Okay, probably not. But this is what happens when I’m left to my own devices. I make weird connections. (Exploration is a poor category for this. We need a ‘completely off base tinfoil hat theory’ category.)
I just discovered Eliza Fletcher, a travel writer and autobiographer from the 1800’s. Fletcher was her married name. Her maiden name was Eliza Dawson.
Interestingly enough you can read part of her autobiography in an 1875 publication called…The Athenaeum. Now there’s a familiar name as well.
“Fletcher’s Autobiography, of which a few copies had been printed for private circulation, 8vo, Carlisle, 1874, was published at Edinburgh the following year under the editorship of her surviving child, the widow of Sir John Richardson, the Arctic explorer.”
“Mrs. Fletcher died at Edinburgh on 5 February 1858”
“‘Four volumes of the “Spectator” constituted the whole school library.’”
“Miss Dawson had a profound admiration for the poet William Mason”
this is the aforementioned photo. You could say this is only the tip of the iceberg. HAHAH… yea, not funny.
