What can POSSIBLY be told about a life of ONLY 5 weeks?
In the bitter winter of 1884, an infant was usually to be seen in the arms of her fond mother, clad in a bed-gown and covered with an old thick coat and tatty shawl.
However, by St Stephen’s Day, and as the pitiful story of this infant’s death unfolded – a harsh and uncompromising light would eventually shine into the darkest crevices of York’s forgotten society.
