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Agony in 6 Fits

Some of you probably know this and to others it will come as a complete shock but Indigo is dead. It was murdered. Or maybe it never really existed in the first place?

Fit the First: The Death of Indigo

In many of my stories, I recount the tales of famous people and how, at their core, they are still just people. What that means is that they are prone to the same failings and foibles that we are all prone to and that they are products of the time that they were born and the decisions that they made as their lives and history played out about them.

Sir Isaac Newton was born in England on Christmas Day in 1642. At this time, England had not yet switched to the new fangled Gregorian Calendar and were still using Ye Olde Julian Calendar.

His father, who was also named Isaac, passed away a few months before his birth.

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ewton was born premature and very small. His mother is quoted as saying that he would have fit in a quart mug.

With the times what they were, there were very few choices for a widow back then. And so when young Isaac was but three years old, his mother remarried a Reverend Smith. Isaac did not like his new stepfather and was put into the care of his grandmother.

Newton attended school at The King’s School located in nearby Grantham and did not perform that well at first. He was sent home when his Stepfather had passed away and his mother considered making him a farmer. The Master of King’s School, Henry Stokes, convinced her to let him return to school. Isaac finished school at the top of his class, partially inspired by revenge on a school bully.

Newton was then accepted to Trinity College. To put things in perspective for you, this was the time of tricorn hats and the end of the Bubonic Plague in England. Carts would go around each morning and collect the dead. I know it is difficult for us to imagine a plague, killing millions, running rampant across a continent. . . But I digress.