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Margaret Jane Abbott

Journalist ● Activist ● Dorky ● Loner


1898 - 1942


Margaret was born in Lynchburg Virginia in 1898. She was raised in a middle class family in a small brownstone in the center of town. She was close to them, and had a very good relationship with them until she decided to leave home at 20. Her parents had hoped she would get married and start a family, but that wasn’t in Margaret’s life plan, at least not then.

She made her way to New York by train. She met many new people and was introduced to the activist scene. She started hanging around flappers and was drawn to their glitz and glamour. She demanded everyone call her Margie. She fought to do things most women couldn’t. She joined a sewing circle, a club for closeted lesbian and bisexual women.

Through her friendships their she eventually she got a job for a newspaper, as a receptionist. She took calls, and wrote notes for the Chief Editor. It wasn’t enough though, and she was always struggling to find her big break.

An avid believer in the paranormal, she had been to a few seances and was familiar with Gertrude Cayce. Gertrude was the wife of a famous mystic named Edgar Cayce. She went to see him for advice. She had a few leads, mostly rumors from travellers and vagrants. She had one lead about a town far away, from a homeless man. It seemed like the ramblings of a drunken madman. She asked Edgar for his advice and he spoke to her bluntly. He told her to get out of New York and start a new life for herself.

He told her the future looked dark, and that everything she would need would be in this small nowhere town. She packed her bags the very next day, taking all her worldly possessions, her small savings, and a sizeable loan from her parents. She bought a tiny one room cottage, with a darling little garden, and she set out to investigate the town.

After moving to Arcata, she had a brief stint at the local inn. She managed to meet all the locals, and anyone travelling in, and she settled into small town life. Even after being there for nearly half a year, something still tug at her conscious. Everyone seemed normal, and treated her with such exceptional kindness. She decided that no matter what she found out she would stay here. She loved this town and it’s people.

She befriended many people, and after two years living there she realized that the elderly never aged. People who should have died, were alive and well. Confused she decided it must be something in the water keeping residents healthy and strong. Two more years and she started noticing the lack of changes in her own face. She poked and prodded looking for signs of aging. She was nearly 26 years old but still looked 22. She was scared, she couldn’t explain what was happening in this town and no one wanted to tell her. She packed a small bag and left her cottage in the care of a neighbor. She rode back to Virginia to visit her parents.

Her parents had definitely aged in the six years since she had left home. Her parents looked older, and more exhausted. She decided she would stay with them longer than she had planned. She loved her parents and wanted to care for them in any way she could. She stayed there for two years. In those years she aged normally, maybe a little faster than ordinary.

Soon she felt a pull inside of her. Like someone tied a rope around her heart, and it was pulling her back to Arcata. She kissed her parents goodbye and returned back home to her cottage by the sea. It was less than six months later that the stock market crashed. Due to her tiny paid off cottage, and her vegetable garden, she had a roof over her head and never went too hungry. She lost her desk job, and she struggled for money, doing odd jobs to make ends meat. No matter how desperately she tried, she couldn’t save up enough to go back home to visit her family. She lied awake every night, wondering if her parents were okay. If the were eating, if they were even alive.

The depression ended, but the fog over her heart remained. She had so much time to think about her life, and the way she wanted to live it. She wanted to start a new life, she wanted to be a mother. She got a job at the local hospital, doing paperwork and helping the nurses who were being shipped off to the front lines to help the war effort. She grew tobacco in her garden and shipped it off to soldiers at need, but she never forgot the women at home. She once again joined the fight for Women’s Rights, protesting the women’s right to work, and be a homemaker if she chose too.

She had been there for so many years, and had figured it out on her own before her neighbor told her the secret of this town. That no one who lived here aged. It was honestly a relief. It confirmed all the worries and doubts she had. With this confession she finally felt part of the community.

She met a kind man, a soldier on his R&R vacation. She had no attraction to him, being a lesbian, but he chased after her relentlessly, and she knew it would be her only chance to have the child she dreamed of. She finally gave in on his final night in town before he returned to Guam. They had sex, and Margie soon fell pregnant.

1943 to the present


Due to this sudden change in events, Margie decided to return home once again, to check on her family and tell them the good news. She didn’t know it would be her final time going so far away from Arcata. She told herself it would only be a quick trip, and maybe she would race right back home so she could give birth in Arcata. She thought maybe she could convince her parents to come back home with her, where they could live endlessly together forever.

One look at her family home and she found out the truth. Covered in dirt and dust and grime, it looked abandoned. She rushed through her home town, looking for anyone with answers to what happened to her parents. Someone passing by her home finally told her. Her parents had died. Her father first of bad health and old age, and then her mother of starvation, or a broken heart. Nobody really could tell her. They were buried in small plots, in the cemetery behind the local church.

Devastated, Margie rushed home, and just outside of the town’s border, she felt an intense pain. She hid away in the restroom of the train. The pain got worse and worse until she realized what was going on. Blood soaked her pants, and ran down her leg. She blacked out at the sight of it. When she came too, she felt a pressure so she pushed, as hard as she could. The baby was born blue and cold, and as she held him in her arms, they arrived in town.

Not knowing what to do, being a single woman and having a child out of wedlock, she had nowhere to turn. She wrapped the child in quilt and changed clothes. She raced home and buried the baby in her backyard, under her zinnias. She cried as she covered his little body with soil. She left carved piece of wood above his makeshift grave as a gravestone.

After his death, the soldier came home from war. He was very ill and was not fit to continue fighting at the front lines. She told him about the loss of their child, and he was her only comfort. She knew that as a lesbian there was no way she could love or live with another woman in such a small town without a scandal. He proposed and she accepted, although she didn’t love him. She sometimes felt like he knew that she didn’t truly love him, but she played the role of homemaker, and wife so very well that he couldn’t complain. They lived comfortably in town until his illness took him.

The 70’s were wild to Margie. She started going by Margo. It was during this time that gays, lesbians, and transgender people were coming out of the woodwork. People were becoming more aware. She watched the stonewall riots on TV with baited breath. She started her own local group for LGBTQ people. It was small, and the had to squeeze themselves into the living room of her tiny cottage, but it was the only place any of them really felt home.

During this time Margie applied for a job as a journalist for the local paper. This was a more progressive time and women found more roles in journalism. She started at the bottom, writing the weather reports and horoscope, but then found herself after decades as the Editor-in-chief. She prides herself on her integrity, and dedication to proper journalism. Although it was a small paper, it was her pride and joy.

Margie still lives in her cottage, and now is very obviously and openly gay to the townsfolk. She works constantly, editing the paper and teaching Journalism at the local high school.


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