Mary Hardy Fair Wells, my husband's grandmother. In the twenties
Well,
I'm taking a break from the first draft of Threshold Girl, my story
about Flora Nicholson in 1911, and the best way to do that is NOT to
start working on Edith's story, because that only serves to give me more
ideas for Flo's story.
So, I've turned my attention to Milk and
Water....and the more I look into it, the more I see a TERRIFIC story
here, in the style of a BBC Radio 4 Afternoon Play. (I wonder if Alison
Hindell is still the head of BBC Radio 4 Drama? Or is it Caroline
Raphael? She was a Commissioning Editor...No, I checked, it is Jeremy
Howe. But I'm not sure if they take Canadian submissions: their mandate
is to promote UK playwrights. And the CBC has NOTHING.)
The
Montreal typhoid epidemic of 1927 was truly an historic event, one that
changed the way the city of Montreal dealt with public health. It was a
huge story elsewhere, too, which was very bad for Montreal's public
image, especially when it came to the US. Montreal was a favorite
vacation spot for Americans.
That is a pre-requisite for a story
like mine.... I have to bring to light an historic event that has
relevance today, and, BOY, does it have relevance, considering that the
world's fresh water supply is dwindling, big time. And considering all
the nonsense relating to Green Marketing. All the bait and switch. My
husband's grandfather Thomas Wells, used all the modern advertising (see
fear) techniques to sell his bottled water, never quite saying the truth, and never quite lying.
And,
of course, The Prince of Wales really did visit Montreal in 1927 and he
really did like partying with Mayor Mederic Martin, my grandfather's
boss. So that helps too.
And, I just found out, my grandfather
really was directly involved with the Montreal water problem. I knew, as
Director of City Services, this was likely to be the case, but I had no
hard proof.
My grandfather, Jules Crepeau, was somehow forced to
be a member of the Montreal Improvement League and I have a newspaper
report where that group brings in 'an expert' to explain how Montreal
water was purer than pure.
So, here, I have my Roman Catholic
French Canadian grandfather having to work with those Presbyterian and
Methodist do-gooder types. I can think of sooooo many good lines
already.
I also want a reason to juxtapose the images of May
Hardy Fair and my grandmother. My grandmother was the ideal woman of the
1900's and May was the ideal woman of the 1920's.
And since May
was a bossy loudmouth American with a tall pencil thin body that she
used to good effect showing off the latest 20's styles, I have to get a
funny line in there somewhere...that brings to mind Mrs. Simpson.