or 📚 for the CAS ask game (or both, if you’d like!).
Thank you for the ask! I decided to do both, because who am I to pass up the opportunity to make more sims?
📚 Create a sim based on a book you want to read but haven't yet.
So, I've had the sixth book in the Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children book series sitting in my room for about a year, but I haven't gotten around to reading it, because I've always accidentally read other books first 😅. I decided to make Jacob Portman, the protagonist of the series!
♥️ Create a Sim based on your favorite book genre.
Does it surprise anyone that my favourite book genre is historical fiction? It was a hard choice, actually. I ended up deciding because I am significantly more likely to read a book if there is any historical element in there. I suppose it's difficult to represent an entire genre with one sim, but I did my best!
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Book Inspired CAS Ask Meme
I’ve seen a lot of emoji ask memes for Create a Sim, and I wanted to make one based on books! I have a hundreds-of-books-long TBR list, and have been really into reading and discovering new books! So feel free to send me one of these emojis for a Sim based on the prompt (either one of the characters in the book or based on the vibes)! (If you’d like to play along, feel free to reblog as well!)
📖 : Create a Sim based on the last book you finished.
📕 : Create a Sim based on a book you’re currently reading.
📚 : Create a Sim based on a book you want to read but haven’t yet.
🤝 : Create a Sim based on a book a friend has recommended for you.
🕰 : Create a Sim based on a historical fiction book you’ve read.
♥️ : Create a Sim based on your favorite book genre.
🍭 : Create a Sim based on a book you enjoyed as a child.
☕️ : Create a Sim based on a book you’d read on a rainy day.
🦹 : Create a Sim based on a villain/antagonist in a book you’ve read.
💕 : Create a Sim based on a romantic book you’ve read.
💀 : Create a Sim based on a horror/thriller/mystery book you’ve read.
😳 : Create a Sim based on a guilty pleasure book.
✒️ : Create a Sim based on a classic book you’ve read.
📝 : Create a Sim based on a poem you’ve read.
🎬 : Create a Sim based on a book that’s been adapted into a movie.
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~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~
📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?
🍫 Cheese or chocolate?
✨ Do you have any nicknames?
🎵 Last song you listened to?
✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?
😏 Are you on discord?
💛 Do you have any piercings?
🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?
🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?
🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?
🎧 Headphones or earbuds?
🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?
🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?
🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?
🧸 Favorite place to nap?
🏳️🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?
🦋 Describe yourself in three words.
👖 Jeans or sweatpants?
🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?
🧡 A color you can’t stand?
💎 What’s your most prized possession?
☕ Coffee or tea?
🦖 Favorite extinct animal?
🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?
🌴 Desert island item?
🐸 Describe your aesthetic.
🔮 What’s your dream job?
💙 Relationship status?
🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.
🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?
🤎 What color is your hair?
💌 Do you talk to yourself?
💄 Do you wear makeup?
🌸 Best compliment you ever received?
💞 @ your favorite blog.
Reblogs are appreciated!
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Much to the despair of Laura, David, and everyone else in their family, John’s condition only worsened. Dr Mullins tried everything he could, but in vain. Everyone knew what was coming, but it didn’t hurt any less when David went into John’s room to check on him, only to find his cold body. Not two weeks away from his fifth birthday, John Murdock had passed away.
While everyone was grieving, Laura took the news especially hard. Even once she was well enough to leave her room, she stayed in there for days on end. She blamed herself for John’s death, for spreading the pneumonia to him, for not being there for him when he needed her most. David tried to comfort her, but in vain. Any time it seemed she'd made progress with her grief, it would all be undone. Forgetting the pain she felt when she first heard that he’d died felt as though she was forgetting her son altogether, and she couldn’t find it in herself to betray him like that. The more miserable she was, the more she cared. At least, that was how she saw things.
Charlie had spent his Winter break with Fred, and had only been back at Edgewater for a few days when he received the news of his brother’s passing. He hadn't expected the news, but who would? He was allowed a week out of school to grieve with his family by the headmaster, so Charlie returned home for the first time since the Summer. Most of the time, he was met with smiles and laughter upon arrival, but that wasn't the case this time. The brutality of the situation hadn’t entirely hit him until he saw their piteous faces, where it suddenly became real. He lost his brother, and he wasn’t coming back, ever. He was never that close with John, but now he was never going to be, and the very idea devastated him.
David and Laura decided to not have a service. Although they appreciated the words of sympathy, they felt that John's death was a matter left to the family, and only the family. The closest they had to a service was the afternoon the entire family went to the graveyard and mourned together. It felt strange to cry at where his gravestone would be set, when he wasn't even there; he was to be kept in the graveyard vaults until the ground thawed. Even Dorothy, who didn't fully understand what was going on, was in tears by the afternoon. No one in the family could say when they'd recover from their loss, or if they ever would, but they knew John would be truly missed.
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January 1905
Dear Carrie,
I hate to inform you that Arthur fell ill with pneumonia about a week ago, and things have only gotten worse. In all honesty, I expected Arthur to be the one to become ill first, as he doesn’t fare well when it comes to illnesses, and he was the one going out into the village weekly. I’ve been tending to him incessantly and nursing him back to health, with Matilda’s assistance. I was so worried for him, Carrie — if anything happened to him, I’d be beside myself. He’s been bedridden all week, and only now is he starting to improve. He still has a horrid cough and an exceptional amount of lethargy, but he can sit up to drink his soup, thank goodness. Dr Mullins has said that he should recover, even if it takes a while, which is a relief.
You should know I’ve been praying that despite how much time I’ve spent nursing Arthur, I didn’t want the pneumonia to leave his room. I suppose I was too optimistic, because I’ve succumbed to the illness as well. It’s a dreadful beast, I’m afraid. I first noticed something was off when I had a headache yesterday, but I didn’t chalk it up to anything. At most, I assumed it was because John and Dorothy were being particularly loud. Then, when I woke up this morning, I was too weak to leave my bed and I felt lightheaded. David has been an absolute darling, and has fed the children and fetched the doctor. He’s even writing this letter for me, because I don’t have it in me to do so. Sometimes, he’s just the sweetest!
According to the doctor, John has pneumonia as well. Everyone else is fine, but he seems to be taking it worse than both me and Arthur. The worst part is that I want to be there, looking after him, but I’m too unwell. David says I must look after myself first, but I can’t help but be worried about my children. That’s natural, isn’t it? After all, it would be more troubling if I didn’t worry at all.
In all, I’m sorry that I have no good news to report. I expect that you’ll respond with pleasant stories to cheer me up, so I have something to read while I rest up. It’s dreadfully boring, being inside all day, but I’ll have to make do, I suppose. It’s more productive for the entire family if I were to stay in bed than to get in the way while trying to help. All I can do is hope David and Matilda can look after the house on their own, which is going to be a tall order, but I have faith that they can do it. I guess I have to have faith in them, otherwise I’ll be in distress every second that I’m ill. Anyway, that’s enough complaining from me for one day.
Yours sincerely,
Laura
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January 1905
Dear Carrie,
I’m sure that by now you’ve heard of the nasty cases of pneumonia that have been going around. It doesn’t surprise me that something like this would happen, there’s been a right chill in the air all Winter, and a few days ago, it actually snowed. I don’t remember if I’ve ever seen snow here before! I’ve been feeling sorry for our village doctor, Calvin Mullins, who’s worked his fingers to the bone all season. Luckily, he’s been sent some doctors from London to help. Not so lucky that we needed extra doctors at all, but I’m sure Dr Mullins appreciates them.
I’m writing to you to tell you some frightful news regarding the outbreak. While it was affecting some people dreadfully, it hadn’t been deadly, until yesterday — I read it in the newspaper. She was the grocer’s mother, I believe. It’s no surprise; she’s over 80, and I think a gust of wind could’ve sent her to the grave. Still, I don’t think the young and strong are doing much better, I’ve heard the doctors are mostly visiting children. People were telling me I was stressed over nothing when I told Charlie to spend Christmas outside of Henford, but it seems my fears were right. He can afford to miss one Christmas so he doesn’t become ill, I believe.
Part of me was considering taking the rest of the family to a different village so we could certainly avoid the pneumonia. However, David and I decided against it, as we don’t have the money. Still, we’ve made some lifestyle changes to avoid the disease as much as possible. Everyone is barred from leaving the property unless they need to, in cases such as Arthur’s errands. The one exception is when I go into the village centre for the weekly newspaper, which isn’t necessary, but I feel it’s the best way to know whether it’s safe to loosen the restrictions. Arthur’s certainly had the most change to his routine, as he is no longer allowed to spend time with Beatrice. Matilda, on the other hand, has had barely any change to her regular schedule. This may be different when Winter break ends and she’s expected to return to school, but she’s content with reading. I’ve been encouraging her to try something new, but in vain.
In the midst of this crisis, the village has come together to help the sick. It’s common knowledge that some families have no means of income when an adult is sick, so we do what we can; we provide food, kindling, and anything else we don’t need to those who do. I personally bring some eggs and milk that David and I didn’t end up selling, but the other people involved have brought meat, bread, vegetables, and so much more. I’m sure that all these families are eating like kings, and it feels good knowing that I’ve helped feed many families in Henford.
I’ve also heard, although I can’t verify this, that the pneumonia has spread to some neighbouring villages. Nowhere near as serious as here, but I thought I should tell you, just so you know to take extra care.
Yours sincerely,
Laura
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