Background
Isabella Ford was born 23 May 1855 in Headingley, Leeds, in the north of England. Her mother was a cousin of abolitionist Elizabeth Pease Nichol. Her father was a solicitor who ran a local night-school for mill-girls.
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I could hear footsteps on the old wooden staircase, one of the steps in particular made some noise. I held my breath to listen better. I could hear the footsteps coming closer, and my door creaked as it opened slowly. My heartbeat increased rapidly, and quickly I pulled the blanket over my head to hide, still holding my breath. “Are you sleeping?” My father asked, stepping inside my room... Catherine had no idea what her husband was doing to their daughter. How Gordon would sneak up to Ciara´s room in the middle of the night and how he played revolting games with her, games that became worse the more Ciara grew up. Struggling throughout her childhood and growing up in a harsh, cruel and surreal environment with no one to guide her, Ciara found herself in one extreme situation after another eventually giving up the hope of ever finding true love and freedom. THE COMPLETE SERIES NOW IN THIS SPECIAL EDITION Editorial note: - This heartbreaking and sometimes gut-wrenching true story really pulls at the reader’s emotions and it proves to be a truly remarkable piece of writing that will stay with the reader long after the last page has been turned. -
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I begged Jack to stop but he wouldn't listen. He tore the dress from my body and pressed me up against the wall where he raped me. The drugs running through my veins had confused my troubled mind but I struggled with the fact that Jack had killed someone in cold blood right in front of my eyes. And he had reassured me that he would do it again if someone would ever lay a finger on me. I sought to escape the prison I was in but Jack would never let me go, not alive. Editorial Note: This edition, the second one in the series, proves to be a dark and thrilling sequel.
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(I could hear footsteps on the old wooden staircase, one o...)
I could hear footsteps on the old wooden staircase, one of the steps in particular made some noise. I held my breath to listen better. I could hear the footsteps coming closer, and my door creaked as it opened slowly. My heartbeat increased rapidly, and quickly I pulled the blanket over my head to hide, still holding my breath. "Are you sleeping?" My father asked, stepping inside my room. . . Catherine had no idea what her husband was doing to their daughter. How Gordon would sneak up to Ciara´s room in the middle of the night and how he played revolting games with her, games that became worse the more Ciara grew up. The Complete Series Now In This Special Edition. Editorial note: - This heartbreaking and sometimes gut-wrenching true story really pulls at the reader's emotions and it proves to be a truly remarkable piece of writing that will stay with the reader long after the last page has been turned. -
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(I could hear footsteps on the old wooden staircase, one o...)
I could hear footsteps on the old wooden staircase, one of the steps in particular made some noise. I held my breath to listen better. I could hear the footsteps coming closer, and my door creaked as it opened slowly. My heartbeat increased rapidly, and quickly I pulled the blanket over my head to hide, still holding my breath. "Are you sleeping? " My Father asked, stepping inside my room. . . Catherine had no idea what her husband was doing to their daughter. How Gordon would sneak up to Ciara*s room in the middle of the night and how he played revolting games with her, games that became worse the more Ciara grew up.
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(I begged Jack to stop but he wouldn't listen. He tore the...)
I begged Jack to stop but he wouldn't listen. He tore the dress from my body and pressed me up against the wall where he raped me. The drugs running through my veins had confused my troubled mind but I struggled with the fact that Jack had killed someone in cold blood, right in front of my eyes. And he had reassured me that he would do it again if someone would ever lay a finger on me. I sought to escape the prison I was in but Jack would never let me go, not alive.
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(I could hear footsteps on the old wooden staircase, one o...)
I could hear footsteps on the old wooden staircase, one of the steps in particular made some noise. I held my breath to listen better. I could hear the footsteps coming closer, and my door creaked as it opened slowly. My heartbeat increased rapidly, and quickly I pulled the blanket over my head to hide, still holding my breath. "Are you sleeping? " My father asked, stepping inside my room. . . Catherine had no idea what her husband was doing to their daughter. How Gordon would sneak up to Ciara´s room in the middle of the night and how he played revolting games with her, games that became worse the more Ciara grew up. Editorial note: This heartbreaking and sometimes gut-wrenching true story really pulls at the reader's emotions and it proves to be a truly remarkable piece of writing that will stay with the reader long after the last page has been turned.
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Isabella Ford was born 23 May 1855 in Headingley, Leeds, in the north of England. Her mother was a cousin of abolitionist Elizabeth Pease Nichol. Her father was a solicitor who ran a local night-school for mill-girls.
After becoming concerned with the rights of female mill workers at an early age, Ford became involved with trade union organisation in the 1880s. When she was 16, she began teaching at her father"s school. In the 1880s, Ford became involved with trade unions.
She worked with tailoresses who were campaigning for better working conditions.
She helped them to form a trade union and was involved when they went on strike in 1889. In 1890-1891, she marched with workers from Manningham Mills in Bradford.
She helped found the Leeds Independent Labour Party (ILP) and was president of the Leeds Tailoresses" Union. She wrote many pamphlets, as well as a column in the Leeds Forward.
In 1895 she was elected parish councillor for Adel cum Eccup in Leeds.
In the 1900s, Ford increased her focus on her work for the ILP, and was elected to the national administrative council. In 1903 she spoke at the annual conference of the Labour Representation Committee (later the British Labour Party), and was the first woman to do southern Following a 1904 debate with future politician Margaret Bondfield, Sylvia Pankhurst described Ford as "a plain, middle-aged woman, with red face and turban hat crushed down upon her straight hair, whose nature yet seemed to medical . kindlier and more profound than that of her younger antagonist".
Personal life
Ford formed friendships with Labour politician Philip Snowden, socialist writer Edward Carpenter, poet Walt Whitman, Josephine Butler, Millicent Fawcett and Olive Schreiner.
Isabella Ford died 14 July 1924.
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(I could hear footsteps on the old wooden staircase, one o...)
(I could hear footsteps on the old wooden staircase, one o...)
(I could hear footsteps on the old wooden staircase, one o...)
(I begged Jack to stop but he wouldn't listen. He tore the...)
(I begged Jack to stop but he wouldn't listen. He tore the...)
She became a public speaker and wrote pamphlets on issues related to socialism, feminism and worker"s rights. Her concerns were trade union organisation, socialism and female suffrage. She overcame a natural shyness to become an experienced public speaker, speaking at many meetings related to socialism, workers" rights and women"s emancipation.
She became more involved in the national women"s suffrage movement, but felt that feminism and the labour movement were equally important.
A member of the national administrative council of the Independent Labour Party, she was the first woman to speak at a Labour Representation Committee (which became the British Labour Party) conference. As a result of her involvement, she was elected a life member of the Leeds Trades and Labour Council.