Annie Chapman Born 1841, London, England

Annie Chapman Born 1841, London, England. Murdered Saturday 8 September 1888. Age 47. Body discovered 6.00am.

Oh. That hurts. I'm so hungry. and cold and I was in London and he was in Windsor … I got upset. I bumped into my brother last month. That was a surprise. None of my family speak to me anymore. I saw John's brother in Oxford Street one day and The look on his face when he saw me. His eyes. he told me about my John. Cirrhosis of the liver, He gave me two shillings. he called it.

Long gone. Long gone. I chose these flowers. I'm sorry, I'm just an old dollymop. A sad little drunken woman. Never I've not been on the streets for long. Unlike some mind me. of the girls around here. Like Amelia. Or that bloomin Eliza Cooper. Lord, she didn't half hurt I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I me last week. My eye is still bruised. hadn't left Windsor. Amelia and me talk about the old times - Amelia is my friend - Amelia and me I remember when we were in Windsor, me and my talk about the old times. About our families. John. Good times. Good times. My John was a Those left behind. Those moved on. coachman and valet for a nobleman. We had a decent life. I wonder about my little John. I wonder if he's happy in his home. I wonder about my Annie, The cards never did fall rightly for us. I married travelling through those foreign lands. late, just when I thought life wouldn't be kind to me. And we had children. Three of them. Emily And I wonder if they wonder about their old mum, Ruth was born in 1870. My oldest. Died of brain wandering through Whitechapel. fever when she was twelve. Little John was born in '81. Born a cripple. Sent him to a home. My John The warden at the lodging house shouted at me was broken up about it. earlier. He said, you can find money for your beer, but you can't find money for your bed! Which isn't He liked a pot once in a while did John. So did I. true, cause I prefer rum! Ending up in jail a few times when I had a drink too many. But gradually we realised that we But I'm not as bad as I used to be with the old rum. couldn't live with each other anymore. My John. I'm really not. But once in a while, it helps. Takes the mind off the cough. And the fever. I won't Oh, I forgot my Annie. The middle child. Caught give in to this illness. Amelia said I should go to between her big sister's illness, her brother's the casual ward cause I might have the glim, but I'm difficult birth and her parent's drinking. Ha. What not giving way. about her? Last thing I heard she was travelling abroad, in a circus. A "I must pull myself together" I said. circus! Can you believe that? "I will go out and get some money or The fates definitely dealt us a bad I shall have no lodgings." I said. hand. And I left with my head held high. My John still provided for me though, 10 shillings a week at the Post Office. So this is me. Then two years ago he missed an order. I was really really angry. I was Pulling myself together. working hard with my crochet and selling flowers, but it was Christmas Holding my head high.