20 September2024

Published September 18, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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The following is a repeat and if you remember it, bless you. It means you’ve been on board the FF bus for seven full years! 😀

Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

RADIUM DIAL

            “Jinny was barely growed. 1914-1934” Her lower lip quivered as she traced the dates on the headstone with a frail finger. “She earned $17.50 a week painting them glow-in-the-dark clock numbers.”

            Wind gusting across St. Columbus Cemetery chilled me. “Let’s get you home, Mrs. Abbot.”

            “Not yet. I want you to see.” She seethed and brandished a Geiger counter probe over her sister’s grave. “Jinny took sick. Strange. Her jaws done crumbled. Died like the other girls at her factory. The doctors made lame excuses. Damned liars is what they was.” The machine sputtered. “That sound like Diphtheria to you?”

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53 comments on “20 September2024

  • Hi Rochelle,

    I enjoy your trips into history. In this case the truth was a tragedy for the women who worked in those factories. I read once, that some women who painted the illuminate paint on dials used to lick the end of the small paint brush.

    Even today such exploitation exists; in the asian community in Leicester UK it has been reported in the papers that some women in garment factories are only being paid £3.00 per hour. (the UK minimum wage its over £10.00 per hour).

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    • I was doing beadwork for a tribal gift shop. I was getting paid $2.00 per necklace… they were selling for $35.00. Needless, I stopped doing it when I found that out. Highway robbery and GREED! Now, if I make a beadwork anything, I get all the money for it. Although the market tanked due to pandemic and rampant inflation. Shalom, Bear

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    • Dear James,

      It is a shocking story. It is because those girls licked the end of the paintbrush to keep it sharp that they ended up with crumbling jaws. What a horrible way to go. Exploitation is universal.

      Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • The story of the Radium girls has always shocked and bewildered me. But, I must remind myself that the knowledge we have now was not the knowledge that they had then. I do remember “glow” watches and wanting one, but Poppy refused to let me buy one. I didn’t understand why then (I was 8), but I do now. Instead, I got a plain watch with Snoopy on the face. I used that watch clear up into my late 20’s. Poignant story. Gonna be hard to better this one. Shalom, Bear

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    • Dear Bear,

      It sounds like Poppy was onto something. I would love to have a Snoopy watch today. I do have a Star of David watch with Hebrew characters. 😉 Analog to confound the younger generation. Thank you re my story.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • Rochelle, thanks for using my photo. The article you linked to is written by the author of the book named at the bottom of the article. Seeing the glassware in the museum led me to read the book. The stuff of nightmares. I call it a playbook in Evil Corporate Avoidance in Accountability. You do a potent synopsis in your story this week.

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  • I’ve been here for more than seven years, but I do not remember reading this story before. Chalk it up to old age, maybe 🙂

    How incredibly sad. I learned recently that the green dye used in Victorian times, on fabric for women’s dresses, was toxic. Beautiful color, but deadly.

    I wonder how long it took for someone–anyone–to start connecting these deaths with the paint.

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    • Linda, the painting section of the company was well aware of radium’s toxic effects, and despite warning after warning, the company presidents meticulously bought off everyone who knew the truth in order to actively keep the information from “the girls,” some as young as 11 years old. It was only when the girls, now women, decided to start filing suits, that the truth began to come out. Decades went by before any kind of justice in court, but what is justice in court when you’re being eaten alive by a bone-seeking monster in your body 😦

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  • Dear Pixie “The Purple Marionette” WTF,

    I suppose you lick the tips of your paintbrushes too. Apparently, it’ sharpened your wit instead of the bristles, but at least your jaw seems fine. You move it quite freely when ordering Jan around.

    Now get out there and collect some glow-in-the-dark DNR tags.

    Prof. Bing Bang

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    • Dear Professor Bing Bang,

      Moi? Order Jan around? I just make creatively agressive suggestions. Good brushes don’t need to be licked. 😉

      Ooh. I love glow in the dark DNR tags.

      Shalom,

      Pixie “The Purple Marionette” W(T)F

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  • Hi Rochelle.. more tragic history… this is like the Matchstick girls.
    Those poor things, no choice but to work and no one knew it would kill them… or the bosses did know and made them do it anyway. Another terrific history snapshot from you. Well told with the geiger counter.
    Laurie

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