When she stitched this family register sampler at the age of nine, Eliza Ann Hunt had lost both her mother and her step-mother. She commemorates her father’s two marriages within three interlaced hearts: the first contains his name and birth date, the second encloses the names and birth dates of his two wives, and the third records the date of each marriage. Below the hearts are the names and birth dates of Eliza Ann and her siblings. Under the branches of a willow tree, a tomb memorializes the deaths of her mother and step-mother.
Reuben Hunt (b. 1783), one of the founders of the Second Congregational (Unitarian) Church, married Eliza Taft (b. 1788) in 1814. They had a daughter, Eliza Ann (b. 1815), and a son, Reuben (b. 1816). Eliza died in 1817, just a few weeks after giving birth to her son. Reuben was remarried two years later to Sarah Snow (b. 1785), and the couple also had two children, Sarah (b. 1820) and Martha (b. 1822). Reuben’s second marriage lasted only a few years longer than his first, and by 1823 he was again a widower.
Although she did not live to have children herself, Eliza Ann’s own life mirrored that of her mother. She died of consumption in 1845, less than three years after her 1842 marriage to Warren Tapley, an apothecary. In 1848, Tapley married Caroline Watts Smith, and the couple had four children.

“There’s nothing quite like the intensity, magic, passion, fear, perfection, naïveté, rawness and eventual heartbreak of first love. Now, nearly two years after breaking up, and having finally reached that rare point where we’ve realized that we’re probably always going to be part of each others’ lives - and that this is actually a wonderful thing - I find myself inspired to look back on our story. So, I thought it’d be cool to share some snapshots of that story in a sort of mini photo project, each week choosing a photo I’ve taken of my ex-boyfriend that captures a certain moment during our relationship. He made the most wonderful subject; I absolutely loved taking photos of him, whether they were posed or completely spontaneous. I hope you can enjoy the pictures I share, and get a sense- however vague- of our time together (and apart).

This first photo I’m submitting was taken a few months into our relationship, when we took a trip to the most beautiful city in the world together- I’m just going to call it Paris.”

Caroline Watson

A Running Joke

Another one, courtesy of junneiparis  who is awesomely dead set on keeping the muse strong. (: Probably from the same universe as “A Sneeze”, maybe. Or not. I kind of just pulled this one out of thin air.

Prompt: AU. Klaus is repeatedly proposing to Caroline at different restaurants to get free food, but when the real proposal comes, Caroline is clueless and still thinks it’s a joke.

The subject is brought up by way of a ‘silly traditions’ exchange both Caroline and Klaus participate in during the start of their courtship. It manifests at Angeleno’s, a cute little pizzeria right off of the corner of main street in Florence.

(Sure, he’d promised her Rome specifically, but how could you travel to Italy without seeing the rest of what one of the most beautiful countries has to offer?)

“They do what, exactly?”

Caroline primly sets her napkin on the table and sips her champagne, taking her time to answer Klaus’ question.

“Free meals for newly engaged couples. Not every place does it, obviously, but sometimes when a man proposes to his girlfriend in the middle of dinner, the restaurant will comp the couple as way to say congrats.”

A scoff from the thousand-year-old hybrid, who more than likely has never accepted a hand out in his entire life, as not to put him in anyone’s debt.

“I don’t believe you.”

She shrugs. “Believe what you want, but I’m telling you- When my mom and I would meet up at the Olive Garden in Roanoke in between semesters, three out of five times some guy would get on his knee, and three out of five times a check never made it to their table.”

He scoffs again, sipping from his own glass, but his lips pressed around the rim purse mirthfully. “Well, love, perhaps the management pitied the doomed couple for being so informal as to propose at an Olive Garden instead of a venue of caliber, mm?”

“Hey! Don’t knock Olive Garden! Out of all these fancy places you’ve taken me, I have yet to be continuously plied with bread sticks whenever our basket gets low.”

He doesn’t mention that the bread she is currently nibbling on was made fresh that very morning, or that the olive oil coating the dough was especially imported from a farm in Greece, where the owner wakes up early every morning and picks the pits himself. He does, however, come up with the most delicious idea that is so uncharacteristically spur-of-the-moment, it surprises even himself.

Caroline nearly chokes on her (limited) bread stick as she watches Klaus- the Klaus Mikaelson -lower himself onto a bended knee and smirk up at her. “What,” She hisses, glancing around the tiny establishment and realizing- to her horror -that people are staring. “do you think you’re doing!?”

His dimples nearly devour his face and wouldn’t you know it? Unsettling Caroline is a lot more fun than he could have ever imagined. He lowers his voice to a whisper, knowing her supernatural ears will pick up every word perfectly.

“Testing my theory out, love.”

Mortified, Caroline flushes the prettiest shade of crimson he has ever seen whilst visions of his future verbal lashing play out in his mind. “Klaus, I swear to God…”

“Caroline Forbes,” He announces out loud, conscious of everyone’s eyes on him and the baby vampire’s hand whom he now holds.

She fixes him with a wide-eyed look that satisfies their audience, (She has a degree in Drama, after all.) but he has been her partner for several years now and does not miss the faintest sparkle that threatens him with an unspoken, Don’t you do it.

“… Will you marry me?”


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