MarieC,
It is a sad story and my cousin doesn't want to claim her as ours because she wants someone with a bit of a happier life. Apparently, she was born out of wedlock in Staffordshire, no father in sight. We find her on the 1871 census living with a family that has ties to her, but we aren't sure. One possible tie is that one man who might actually be her father married a daughter in the family. They also might have come from the same part of Ireland as her mother. Very marginal exististence, her mother living in various homes as a servant. They lived in a very poor area and rumors here and there of one or another living with them going before the magistrate. Then she is in the 1881 census, working as a servant. She and my gg grandfather, who was a little older than her, come to America and get married in New Jersey. They have two children within five years of coming to America. When she is 24 she is pregnant again. Here it gets a little confusing, but according to her death cert, she didn't die from childbirth as we thought, but an infection after childbirth. And we don't know what happened to the children. I say children, as my mother and a great aunt insist they heard it was twins, but don't remember how they know that. Not only do they say it was twins, but they say fraternal, and the only way they really would have known that back then was if they were boy and girl. My cousin and I think that maybe those babies were put in an orphanage or given to another family. Another family rumor was that the "nice ladies" of the church told my gg grandfather he couldn't raise his kids on his own and should put them in an orphanage. He got to the steps of the orphanage and couldn't do it. This is a time period of 1864 to 1888.
I think it so sad that never did this poor woman catch a break. I like to think that maybe for the few years she was with my gg grandfather, she was happy and life got a little easier. My gg grandfather died in 1943, and he never remarried.
I guess there are sadder stories out there, but ... sometimes you just want someone to catch a break, and she never does. Had she lived, she would have had a good life, but I guess sometimes it's not meant to be.
So that's my story. I have spent years searching for this poor woman. And I am happy to claim her.
Kathleen