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| A Suitcase filled with Death |
Dear Sir,
The suitcase was among the belongings of my grandfather, Frederick Hill, of Ossining, New York (a town famed as the site of Sing Sing Prison, on the Hudson River -- from which the phrase "up the river" as in being sent to jail, comes from).
When my grandfather died, I, with the rest of my family, went through his belongings, dealing with what to keep and what to throw away. My grandfather was an embalmer and funeral director by trade, first with Frank E. Campbell in New York City (where he became quite famous among those in the trade for the quality of his work, and embalmed Astors, Rockefellers, and the author Damon Runyon among others), then with his own funeral home in Rye, New York. I have always been facinated with his work, and chose to keep a number of belongings dealing with his trade, as well as a few fragments of his hobby, which was collecting antique clocks.
Among what I grabbed with an -- at first -- cursory glance was a small (about 18x10x5 inches), hard, light brown leather suitcase/satchel, which could accurately (considering both its contents and the circumstances of finding it) be called A SUITCASE FILLED WITH DEATH.
On top were some empty paper clock faces for replacement or repair on broken clocks.
Then a pile of official (blank) death certificates, which appear to date from approximately sometime in the 1940s to 1980 or so.
Then a number of small metal tools used in the embalming of bodies.
Then, the most important find. A pile of eight hard cardboard and fairly flat advertisements/promotional pieces from casket manufacturers, dating from the same time as the death certificates. These are things sent to funeral directors to encourage them to choose caskets to have amongst their stock. Some are simply pictures glued onto a hard cardboard backing, some are more elaborate (one is like a child's pop-up book -- when you pull a tab, the casket opens to show you the inside).
The interesting thing is what is on the backs of these promos. Each one has a piece of paper or some other writing surface glued to the back of it. In each case, there is an original work on the paper in pencil or ink, but none of the works appears to be in the same hand, and from vastly different periods. However, each is signed "Tulse Luper" in a hand and ink which matches none of the others, and is far clearer than any of the other printing, as if the signer were trying to take credit for the work at a much later date. In what I believe is chronological order (that is, with the dates of the caskets), the items on the back are:
As to how this wound up in my grandfather's hands. Well, he met a lot of people in his line of work, and through his hobby. He was a collector of many odd things, as I know well from sifting through them. His only connection to England, as far as I know, was when he was stationed there for a couple of years during WWII. But perhaps, somehow, he knew Tulse Luper. We will never know for sure.
There is of course, as always, the possibility of forgery. The signatures are rather blatant as identification. Perhaps someone in the IRR is misguidedly continuing in too much Luperist homage...
Yours sincerely,
Ian W. Hill
Falmouth, ME
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