Forensic Pathology in the 19th and Early 20th Centuries

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Mourning practices were an art form in the 19th and early 20th centuries. When I did research on mourning for my Gilded Age family saga, the Waxwood Series, back in 2022, I found no shortage of information. People during these eras had a fascination with death that is almost the antithesis of how we approach death in the 21st century. 

However, when I started doing research on the more technical and scientific aspects of dealing with the dead for my Grave Sisters Mysteries series, the information was surprisingly lacking or difficult to find. As Deborah Blum emphasized in this TED-ED video, in our CSI-friendly era, crime investigation relies heavily on picking apart the corpse (both physically and emotionally). But 19th and early 20th century crime investigation focused much more on clues, witnesses, and suspects, and less on the victim’s body. 

In the 19th and early 20th century, you couldn’t even say American forensic pathology was in its infancy. More like it was in the womb. The role of medical examiner was pretty ad hoc and didn’t officially exist in many places until the 1930s. In addition, many medical examiners were not trained specifically in pathology, consisting mostly of local doctors who were good at treating the living but had little experience with examining the dead. Both my Adele Gossling Mysteries and Grave Sisters Mysteries feature this type of medical examiner, though both doctors have enough experience to know what they’re doing. In contrast, in the latter series, Helena Wright (the middle Grave sister), is the mortician of the family funeral home, and her training provides her with more in-depth knowledge of pathology (something the medical examiner resents!)

Medical examiners and pathologists were, like policemen and mayors, government-appointed, and as such, subject to the kind of corruption that ran rampant in the 19th and early 20th centuries (until the Progressive movement called for reforms). They could be bribed to cover up evidence for various reasons. Maybe the victim was a well-respected citizen, and the pathology brought up something that pointed toward a less-than-stellar life the influential family didn’t want made public (like certain diseases). Or maybe the examination of the victim showed foul play that would require important people to be involved in the case, who didn’t want to be involved. The examination might even implicate someone important to the town in a dastardly crime, so evidence needed to be covered up or distorted. I’m reading a true crime book right now about the death of a woman in the early 20th century, where the writers surmise this is exactly what happened.

Photo credit: Leather doctor’s bag and its contents dated between 1890 and 1930, Wellcome Collection Gallery: Fae/Wikimedia Commons/CC BY 4.0

Thankfully, things started to change in the 1920s. Law enforcement began to take forensic experts and medical examiners more seriously and saw them as a vital part of the investigation rather than just part of their standard procedure. One example that changed the way the New York police thought about forensic pathology happened in 1923. A housewife living in one of the tenement buildings in the city was found dead in her apartment. At first, the case seemed cut and dried – accidental death by poisoning from a gas oven (not an uncommon thing in the early 20th century, as gas was the main source of power in tenements). However, because of reforms going on in the city at the time, the coroner was also a trained medical man and was able to determine that death had not occurred due to carbon monoxide poisoning (interestingly, based on the color of the dead woman’s skin) and in fact had been strangled (as there were marks on her neck). Later, it was discovered her husband had indeed strangled her (for the insurance money) and had tried to stage the murder to look like an accident, which the authorities almost bought. 

Pathology plays a role not only in my Grave Sisters Mysteries (as I discussed above), but in Book 3 of my Adele Gossling Mysteries. A doctor is asked to write out a new death certificate because what looked like an accident proves to be anything but. It was possible to retract the death certificate if further examination suggested otherwise. This is what starts off the investigation into Thea Marsh’s death in the book.

Death At Will has been chosen by Barnes & Noble as a favorite reading year pick! To celebrate, I’ve discounted the book to $2.99. You can grab it here. And did you know Book 1 of the series, The Carnation Murder, is free? If you haven’t yet gotten into this series, you can start now by getting your copy of the first book for free here

And if you want to see some more fascinating early 20th century pathology at work (without the gore!), check out my Grave Sisters Mysteries! Book 2 of the series was just released last November and is on Barnes & Noble’s Top Indie Favorites list for this month. The book is still at a nice discount of $3.99, so you can get The Missing Witness now.

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Release Day for The Missing Witness!

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Title: The Missing Witness

Series:Series: Grave Sisters Mysteries: Book 2

Author: Tam May

Genres: Historical Cozy Mystery

Release Date: November 22, 2025

“It is an entertaining read.” — early Goodreads reviewer

In small towns like Gyver, WWI veterans don’t have it easy. In a nation just emerging from an economic depression, jobs are few and far between. Disability and shell shock are real, and battle fatigue is taking its toll on their bodies and souls.

Three years after the end of the war, Violet Grave’s friend, Hank Convoy, is one of these vets struggling to survive. With a grandmother and a disabled sister to support, he takes whatever odd jobs he can get. But like Violet, he’s a product of Jazz Age youth culture, so most of what he earns goes toward cards and bootleg liquor.

To add to his troubles, he’s arrested on suspicion of murdering an army buddy found in the alleyway near his house.

Violet begs her older sisters, Eve and Helena, to help prove Hank killed out of self-defense and not cold-blooded murder.

Will the sisters solve this confusing case based on cigar ash, a missing revolver, and some missing jewelry? And what about the witness who left the marks of a strange pair of shoes in the dirt the night it happened?

You can get your copy of the book at a special promotional price at the following online retailers.


Excerpt

Oliver persuaded Sheriff Warner to go down to Browly’s Diner for some sandwiches and coffee. He then coaxed Hank into eating. The food and coffee revived the young man a little. 

But in spite of the district attorney’s compassion for the distraught young man, he didn’t forget he had an obligation to the county to do his duty. He felt the search for Wild Bill’s killer was over. And he was right. 

When he and Sheriff Warner had settled into the room the police used for questioning suspects, the first words out of Hank’s mouth were, “I killed Wild Bill.”

“God Almighty, we figured that out a long time ago,” scoffed the sheriff.

“I’ll take over the questioning, Sheriff,” Oliver said in a rough tone. “Get your notebook ready, as we want to take all of this down.”

“Yes, sir,” The sheriff pulled out his notepad and pencil and straddled a chair across from Hank. “I’ll take it down myself.”

“You can take this down, Sheriff,” Hank said in a firm tone. “I had to kill Wild Bill to defend myself.”

Oliver heard the lawman mumble, “They all say that.”

“So you weren’t in Litt last night,” Oliver said. “And you didn’t get that wound from a bar fight.”

“I shouldn’t have lied,” said Hank. “I panicked.”

Oliver patted the young man’s arm. “Listen, son, do you want someone here with you?”

“I can’t afford a lawyer.” Hank suddenly broke down, hiding his face with both hands.

“I didn’t mean a lawyer,” Oliver said gently. “I meant a family member.”

“No one was home when we knocked on the door earlier this morning,” Sheriff Warner reminded him.

Hank stared at him. “What do you mean, no one was home?”

“No one answered,” he said.

The young man blinked. “Ellie’s always home unless she’s with Sarah Anthony.”

“She wasn’t with the Anthonys,” the sheriff said.

“You don’t understand.” He turned to Oliver. “Ellie’s blind, and she can’t walk well. Even if Granny was out, she wouldn’t leave her alone.”

“If she was home, she wasn’t answering the door,” Sheriff Warner said.

“Maybe Granny came back from the Solarises’ and took Ellie somewhere when she saw I wasn’t there,” Hank lamented. 

“We can send someone to the Solarises’ to get them,” Oliver offered.

“It’s just as well they aren’t here.” Hank shook his head. “It would only upset Ellie.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t need anyone here. I want to tell what happened. It’s eating me up inside.”

“Start from the beginning,” Oliver said.


About the Author

Writing has been Tam May’s voice since the age of fourteen. She writes stories set in the past featuring sassy but sensitive women characters. Tam is the author of the Adele Gossling Mysteries, which takes place in the early 20th century and features suffragist and epistolary expert Adele Gossling whose talent for solving crimes doesn’t sit well with her town’s conventional ideas about women. She also has a new series, the Grave Sisters Mysteries, about three sisters who own a funeral home and help the county D.A. solve crimes in a 1920s small California town, set to release in 2025. In addition, she has written historical fiction about women breaking loose from the social and psychological expectations of their era. Although Tam left her heart in San Francisco, she lives in the Midwest because it’s cheaper. When she’s not writing, she’s devouring everything classic (books, films, art, music), concocting yummy plant-based dishes, and exploring her riverside town.


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Release Day for The Case of the Washed-Up Corpse!

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Title: The Case of the Washed-Up Corpse

Series: Grave Sisters Mysteries: Book 1

Author: Tam May

Genres: Historical Cozy Mystery

Release Date: April 26, 2025

New series!

Chosen for the Barnes & Noble Top Indie Favorite list!

It’s 1921, and Americans are still reeling from the effects of World War I. In Gyver, CA, on the California/Nevada border, three sisters own the only funeral home in town. The eldest, Eve, takes care of the administration and accounting. Middle sister Helena uses her scientific and medical knowledge for the more hands-on side of the business. Eighteen-year-old Violet, the youngest, skirts the edge of a flapper lifestyle, preferring parties and jazz to funeral services and burials.

Then, Gyver County’s newly appointed district attorney asks for their assistance in identifying the body of a young woman found along a remote part of the river. At first, the police think it’s suicide. Only it isn’t — it’s murder!

As far as the sisters are concerned, murder is police business. Their business is to see that the dead are laid to rest. But District Attorney Oliver Clarke needs their help, and they can’t say no.

What follows is a twisted tale with only a few clues to help untangle it: a missing engagement ring, a piece of rope, and a torn lapel.

Will Eve and her sisters succeed in bringing justice to a dead, innocent young woman?

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Excerpt

“Would you like some coffee, Oliver?” Helena rose. “I’m sure Agnes still has the pot going.”

“That’s mighty nice of you,” he said. “But this isn’t exactly a social call.”

She glanced at her sister. “Don’t tell me you need our services at this time of night.”

“Death, like birth, waits for no one.” Eve brushed the last cake crumbs from dessert off her lap. “A good thing we filled the hearse with gas this afternoon.”

“It’s not quite that kind of service.” Oliver’s dark eyes grew serious. “I need a different kind of help. A woman was found dead, and we don’t know who she is.”

“Who’s ‘we’?” Helena asked. 

“Me and the sheriff, of course,” he said. “And the county coroner. We’ve sent for Dr. Myers, but he’s a little difficult to locate at the moment.”

“All county men,” Eve murmured. “That means —”

“The woman did not die of natural causes,” Helena finished.

“We don’t know that yet,” he said. “We just got down there.”

“Down where?” Eve asked.

“The river.” He paused a moment. “Her body was washed up in the grass.”

“How horrible!” She shuddered.

“No more horrible than what we see,” her sister argued.

“You both know everybody in town,” Oliver said. 

“We ought to,” Eve said. “Graves have been here since the town was built.”

“I thought you might know who she is.”

“You want us to look at the dead body?” Eve pressed her hands together.

Helena glanced at her. “It’s our business, isn’t it?”

“I’d like you to do more than that,” said Oliver. “You’re a doctor, aren’t you, Helena?” He glanced at her.

“I studied medicine, but they wouldn’t let me get a license.” A note of bitterness lingered in her voice. 

“You have the knowledge and the training,” he insisted. “It looks as if it’s going to take a while before Dr. Myers gets there for the official ruling.”

“It’s that serious?” Eve asked.

“It is for me,” he said softly.

“Your first murder case in Gyver,” Helena remarked.

“Murder, like birth and death, waits for no one,” he said with a little irony. 

Eve rose. “We’d better get our coats, then.”

“It won’t be pleasant, I’m afraid.” He helped Eve with hers. “She’s been in the water for some time. That much we do know.”

“As Helena said, Oliver, death is our business,” Eve assured him.

“Agnes!” Helena called. “We’re going out with the district attorney.”

The housekeeper came out of the kitchen, a dish towel in one hand and the cake platter, washed and dripping, in the other. “What’re you wanting to do that for?”

“Because he asked us to,” Eve snapped.

“I think we ought to take the hearse,” Helena said. “We might need it.”

“You can follow me in my car.” Oliver put on his hat. 

“What’re you bothering these girls for?” Agnes glared at the man. “Ain’t you got the whole police station and courthouse at your beck and call? Zak never bothered anybody in town at this time of night.”

“I won’t keep them out long, Mrs. Bishop,” he promised.

“Shouldn’t be keeping them out at all,” the woman grumbled. “They need their beauty sleep.” 

“You must excuse Agnes,” Helena said. “She still thinks of us as her little goslings.”

“Ain’t these girls got enough on their minds without being bothered by district attorneys?” 

“Don’t be inhospitable, Agnes,” Eve said.

“I swear to have them back before ten, ma’am.” Oliver bowed.

“If Vi comes home before we do, make sure she gets to bed,” Eve instructed.

“She won’t be back before midnight, that wild kitten,” the woman snorted.

“I’ll tell the sheriff to send a deputy after her if she’s not back by the time we are,” Oliver said.

“Thank you.” Eve’s breath eased.


About the Author

Writing has been Tam May’s voice since the age of fourteen. She writes stories set in the past featuring sassy, sensitive women characters. Tam is the author of the Adele Gossling Mysteries, which takes place in the early 20th century and features suffragist and epistolary expert Adele Gossling whose talent for solving crimes doesn’t sit well with her town’s conventional ideas about women. Tam also has a new series, the Grave Sisters Mysteries, about three sisters who own a funeral home and help the county D.A. solve crimes in a 1920s small California town, set to release in 2025. She has also written historical fiction about women breaking loose from the social and psychological expectations of their era. Although Tam left her heart in San Francisco, she lives in the Midwest because it’s cheaper. When she’s not writing, she’s devouring everything classic (books, films, art, music), concocting yummy plant-based dishes, and exploring her new riverside town. 


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Release Day for Murder Among The Rubble!

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Title: Murder Among The Rubble

Series: Adele Gossling Mysteries: Book 7

Author: Tam May

Genres: Historical Cozy Mystery

Release Date: December 28, 2024

Chosen for the Barnes & Noble Top Indie Favorite list!

On a quiet morning in 1906, an earthquake of horrendous magnitude shakes one of California’s most vibrant cities. Buildings crumble to the ground. Fires destroy everything from South of the Slot’s dilapidated buildings to Nob Ill’s most ornate mansions, leveling nearly eighty percent of San Francisco.

Radical suffragist and progressive reformer Elsie Blessings calls her friends Adele Gossling and Nin Branch to her side at the Presidio’s refugee camp to help destitute women and children as San Francisco begins the slow process of rebuilding. Adele’s brother, Jackson, and Sheriff Hatfield accompany them as volunteers to help maintain law and order amidst the chaos of the ruined city.

While citizens come together to pick up the pieces of their homes and lives among the rubble, somebody thinks it’s just the right time for murder.

Includes an Author’s Note with background on the Great San Francisco Earthquake of 1906!

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“Perhaps if we saw her face, the ladies would be able to tell,” Hatfield suggested.

Dr. Fleming bent down and gently turned the woman over. 

Missy’s piercing scream echoed among the quiet shrubbery. Nin closed her eyes, clutching Adele’s arm. Adele’s stomach turned over. The entire front of the woman’s body was bloody and full of slits as if someone had tried to rip the dress off her.

“My God, what an animal!” Jackson stared at the horror.

Adele felt as if another earthquake were swaying the ground. Nin seemed to know what was happening and pulled her friend away from the horrible sight into another clearing. Adele leaned against a redwood, feeling the sharp tips of bark pierce into her back. The breeze brushed gently against her cheeks and the sun created a warm umbrella over her. Gradually, the sick feeling passed.

“How could he have done that to her?” Adele choked out. “So much stabbing!”

“Some men are savages,” Nin snarled. “A wild coyote would have been more civilized.”

Adele glanced at her friend and gave a small laugh. “You have a strong stomach, Nin.”

“I’ve seen what humans can do to one another,” Nin said, her tone heavy. 

Adele steadied herself. “The rage is more honest, anyway.”

“It was rage that did that,” Nin agreed. 

“What could she have done that was so terrible, I wonder,” Adele murmured.

“She probably didn’t do anything but live her own life,” Nin said.

“That’s what I mean.” Adele was beginning to feel stronger. “A woman living her own life is bound to offend someone.”

Nin put her hands on her shoulders. “It’s coming closer, the time when women will be able to live their own lives without offending anybody.”

Adele smiled. “Don’t tell me you believe in our cause at last, dear.”

“I don’t believe in causes and you know it,” Nin declared. “I believe in what the Generous Ones tell me.”

“And they tell you that?”

“The years tell me that,” said Nin. “The years passing by other people’s prejudices.”

Adele pressed her hand. “We should be getting back. I’m all right now.”

“Take some peppermint,” her friend advised. “There’s plenty of it here and it’s very soothing.”

Adele bent down and picked some of the spiky, rough leaves. Nin was right. The stinging scent calmed her stomach. As she plucked a bunch from the ground, she caught sight of a golden ring that looked as if it had been carelessly tossed there. Picking it up, she saw it was inscribed L.S. & G.W.

“Nin, look at this!”

Her friend peered at the ring. “Do you think it belonged to the dead girl?”

“It might have,” Adele said. “Or it might have fallen from the finger of a woman who came out here to meet her soldier beau.”

“A very married woman,” Nin remarked with disapproval.

“It looks fresh to me,” Adele said. “I don’t think it could have been left here for very long.”

“The camp’s been open for only a few weeks,” her friend pointed out.

“No, I think it was even a shorter time than that.” Adele slipped it in the pocket of her jacket. “It hardly has any dirt on it.”

“Are you going to tell the police?” Nin took her arm.

“I think we’d better not,” said Adele. “We don’t know that it has anything to do with the girl.”

“And you’re not going to tell them we saw the girl last night, are you?” Her friend’s eyes were shrewd. 

“If we tell Sergeant Walker she was near the Chinese camp, it wouldn’t look very good for them,” Adele said.

“Maybe a Chinese did kill her,” Nin suggested.

“I don’t think so,” Adele said as they carefully made their way among the shrubs. “It doesn’t seem likely someone from the Chinese camp would rip through her clothes like that.”

“Who knows what anyone would do under circumstances like these?” Nin sighed. “Some people have their sense of decency knocked out of them when Sister Nature reacts with such violence.”

“Violence begets violence,” Adele said, feeling her body shake.


About the Author

Writing has been Tam May’s voice since the age of fourteen. She writes stories set in the past that feature sassy and sensitive women characters. Tam is the author of the Adele Gossling Mysteries which takes place in the early 20th century and features suffragist and epistolary expert Adele Gossling whose talent for solving crimes doesn’t sit well with her town’s conventional ideas about women’s place. Tam is also working on a new series, the Grave Sisters Mysteries about three sisters who own a funeral home and help the county D.A. solve crimes in a 1920s small California town, set to release in 2025. She has also written historical fiction about women breaking loose from the social and psychological expectations of their era. Although Tam left her heart in San Francisco, she lives in the Midwest because it’s cheaper. When she’s not writing, she’s devouring everything classic (books, films, art, music), concocting yummy plant-based dishes, and exploring her new riverside town.


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Fun and Mischief: Halloween in the Early 20th Century

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It’s Halloween in the United States today, and if you live in America, you likely already have bags of candy stashed on the front table near your door, expecting little nippers to come knocking and calling “trick or treat!”

Halloween these days is a relatively tame affair where fun is the name of the game. It means dressing up in costumes, taking the kids door to door to get candy, and for some, attending a party or settling on the couch to watch spooky movies (I already have my collection of classic horror films geared up). But in the early 20th century, kids had a very different idea of what constituted “fun” for Halloween. Mischief and mayhem were the order of the day (or, I should say, the night).

What do I mean by mischief? Watch this clip from the 1944 classic film Meet Me in St. Louis. The film is set in 1904 and gives a pretty accurate glimpse of how kids celebrated Halloween in the early 20th century. In the scene, kids build a bonfire, throwing in anything flammable they can get their hands on (and one suspects some of the chairs they’re throwing into the fire might have been ripped off neighborhood porches). Then, they huddle together, trying to figure out who they’re going to torture with their bags of flour (yes, knocking on someone’s door and throwing flour in their face was a thing back then). That was the turn-of-the-century’s idea of Halloween fun.

Photo Credit: A non-grotesque and non-creepy Halloween costume of a witch, 1910: jamesjoel/Flickr/CC BY ND 2.0

This scene also shows how kids dressed up for Halloween over one hundred years ago (and if you’re curious to see more costumes from this era, you can look here). Unlike today where we’re more likely to see cute costumes on smaller kids and spooky-fun costumes on older kids, kids used whatever they could find around the house. The results were creepier and, in some cases, even grotesque.

Trick-or-treating is an organized affair in the 21st century. In the neighborhoods in my area, the local newspaper designates specific days (not necessarily October 31) and times when trick-or-treaters can go around town. In the early 20th century, things were a lot more chaotic. Kids would go trick-or-treating in parades and they could become quite unruly. And did they get candy? Not always. Until the mid-20th century, kids got whatever was lying around. That could be a toy or a game the child of the house didn’t want anymore or some non-candy goodies or fruits or nuts (which would make many moms and dads very happy today).

But what really characterized early 20th-century Halloween was mischief. In addition to the bonfire and the flour-in-the-face, it wasn’t unusual for kids to vandalize homes belonging to people in town they didn’t like or even steal things off their lawn or porch (in the film clip above, one of the adults warns her children to return a neighbor’s hammock after they steal it). I remember when I was a kid, Halloween meant you were at risk of being “egged” (having kids throw rotten eggs at your house) if you didn’t open the door and give out candy. Thankfully, that practice has largely gone out of style. 

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