{"id":2641,"date":"2014-08-22T02:50:25","date_gmt":"2014-08-22T02:50:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=2641"},"modified":"2014-08-23T19:08:35","modified_gmt":"2014-08-23T19:08:35","slug":"old-bag-linda-casper","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/old-bag-linda-casper\/","title":{"rendered":"The Old Bag by Linda Casper"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_2645\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2645\" style=\"width: 556px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Somewhere-Above-Sea-Level-sm.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-2645\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Somewhere-Above-Sea-Level-sm.jpg?resize=556%2C445\" alt=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" width=\"556\" height=\"445\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Somewhere-Above-Sea-Level-sm.jpg?w=1440&amp;ssl=1 1440w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Somewhere-Above-Sea-Level-sm.jpg?resize=300%2C240&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Somewhere-Above-Sea-Level-sm.jpg?resize=1024%2C819&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Somewhere-Above-Sea-Level-sm.jpg?resize=624%2C499&amp;ssl=1 624w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Somewhere-Above-Sea-Level-sm.jpg?w=1280&amp;ssl=1 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 556px) 100vw, 556px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-2645\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Somewhere Above Sea Level by Sky Black<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">The Old Bag<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Linda Casper<\/p>\n<p>The beaten-up, old leather bag of indeterminate colour looked the most interesting find so far. James brought it down from the attic and dumped it on the kitchen table for further investigation. After rummaging amongst the contents, James proclaimed it to be a doctor\u2019s bag. Catherine had her doubts. The house had belonged to her family for generations yet she could not recall any relative being a member of the medical profession. She had to agree, though, the contents did back up James\u2019 theory to some extent. Catherine set about the task more methodically. She removed each item from the bag and scrutinised it with care, giving a running commentary as she did so. \u201cGreen tin containing bandages; a ceramic pot, I can\u2019t make out the writing, with some dried up salve in it and, oh, a couple of old bottles for my collection from Veno\u2019s cough cure and Beecham\u2019s pills! Seems as if the bag did belong to a doctor.\u201d James held up some more items. \u201cLook at these old shoes. Golf shoes by the look of them and a hat.\u201d He twirled a felt beanie hat around on his finger. \u201cHe must have been a small chap from the size of these\u201d \u201cStrange how you assume a doctor must have been male,\u201d countered Catherine. \u201cIn those days doctors usually were. Anyway, why don\u2019t I take the shoes to Charles and see if he can\u2019t shed some light on them? I\u2019ll probably find him at the Club now.\u201d James was already picking up his car keys on his way out. \u201cLeaving the little woman to tidy up the mess,\u201d thought Catherine. As she picked up the hat, she had a recollection of an old photograph of a woman wearing one just like it. Rummaging among the old family albums she eventually found what she was looking for. A young woman pictured wearing a beanie hat and a striped top. She couldn\u2019t hold back a smug smile when she read the inscription on the back of the photo: Jean Turner, Stoke-on-Trent Ladies Football Team, 1910. &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.. Linda Casper hails from Yorkshire and, after a long career as a high school teacher, she has recently begun to write and has had many short stories, poems and travel articles published. Linda has a keen interest in gardening and is a judge for Yorkshire in Bloom<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The beaten-up, old leather bag of indeterminate colour looked the most interesting find so far. 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