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I was born in a small town in Ohio on July 9, 1850. I grew up in a well
to do household with my parents Henry and Eliza Worthington. My father
inherited a cotton textile factory and my mother came from a wealthy
family. I had an older sister of two years, Margaret. I grew up a
sickly child and was a constant disappointment to my father. My sister
was the apple of my father's eye. He doted on her. My mother was, in
turn, more devoted to me. My sister and I got along fairly well in my
earlier years, and we continue to have a wonderful relationship to this
day, but I digress.
My father was called to be an officer in the Army of the Potomac in our
country's Civil War. He died on the Battlefield of Bull Run in 1861.
My mother, after grieving, sold the factory and we moved back to her
family's estates in New York State. It was during the year of 1862 that
my story starts to take shape. I was 11 at the time and my sister was
13. We had been living in our new estate for half of a year when an
incident occurred that would shape my life forever. Margaret was to
attend a social for young women where she was to put on a piano
performance. Margaret was excited about the opportunity and could not
wait for the event. The morning three days before the social, however,
Margaret had a riding accident. She was thrown from her horse and her
left arm was fractured. Mother was devastated along with Margaret. I
was equally saddened for them both. Margaret for the obvious reasons
and Mother, because she wanted so badly to impress the Social Club that
was presenting it. Mother wanted so much to become a member and
Margaret's playing would have surely impressed the members. It was that
night that my Mother and Aunt Clara came to me with a suggestion.
"Henry, (my name from my father and grandfather), might we have a word
with you?" my aunt asked me.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Son" my mother said "I need the utmost favor upon you. This will sound
quite preposterous at first, but please hear us out. I do not know how
else to put this upon you so I will just say it out. I need you to
attend the social in your sister's place. You can play the piano better
than your sister."
"I will, mother," I replied. "But will they allow a boy to attend it?
I thought it was for girls and women only."
My mother looked to my aunt and she looked back at my mother with pained
looks on their faces. My mother replied, "It is only for women and
girls. I need you..."
The shock of what my mother was suggesting finally became clear to me.
"How could I? I cannot do what you are going to ask. I would be
humiliated."
"No one is going to find out, Henry. No one there has ever met Margaret
or myself for that matter. Your aunt and I will prepare you for it. No
one will ever notice."
"What about my voice?" I answered. "I do not sound like a girl. This
will never work."
All the time I was arguing I was also secretly excited. I had a secret
that I hid from everyone. I have always fancied myself as a girl. Ever
since I could remember, I had secretly been jealous of my sister. I
wanted to be her. I would always dream about being a princess. I could
not help myself and I always hated myself for it. I tried to forget
about it, but the thoughts of myself as a woman would not stop. The
feelings continued to manifest in myself. I was arguing to save face,
but deep down the thought of going to the social as my sister was making
me lightheaded with glee. My mother must have sensed something and
thought I was really getting upset.
"That is alright, son. I will not make you do something like this. It
was foolish of us to ask this of you. I apologize," I could tell that
my mother was heartbroken. I wanted to cry. I asked:
"Could you really make me look like a girl?"
They both turned to me. "I think we could. You are your sister's size,
so fitting into her clothing should not be a problem," My mother told
me, excitement coming back to her. "You would really do this?"
"Mother, I would not forgive myself if I was the cause of your misery.
I will try, I you think I can."
"Oh Henry" She came over and gave me a hug. "I will let you buy
whatever you want if you do this."
"Thank you mother," I answered as a tear came out me also. My mother
and my aunt now got to talking as to how they were going to pull this
off. My aunt would attend in my mother's place as my chaperone, since
she had to attend to Margaret. I would not have to really say anything
to anyone. My aunt would do all the talking. They did have me practice
saying some lines, like "thank you, madam" and "I would be honored" in
as girly a voice as I could. I sounded better when I spoke softly, so
they told me to talk that way. I was then told to get a bath. I did
and was told to wrap a towel around me and come to my mother's room. I
did and my mother handed me a set of silk pantalettes of my sister's. I
hurriedly slid them on, taking in their softness. It felt exquisite.
My aunt, who had entered, handed my mother a chemise and she slid it
over my head. It was so pretty! I was in secret ecstasy as the chemise
fell to my calves. The embroidery on the hemline was quite heavenly.
My aunt tied the drawstring around my neck.
"Now this next item will not be comfortable, but it is necessary," My
mother told me as the put a corset around me. It was off-white. My
aunt then got behind me and told me to take a deep breath. I did and
she tied the corset tight against me. It was hard to breathe, but she
told me to finally breathe. It was still hard to, with the corset
restricting me.
"Are you feeling alright?" my mother asked.
"It is hard to breathe, but I will be fine," I told her. I was slowly
starting to get better acquainted with it. Next came the petticoats.
Since it was fall and cooler outside, they gave me three petticoats to
put on. They were all white and felt divine resting on my now narrow
waist. I could barely contain my delight wearing these wonderful
clothes. My mother then put the hoop skirt around me. I then put on an
absolutely beautiful white petticoat that had such pretty lace
embroidery around the hem. Then my Aunt told me to put a white shirt
with lace collars and cuffs on. My mother then told me to hold each leg
up while she put shoes on me. They were light blue in color. Then came
a dress! It was a day dress of blue and white stripes. My mother
slipped it over my head and pulled it down over the hoop skirt. My aunt
buttoned up the buttons all the way to my neck, making sure the lace
collar of the shirt was showing. I was then shown how to hold my skirts
up so I could sit without making a spectacle of myself. I mastered that
quite easily. They then put towels around my shoulders and put hair
oils in my hair and combed in down with a part in the middle. They
pined the back of my hair up into a roll and set it with a hairnet.
"Stand up and have a look" my mother said. I stood and walked to the
mirror, taking smaller steps as girls do. I was amazed at what I looked
like in the mirror. I looked like a girl. I wanted to shout with joy,
but I kept it inside. I looked to my mother and aunt. I did have a
question.
"What about..." I said pointing to my chest area.
"What about it?" my mother asked.
"I do not...have, um..."
"Oh do not worry about that. Most girls your age don't have much
either."
I was a little relieved about that.
"Now what?" I asked.
"Now you get used to wearing a dress. Just walk like we showed you.
Walk around the house. The servants have left for the day, so no one
will see you."
I did as they said. I walked around the house. As soon as I left their
sight, I let out the biggest smile. I was floating, gliding around the
house in this pretty outfit. My sister called to me from her bedroom
and I walked in. She started laughing.
"You are not a boy at all. You are just a pretty little girl," She
mocked at me. I acted like I was mad and stormed out of her room, to
her laughter. The jokes on her. I loved that she called me pretty! I
felt like a pretty princess. I wore the dress for the rest of the day
and then undressed and went to bed.
I got up and my mother dressed me as a girl again. She told me to talk
like we practiced. I kept up the ruse all morning and then it was time
to leave for the social! I was so nervous and excited. My mother gave
me a big hug and told me I would do fine and to listen to my aunt. I
told her I would as my aunt's carriage was brought to the front.
Margaret was sulking beside my mother, wearing a splint for her broken
arm. She was jealous of me! I curtsied to my mother and she clapped
with joy. The carriage driver then opened the door and held out his
hand for me! I took it as I lifted my skirts with my other hand and
stepped into the carriage. My aunt sat across from me and we left, my
heart beating fast. It was a pleasant ride that took two hours to get
to. My aunt was giving me instructions and assuring me that we would
leave as soon as we could. I just sat in silence for the most part,
trying to calm my nervousness.
We arrived in the early evening and were shown to our rooms. No one
seemed to notice me for who I really was, to my relief. My aunt told me
I was doing fine and that I needed to bathe before dinner. I did and we
got myself dressed again, this time in a deep steel blue dress with
black velvet flounces. The short sleeves had three flounces with heavy
lace on the edges of each flounce. The skirt had 5 flounces that
matched the sleeves. My hair she pinned up in full bandeaux, held by a
comb with pearls. Now I really felt like a princess! I was gliding as
we walked to the dining area. My heart was beating fast as we took our
seats that were marked for Mary Gelding (my aunt) and Margaret
Worthington, me! I sat down and we dined, thankfully no one addressed
me to talk. I nodded mostly when addressed, my aunt telling them about
me being very shy. I said a few words to one woman, and she did not
seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. All in all I had a
wonderful evening. My aunt and I then retired to our room and the
mansion. I had to wear one of my sister's nightgowns to keep up
appearances just in case of an emergency. I did not mind as I went to
sleep in a silky dream.
The day of the social had arrived and I was very nervous. My aunt
assured me that I was doing wonderful so far. I got ready for the
event. My dress was a beautiful pink tarleton gown with a double skirt.
The upper skirt being looped up with large, black velvet ribbon bows;
with the bottom skirt rounded. The sleeves barely go past the shoulder,
being made into poufs of pink tarleton. My hair was again pinned up
into a tight bun. I was given matching bracelets and then my aunt
produced a bottle. It was lavender smelling perfume straight from
Paris. It smelled heavenly as she applied some to me. She told me I
looked like an angel. I felt like one too. We walked to the main
ballroom where the social was being held. We took our seats and waited
to be called.
They called for "Miss Margaret Worthington" and I arose and went to the
piano. I sat and began playing. I seemed to enter another place, where
I forgot how I looked as I played. To say that I played great was an
understatement. I finished to great applause, and I curtsied to the
audience. I then took my seat with a happy smile, which my aunt gave
back to me; congratulating me on my performance. After the social was
over, my aunt and I went to the lady of the house to say our goodbyes.
"You are leaving so soon? You both must stay for the dance," The lady
Olivett said.
"We did not know there was a dance," my aunt said, looking nervous.
"Oh yes, the young gentlemen must meet such a fine young lady as
Margaret," she said to me sweetly. "They will definitely make a fuss
over you," I blushed and looked down, being very nervous over this
predicament. My aunt did not know what to say.
"I think we could stay for a little more. We do have to get back to
Margaret's house and see how her older sister is getting along," My aunt
told her.
"Of course, the dance is starting shortly," Lady Olivett said as the
chairs were cleared and a pianist and a violinist came in and started
playing. Then the men started to arrive. I was so nervous, clinging to
my aunt for support.
"What do I do?" I asked her.
"Just stand by me for a little while, then we will quietly take our
leave. Don't worry, everything will be fine," she told me. I stood
while the men filed in and then the dancing started. I was secretly
envious of the girls dancing. I watched them glide across the dance
floors with their men in hand. I was watching as a young man in his
early 20's approached. He was in an army officer's uniform.
"How do you do?" he said. "I am Chester Hummerfeld. A lieutenant in
the Army of the Potomac. Might I have the pleasure of your names?"
I was frozen in panic. My aunt answered him.
"I am Mary Gelding and this is my niece Margaret Worthington."
"Charmed," he said as he took my aunt's hand and gently kissed it. He
then took my hand and kissed my gloved fingers. A shiver ran down my
spine. What was I feeling? Was I excited that a man kissed my hand? I
was! I blushed and looked down.
"Of the Ohio Worthington's?" he asked me. I looked to my aunt. She
answered.
"Why yes she is."
"I served under your father. He was a brave man and a great leader. It
saddened me when he died. My sincerest apologies."
"Thank you," I said as girlish as I had practiced.
"Might I have the pleasure of this dance?" He held out his hand to me.
I was stricken with fear. I looked again to my aunt and she bent over
and whispered to me:
"You can dance. Just let him lead. It would be a great insult if you
refused." She then stood back.
I nervously took his hand and he led me to the floor. It was a waltz
playing and he took my hand in his and put his other hand gently on my
side. I put my hand on his back and we danced. I could not help but
smile as we danced. Looking down and seeing myself in this beautiful
gown, dancing with a man. I can never remember being happier. The
dance was over and he bowed to me. I curtsied back to him. He took my
hand and led me back to my aunt.
"You dance divinely," he told me.
"Thank you. As do you," I told him back.
"I do not mean to impose, but are you both just visiting?" he asked.
"No, the Worthington's have moved back here following the death of her
father. They now reside at Gelding Manor."
"Wonderful," he said. "Again, I do not mean to impose, but might I call
on you again sometime when I return from the field?"
"She would love that," my aunt said. "Now, I hate to be rude but it is
getting late and we have to return home."
"Of course, forgive me," he said. "Until we meet again." He kissed my
hand as he left. I gave my aunt a stern look.
"Do not worry yourself. He will probably forget about you after dancing
with some of these other ladies. Let us say our goodbyes and be off,"
She said to me. We went to Lady Olivett and told her we had to leave.
She wished us safe journey and told my aunt to tell my mother that she
would gladly be invited to join their group, with my aunt as well. I
curtsied to her and we left to our carriage. I was relieved to be back
in the safety of the carriage. I was also a little sad. I wish I could
have danced some more. My adventure was almost at an end.
"You look a little sad," my aunt asked me. She had a sheepish smile on
her face.
"I am fine, thank you," I said.
"You had fun doing this, did you not?" she asked me.
"Yes I did," I answered. "Please do not tell my mother or Margaret. It
was fun to pretend."
"No harm done," She answered. The drive home was pleasant. We arrived
back at our house in the early evening. My mother came out.
"You look absolutely splendid," my mother said to me.
"Please mother," I said with fake anger.
My mother was pleased to hear how well it went and how she was invited
to join the women's club. I was just going to go upstairs to change
when my mother said to me:
"One last thing, Henry. Please come to the parlor. I entered and my
mother had gotten out my father's photograph camera.
"Mother," I pleaded.
"Hush, Henry. Just one picture for memory.
"O very well," I sighed. She had me sit in a chair and my aunt fixed up
my hair. I sat and she took a picture. Then my aunt got behind the
camera and took a picture of my mother and I together. I also had to
take one of my aunt and I. I then got undressed. I felt a wave of
depression flood over me as I laid in bed that evening. My boring life
was back to normal. I cried myself to sleep.
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