The Ghosts of Charleston
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The flash lit the entire graveyard for one brilliant microsecond. A few days later, Harry eagerly picked up his film. The photos pleased him even though the lack of available light at 11 PM made some of the images Dark when he turned the last picture he had taken of that day, the one of the graveyard he froze. The picture clearly showed the kneeling figure of a translucent woman garbed in a flowing cloak in front of one of the headstones. Reynolds question the photo lab thinking there was a double exposure. He then sent the photograph to Kodak where the scientists verified the authenticity of the picture. They determined it had not been tampered with and then it was not a double exposure. Reynolds then turned to the task of discovering who it was that knelt in front of the stone monument of his soon to be famous picture, aided by his wife and friend with experience in genealogy. Harry slowly began to research the story. The people whose names and dates were connected to the stone marker in ST phillips yard. In time he discovered the gravestone to be that of a woman named Susan Howard Hardy. She had been the young and beautiful wife of Gatson Hardy, the secretary of the Treasury for the south Carolina railroad. The prominent couple owned a handsome home at 27 Gatson Street. Yet it was the dates of the monument that Harry found. Most startling. Susan Hardy was born on 11 December 1858 and she died on June 16, 1888 At only 29 years old. She died of peritonitis. an infection of the blood caused by complications when she was in labor Six days before she died on June 10, 1888. Susan had given birth to a stillborn child. A chill ran down his spine as Harry realized that he had snapped the photograph of Susan Hardy's ghost Exactly 99 years to the day of her baby's death. Mr Reynolds had captured an image that had burned itself onto the graveyard landscape. The result of a tremendous outpouring of emotion. The loss of a child is perhaps the greatest tragedy in human experience, 99 Summers, before he took the picture, ST phillips, clergy buried a nameless, lifeless infant that should have been Susan Hardy's child. Six days later, she joined her baby. Reynolds captured the spirit of a woman unable to recover from the magnitude of the loss of her child. Like the erosion that carves out canyons over millions of years, an avalanche of sorrow and disappointment has emblazoned her image on that spot