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Frances Grimes

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About Frances Grimes

  • Musician, New York Point teacher (unemployed)

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  • Role
    Supporting Character
  • Playby
    Miss Marriott
  • Full Name
    Frances Helen Grimes
  • Goes By
    Frances
  • Profession
    Trained 'New York Point' teacher and musician
  • Position
    Looking for a secure position
  • Birth Date
    07/19/1858
  • Status
    Single
  • Height
    5'7"
  • Hair Color
    Dark Chesnut Brown
  • Eye Color
    N/A

Physical Description

Frances has a graceful figure but often walks with a slight stoop, as she feels her way with her stick, but straightens when spoken to, so that people remark that she is taller than they thought. Beautiful chestnut hair and a reasonably pretty face, which is obscured by the bandage that she habitually wears over her blind eyes in preference to dark spectacles.

 

 

Traits & Characteristics

Intelligent, calm, although sometimes exasperated with her brother.

Employment

Picks up some work as a musician or anything else she can manage with her disability. Is a trained piano tuner but there is little call for that in a Western Frontier town.

Expertise

Music (plays banjo, guitar, piano by ear); New York Point reading system for the blind. 

Aliases / Nicknames

Residense(s)

Shares a small apartment above a store in Kalispell.

Kith & Kin

Older Brother Franklin Grosvenor 'Frank' Grimes

Life Events

1846: Parents Francis Patrick Grimes marries May O'Brien in Cincinnati, Ohio.

1846: Son Franklin Grosvenor  Grimes born.

1850: Francis Grimes contracts syphilis rom a local prostitute and infects his wife.

1851-57: May Grimes suffers several miscarriages due to congenital Syphilis.

1858: The couple's final child is born blind but survives.

1860:  Francis and May die within three months of each other.

1866: After being passed around extended family, a place is found for Frances at the New York Institute for the Education of the Blind at 34th Street and Ninth Avenue in Manhattan where she was taught 'New York Point' reading by its creator, William Bell Wait. 

1873: At age 15, her brother Frank turns up to 'rescue' her and 'take care of her' and takes her to Virginia City, Nevada. She spends the next 3 years looking after Frank.

1876: After losing most of their possessions in the great fire of 1875, Frank ups sticks and moves to Kalispell, Montana. Becomes involved in various dubious endeavours. Frances tries to find honest work that she can do.

 

 

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Recent Posts

  1. Frances Grimes
    Frances met Caroline Mundee now, for the first time. She could not behold the golden mop of hair, or stare into the baby blue eyes; nor could she glare jealously at the beauty of her face and figure. For Frances, meeting Caroline Mundee meant hearing her voice for the first time: and listening to the effect that she was having on James' voice!
     
    “Good morning Miss Caroline.”  James said, relieved by the arrival of a familiar face.  
     
    "Well, if it isn't...........ummm, sorry forgot yer last name...James though it was, right?" Caroline greeted the man.
     
    “Not to worry.”  He waved his free hand dismissing the fact that she’d forgotten his surname.
     
    Frances felt her heart sink. This woman sounded like... what was it? Experienced but fresh: an old head on young shoulders. Her voice was sultry, relaxed, but it's effect on James' speech was to raise his pitch of nervousness up a whole other level. She must be attractive. She bristled, involuntarily. 
     
    "You lookin' fer Arabella are ya?"
     
    Arabella? Who was she? Some other femme fatale that made James... excited?!! Luckily, Arabella had made a run for it as soon as the blind girl had appeared. 
     
    “Actually no….”  James replied, gesturing to the woman on his arm.  “I’m merely here to help Miss Frances…..  Err….  settle her late brother’s….  Um….  affairs.”
     
    "I want to settle up my brother's debts" announced the Grimes girl "I'm starting here because he never seemed to be out of the place. I understand men sometimes have something called a 'tab' at the bar. Or maybe he had gambling debts. I would need to see a signed I.O.U. of course." she said in a businesslike way. She was not afraid to use the 's word', although James Vaughn would have to do the looking for her. 
     
    "Hey, Frank Grimes owed me two dolla... THREE dollars! For services rendered" came Sally Adam's throaty voice from down the bar. Frances was starting to wonder if this saloon was something rather different! It seemed to be populated solely by females. 
     
    @Wayfarer @Preston
  2. Frances Grimes
    “Good morning to you Miss Grimes.”  James said, returning her smile as he closed the distance between them, with his long strides.
     
    "Oh, Mr Vaughn! You are here!" she smiled almost as if she was surprised to hear his voice. This was a prearranged meeting, after all. Her eyes goggled upward, as if she were searching for the sight of him in the top of her head. "How are you, this morning?" she asked, formulaically.
     
     “I am doing well, as I hope you are…. again.”  he said, his voice pitching slightly higher as he remembered her recent bout of illness.  Why was it that he always felt the fool when it came to his interactions with the fairer sex?
     
    "I am much better, thank you." she nodded. She instinctively reached out her hand toward the direction of his voice. She didn't find his voice or words foolish, she was even used to his cultured  English tones now: when he spoke, she heard beyond all of that. When he spoke: she heard the voice of a man of feeling; shy, yes; perhaps a little too diffident, too concerned with what others thought of him: but a man of feeling, a man of warm heart and kind feelings.
     
    She was a realist: she was no great catch, she knew; apart from her disability, her brother had been sure to let her know that in this far off unknown world of the sighted, she was not what was called 'pretty' - she was something called plain, and her eyes, her useless eyes, were actually repugnant and, yea, even terrifying to some.  There would never be romance for her, but she gathered and cherished what little crumbs of 'life's biggest thrill' that were sometimes scattered her way.
     
    When he was closer, he reached out a hand, touching her elbow so he could guide her to the saloon.
     
    She thrilled to the touch of his warm hand. Saloon? She would have been happy had he been leading her over a cliff. 
     
    They entered the place. She didn't understand the swing doors: that was a novelty, and one that nearly hit her in the face. Men were laughing and talking, there was a female voice, purring in someone's ear, glasses clinked, a jaunty tune was being played on a slightly out of tune piano somehow she knew that the fingers that were pounding out the sprightly "Gay As A Lark" were the same as those which had softly played sad hymns at her brother's funeral service. 
     
    As they entered, the music suddenly stopped, as did the laughter and the talking. You could have heard a pin drop. Apparently, they had "Made An Entrance"!
     
    @Preston @Wayfarer  @Nova + Anyone who wants to be in the bar.
  3. Frances Grimes
    Mature Content:  Unlikely
    With: James Vaughn, Frank Fortner & Saloon Folk
    Location: Stardust Saloon.
    When: July 1876, after Fortner has taken over the Saloon.
    Time of Day: Late Morning.
     

     
    Frances had recovered from her illness, no doubt brought on by nervous strain, in time to make her brother's funeral, at least. It had been a desultory affair: low on attendees, and even the redoubtable Reverend Thomas Reed had struggled to find much good to say about her late brother. He had been lost in the shuffle, he had obeyed the wrong commands, he was in the hands of ever-merciful God now. The Marshall and the ever solicitous Mr Vaughn had been her main supports, and someone giving freely of their services had played competently enough upon the harmonium to accompany the hymns although she could not help musing during the service, God forgive her, that she could have played it better.
     
    Still, all in all, the funeral had cost a goodly portion of the funds that the Marshall had so generously managed to garner for her from the sale of Frank's possessions. She suspected that the generous soul had even thrown in a few extra confiscated items that were nothing to do with her brother, to bump up the pot a little. She did not embarrass him by asking if that were so, for she knew him to be too modest a gentleman to admit it.
     
    And now the reckoning. She stood on the boardwalk near the saloon awaiting the arrival of Mr. Vaughn, who would accompany her into the place where Frank had died, to settle his account there. She soon recognised James' tread on the boards and turned with utmost confidence to face him. She would not admit it to herself, but she had 'dolled up' for the occasion, subconsciously wanting to look her best for him. She could only hope that the clothes and bonnet and shawl that she had chosen toned nicely together (they didn't; the dress was gaudy and the bonnet and shawl clashed horribly with it). She had also mistakenly replaced her eye bandage with some eye glasses whose translucent green lenses did not successfully shield the viewer from the disconcerting sight of her useless grey eyes rolling meaninglessly up in their sockets. 
     
    Frank's advice had always been that the bandage looked 'stupid' and the glasses made her look better, more 'normal'. That was his only bequest to her - a piece of bum advice.
     
    "Good Morning, Mr. Vaughn. I hope you are well today." she greeted him formulaically enough, smiling to show those slightly weird cleated teeth so indicative of her condition, but with maybe a little more enthusiasm than was quiet correct between a young lady and her solicitor. 
     
    @Nova
  4. Frances Grimes
    They had done all that they could do for the moment and Frances eventually stood to go, being most assiduously helped up and out and home by the eager, friendly and utterly charming (in his gauche way) Mr. James Vaughn.
     
    Unfortunately, whether by that quirk of life called coincidence, so much beloved of writers of light romantic fiction, or something she ate, Frances was quite ill for the next few days, and it was some time before she could meet up with the socially clumsy Mr. Vaughn to make the trip to various businesses frequented by her late brother, starting with the Saloon. 
     
    In that time, unbeknownst to Frances and perhaps to James (who was hardly an habitué of such places) the saloon had changed hands, into the ownership of the very man who had gunned her brother down!
     
    [OOC: I'll start a new thread for the visit to the saloon]
     
     
  5. Frances Grimes
    "Farewell Marshall, thank you again for your help... and for introducing me to Mr. Vaughn." Frances bid the helpful lawman farewell.
     
    When she joked with the Marshall regarding being weighed down with metal coins, James chuckled at her jest, stopping suddenly as something occurred to him.  “I say!”  He exclaimed, then rushed on, “Have you ever given thought to folding each kind of bill in a different way so that you can tell which is which?”  He caught his breath then, waiting to see what she or the Marshall thought of his latest idea.  If she needed his assistance in the folding, he'd be happy to help her.
     
    Back in New York most bank tellers knew to fold paper money in specific ways for the blind, Frances remembered: $1 bills unfolded; $5 bills lengthwise; $10 bills by width and $20 bills (if you were rich enough to have such things) lengthwise and then by width and, if possible, placed in a separate compartment in the afflicted person's pocket book.
     
    "Oh, that's a wonderful idea!" Frances smiled. Frankly, if he'd suggested standing on her head and singing Dixie, she would have probably responded enthusiastically. He just sounded so proud of his idea, like a puppy who has just presented a dirty old stick to its master or mistress. It felt nice, it felt good, to reward him. She hoped he wouldn't have too many great ideas in the future - well, at least, not about how to live in this sighted world as a blind person. He was welcome to have other ideas, though, about other things. More than welcome. 
     
    As she suspected, James was obvious to the fact that she was gently flirting with him, taking everything at face value, his inexperience with the fairer sex once again rearing it’s head.  He caught something of the heat that colored her cheeks, and the errant thought passed through his mind that she might be falling ill.  Not uncommon so soon after the passing of a loved one.
     
    "Mr. Vaughn. Could we start things off by visiting the saloon together. It is the one place that I am sure my brother was a regular customer. If he owes money anywhere, that will be the place." she asked in her usual forthright way. She also felt the need the face up to visiting the place where Frank had met his unfortunate, if almost predictable end. 
     
    @Nova 
  6. Frances Grimes
    “To be fair I think it’s more important that you’re used to them rather than me.”  He stopped before adding any more inane comments.
     
    Frances smiled: not so much at the words themselves, she had always been what other people termed 'blind' whatever that meant, of course she was used to it. It was just her world. It was hard to imagine what 'sighted' even meant. She knew that most other people had some extra sense that meant they didn't have to feel for things the way she did, and that they could differentiate between two things that felt and smelled and tasted the same to her: it didn't seem any great gain, expect that the world was designed for people to use this extra sense to get around and do things. 
     
    No, what made her smile was the sentiment behind James' words. He was sensitive, nervous, empathetic, he was trying to say the right thing while not knowing the right thing to say. He heart reached out to him. 
     
    James nodded, then realized what he’d just done in front of the blind woman and spoke, “I’d be delighted to assist you in any way that I can Miss Grimes.”  He hurriedly assured her. 
     
    Again, the man's essential goodness warmed her. 
     
    "I only hope I can carry all this scrap metal, Marshall!" she joked. But the more elderly voiced man was right. Oh, Frances could feel the difference between notes which looked about the same to a sighted person, the problem was the plethora of different notes issues by different banks at different times: even the National Currency was far from uniform: printed by different printers in different places, but all backed up by the Federal Reserve. It was a problem that would puzzle blind people for a long, long time.
     
    Then she felt a pang of guilt. Her brother, only a few hours dead, and here she was... flirting! The nice Mr Vaughn probably didn't realise it, he sounded rather innocent of such things, but she suspected the more experienced Mr Guyer might be observing it somehow: a flush of her cheek, the way she leant into Mr Vaughn when he spoke, a stupid, sloppy look on her face! Oh Dear! Things she couldn't always monitor and correct!
     
    @Flip @Nova
  7. Frances Grimes
    "Yes, I have one of each, both younger than me," Miriam nodded, "it can be, on occasion, a lively household."
     
    "That sounds wonderful!" Frances gushed with genuine emotion "I am so jealous!"
     
    "My uncle back in New York, he has nine children in his family. The oldest is ...oh....seventeen I think," she smiled in amusement, "Their home can be beyond lively."
     
    "Nine?!" laughed Frances "All right, that is maybe too lively a household, even for me."
     
    The conversation was drifting to a finish, and Frances felt sad about that. Miriam's companionship had made her feel warm, connected to the world of other people. Now she would climb the stairs in her dark world and be more alone than any other person in town. Even the expectation of her no good brother stumbling into their tiny rented rooms in the early hours of the morning had been some sort of company. Now even that was gone, every evening was the same: all was silent, all was still.
     
  8. Frances Grimes
    "Oh no, I can never go in that church...I'm not even exactly sure what denomination it is, Ara never said. But my parents would be absolutely furious with me going in there, even just for a listen," 
     
    "Oh, they are very devout, then! Please forgive me, Miss Kaufmann, I should never have suggested such a thing!" gasped Frances, horrified to have made such a faux pas.
     
    "I can find someone who will take you though," she added.
     
    That brought a smile back to the blind girl's face. "Oh, I can find my own way there, thank you for the offer. I am more worried that I'll get there and find them to be Baptists, and they might try to dip me." she grinned.
     
    "As for your own beliefs, I am not shocked. America is a land of freedom of religion they always say. So you are entitled to whatever beliefs you have."
     
    "Well, within reason, yes!" agreed Frances, and then returned to the other girl's family, seeing as she had brought up her parents. "So, your Mother and Father are still with us? That is wonderful. And do you have any brothers or sisters? I'm sorry, I am so nosey!" she laughed at herself.
     
    @Wayfarer
  9. Frances Grimes
    "Oh no, Ara is too young for courting. As am I too, we are almost the same age I believe," Miriam replied.
     
    Frances didn't know enough about love to know when it was 'too young' to fall into it, she only knew of the vague and strange feelings that she had started to feel lately. Maybe it was just loneliness: but she was aware that when certain men were in her presence and talking with her, she got a slightly different sensation that the just plain of old good company of other women, like Miriam. 
     
    "She was friends with a boy but he was shot dead in a gunfight. No one was arrested for it so I can only assume he was in the wrong. It was very hard on Ara though."
     
    "Oh no! How awful for her... and him" she said, her smile collapsing with genuine sorrow. Funny how the idea of a some unknown young man being gunned down, breaking his lover's heart, almost moved her to tears, whereas the memory of her own brother's death in similar circumstances a couple of weeks ago rather left her cold. 
     
    "Fortunately she likes her job....jobs....she plays piano at the local saloon and does cleaning work there too. She also plays organ at the local church, I hear she is really very good at it."
     
    "You should go and listen to her, we both should!"  Frances suggested. "They  won't try and convert you, I'm sure. I should really start going myself. I imagine the churches around here are, what? , Methodist, Presbyterian? I must admit, and I hope you won't be shocked Miss Kaufmann, I am something of a freethinker around religion, having been passed about over the years between so many different family members, of different denominations, all of whom tried to instil into me the 'one true' interpretation of the Good Book and how our Good Lord ought to be worshipped." she revealed.
     
    @Wayfarer
  10. Frances Grimes
    A burst of laughter erupted from James’ lips at the image her words conjured up.  “I do have hair, a rather dull shade of brown I’m afraid, but my head is covered with it.”  He ran his fingers through his rather shaggy mane since he hadn’t had it cut in far too long.
     
    She laughed, too. "I'm sorry. I do sometimes rather put my foot in it." That was actually literally true, as well, annoyingly.
     
    “Not like yours which has warmth and depth.  Hints of red and gold woven through it.”  James blushed, his voice trailing off awkwardly since he’d spoken without thinking.  Clearing his throat he changed the subject praying she would say nothing in response to his unexpected comments.
     
    "Really? Thank you." Frances reached up and touched her tresses, which most people would frankly describe as a boring mousy brown: that James was able to find such poetry in its hues would have buoyed her significantly, had she known it.
     
    “My pleasure.” He said, as their hands slid slowly apart so he could do what he needed for her comfort while she revealed what she wanted from him.  However, Frances soon let him know that she was no fragile china doll.

      “I’m sorry if I somehow offended you Miss Frances.”  He stammered quickly, his cheeks going red again.  “That was not my intention.”
     
    She shook her head and calmed his fears. 
     
    "Do not fret, Mr. Vaughn. That is just my way, I have been taught to speak up for myself, lest I be moved around like a piece of mindless furniture, as I was as an infant. To speak out boldly, to be heard, that was instilled in all of us at the Institute for the Education of the Blind. But enough of my infirmities, you will soon grow used to them, I hope."
     
    She then described all that needed to be done.
     
    "Perhaps, tomorrow, you could escort me around the various businesses where my brother may owe money. I imagine the Saloon should be our first port of call." she ventured. In fact, it was the one place she was pretty sure he'd have a tab. 
     
    @Nova
     

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