Emily’s House Is A Delightful Read And It’s Not Even About Her
Meet Emily Dickinson’s maid, her confidante, her betrayer… and the woman who saved her legacy
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all” — Emily Dickinson
Margaret Maher needed money. Not a lot of money. Just enough to buy passage on a train to California.
Sure enough all the stories about the gold rush had whispered to her brothers until they couldn’t resist any longer and off they went. She aimed to join them there, but first she needed to save the fare.
But wishing and saving are different things.
They’d fled the potato famine in Ireland and come to America. Land of opportunity, they called it. But there wasn’t much opportunity for a 27 year old unmarried woman in 1869. She was a maid. Only job she could get.
It was a hard way to save money. The pay was a pittance and the roof over her head and food in her belly was considered part of her pay.
So when a tall, wealthy fellow called Mr. Dickinson knocked on the door and offered her twice the salary to leave her…
