When I first set out to write a new animal tale of Old New York this week, I didn’t expect to be telling the story of a Draft Riots heroine.
I originally wanted to tell a story that took place in history during the week of Thanksgiving. After discovering the following story of Elizabeth Gallagher, I thought I had found a short but sweet–and sorrowful–tale of a lonely woman and her animal companions.
But what started out as a sorrowful animal tale turned into a short history lesson and wonderful story of the true meaning of Thanksgiving. Enjoy.
