The past, or more specifically those bits of it we think might be important or entertaining, keeps changing. And usually, the story grows. All of us like to be accurate but also, we generally prefer to interest others if a little icing on the cake of truth will help.
J.M. Lemoine in his 1878 Chronicles of the St. Lawrence relates the changing story of a then recent tragedy which occurred at St. Albans, Quebec. The first report was in the English-speaking papers and was that one John Bishop, in a fit of jealousy, shot his wife and then himself. The French newspapers misunderstood and claimed the offender was not Mr. Bishop, but the local Bishop.
As the story was repeated it became necessary to assure the readers that the Bishop involved was a Protestant one, as, of course, a Catholic one could not have had a wife to shoot. Somehow the reports were also now amended so that the wife was expected to recover. As the story spread, it recrossed the language barrier and reached its ultimate absurdity in the Daily News. The murder suicide was reported thus; ‘In a fit of jealousy, a man killed himself and afterwards killed his wife.’ Sometimes it occurs that the past is not simply lost but simply, ‘lost in the translation’.
So is history forged.