Come on Irene...

This posting is in regard to the links about Irene MacDonald (one of the children of Lewis Carroll's friend, a fellow author of children's books.) I wonder if anyone has noticed them. In the short history of this blog, "Lit Lover," the only comments that have come up were in response to posts about my (but lovely) damn cats. I should of called the thing "Cat Lover" instead of "Lit Lover."

In addition to being a model, "Princess" Irene MacDonald was a very talented young lady. Too bad her dad was a drunk. If he hadn't stumbled and hit his head after a night of hard drinking (after being expelled from the Church of England, the guy had an enormous family to support, so, I guess he had his reasons) while her mother was nervously yanking the snarls out of Irene's hair, she wouldn't have had to leave home and work as a maid in some rich old lady's house. Or have been seduced by some young cad (perhaps the old lady's son or nephew?) when she crept out to the garden one night to sniff a flower. The experience broke her heart, (and robbed her of her bride price) so she was destined to return home and live out the rest of her days as an old maid. (Which she did until she was forty). She might've never married, but then Cecil Brewer, the celebrated architect, came to a family function and found that he fancied her. Slowly, but surely, the successful Cecil got what he wanted. He even forgave her for her youthful indiscretion. It was really great, for a while. Then, one day, happy Mrs. Brewer overheard the bastard making love to some sweet young thing out in the garden...

How do I know? Well, a few facts I read in a book, but the rest of it I just know. From other sources!!

Here is another photograph Lewis Carroll took of her:

http://courses.ats.rochester.edu/zanzucchi/105E/Mac3.htm