(Originally published in June 1st, 2010)
Lizzie Borden died 84 years ago today. She died at 8:30 pm on June 1, 1927 (a Wednesday) in her home in Fall River, MA. She had been lingering all day, surrounded by her chauffeur and two servants: Ernest Terry, Ellen Miller, and Florence Pemberton. There were others who came to the house as well.
The Reverend Cleveland from the nearby Church of Ascension – a few doors down from Central Congregational Church on Rock Street – would execute the wishes Lizzie had written out on March 31, 1919. Vida Turner would come in and be instructed to sing “My Ain’ Country”, tell no one she had been there and then leave immediately.
The reporting a few days later of Lizzie’s Will was regional front page news and appeared in many newspapers across the country recounting the horrific hatchet murders of August 4, 1892, and Lizzie’s subsequent arrest, trial and acquittal.
Probate of Lizzie’s Will.
|1st Accounting||June 24, 1927 – May 1, 1929||October 2, 1931(Fall River)|
|2nd Accounting||May 2, 1929 – Jan. 1, 1932||February 17, 1933(Taunton)|
|3rd (Substituted)Accounting||Jan.1, 1932 – Nov. 28, 1932||February 17, 1933(Taunton)|
|4th FinalAccounting||Nov. 28, 1932 – March 3, 1933||March 24, 1933(Attleboro)|
The primary reason for the long probate was Mr. Cook’s failure to include the house/property at 328 French Street known as the “Henry House” which was situated directly east of “Maplecroft”.
Mr. Cook claimed the house was his as a gift from Lizzie. However, Grace Hartley Howe and Helen Leighton, the two major legatees in Lizzie’s Will, were having none of it. They claimed fraud and the matter went to court – Probate Court – in several sessions. The testimony in those proceedings are rich in insight into Lizzie’s character as gleamed from those who testified, including Winifred F. French, who was to receive $5,000 as a bequest from Lizzie. What the witnesses on behalf of Grace & Helen had to say was insightful, but the most provacative was this:
So here we have Lizzie dying and she knows she is about to die but what is on her mind? She is remembering her promise to Ernest Terry to pay for his house repairs and tells him to write a blank check, which she signs and which he takes to the bank. She may or may not have remembered she left him and his wife money in her will, but she wanted this to be extra. A blank check – reluctantly approved by Cook, but cashed at the bank. And Cook, dear man, tried to convince Mr. Terry that that check of $2,500 was to be considered part of the $3,000 cash bequest from Lizzie. What a guy.
Ultimately the court ruled in favor of Helen & Grace and the proceeds from the sale of the property was considered a part of Lizzie’s estate. Although he was judged not guilty of fraud or had bad faith in carrying out the terms of the Will, Judge Mayhew R. Hitch of the Probate Court made Cook accountable for that $10,000 (which was the amount he had sold it for but not yet pocketed) plus interest. Cook made this right in the Final Accounting. I find it amusing that he also included the cost of services from the attorney who represented him, Arthur E. Seagrave. The court approved it. His submittal of the heating bill for the Maplecroft garage where he parked his car, however, was not approved. (Good try but too bad, Charlie).
So as she lay dying on this day 83 years ago, Lizzie Andrew Borden made no deathbed confession (and had she, I probably wouldn’t be writing this blog) but she was focused on a potential financial hardship to her faithful driver and friend, Ernest Terry. Her last documented act was to issue a blank check.
Yes, there were many acts of kindness that Lizzie Borden did throughout her life, particularly the second half of her life when she had the money to use as she wanted. We will most likely read more about them in Parallel Lives and perhaps finally see a photograph of Ernest Terry (I’ve never seen one and the book is to have well over 500 photographs – yep, you read that right).
I would like say, on this day: “Rest in peace, Lizzie Borden.”
But we all know that ain’t gonna happen.