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04-18-2012, 06:30 PM
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The Saving of Mrs Peacock
On January 22, 1848 the elderly Mrs Peacock sat patiently in the office of the schoolmaster and accountant James Fitzsimons. He was based at No. 15 Tarleton Street in Everton (now known as Robsart Street) and was busy preparing a return associated with the particulars of his client’s property tax. With a fine quill in hand, Mr Fitzsimons invited Mrs Peacock to finalise the deed by attaching her signature to the sheet of paper which sat on his desk. The woman heaved herself up and headed past the flickering fireplace and across the room to sign her name. The quill had no sooner touched the ink pot when Mr Fitzsimons’ son Michael called out from the hallway pointing at something in great agitation. Unbeknown to either adult the back of Mrs Peacock’s dress had caught alight and now great flames rose up behind, reaching higher than the sitting room mantelpiece. Through sheer bravery James wasted little time in throwing his arms around the terrified woman and at great personal risk attempted to subdue the flames with only his bare hands. This was a feat at which he eventually succeeded but not before his own hair and eyebrows became singed by the fire and his clothes burnt into little more than a blackened woollen patchwork. The elderly Mrs Peacock was left almost naked from the incident, but her life was saved due to the prompt procurement of a rug by another Fitzsimons family member who boldly suffocated the domestic blaze into oblivion.
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The Saving of Mrs Peacock
On January 22, 1848 the elderly Mrs Peacock sat patiently in the office of the schoolmaster and accountant James Fitzsimons. He was based at No. 15 Tarleton Street in Everton (now known as Robsart Street) and was busy preparing a return associated with the particulars of his client’s property tax. With a fine quill in hand, Mr Fitzsimons invited Mrs Peacock to finalise the deed by attaching her signature to the sheet of paper which sat on his desk. The woman heaved herself up and headed past the flickering fireplace and across the room to sign her name. The quill had no sooner touched the ink pot when Mr Fitzsimons’ son Michael called out from the hallway pointing at something in great agitation. Unbeknown to either adult the back of Mrs Peacock’s dress had caught alight and now great flames rose up behind, reaching higher than the sitting room mantelpiece. Through sheer bravery James wasted little time in throwing his arms around the terrified woman and at great personal risk attempted to subdue the flames with only his bare hands. This was a feat at which he eventually succeeded but not before his own hair and eyebrows became singed by the fire and his clothes burnt into little more than a blackened woollen patchwork. The elderly Mrs Peacock was left almost naked from the incident, but her life was saved due to the prompt procurement of a rug by another Fitzsimons family member who boldly suffocated the domestic blaze into oblivion.
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