048. History


It had been a long and all together unproductive afternoon.

Midge Matherson, along with her friend Sandra Hayes, had set up their card table, their donation tins and their flyers as soon as the schools got out, hoping to get the youth of Hill Valley interested in a bit of recent history.

Midge had always loved history, personal history most of all, as young girl she had spent hours compiling her own family's history and as a teenager had volunteered at Hill Valley Library and had organised the entire archive room.

Hill Valley had always seemed to be the sort of town that respected history, but lately it had been all going down hill.

Ever since that Goldie Wilson got in, she thought in annoyance. Can't expect him to care about history that's not black history.

Well, there were people in Hill Valley who did care, Midge was sure of it, they just weren't on Main Street right at the moment.

Heaving an annoyed sigh she looked about, eagle eyes looking at the few people who were at the Square.

There was Red of course, but Midge knew she couldn't expect much help from him...not that she would ask of course, the Town Square didn't have the best memories for him.

There were the Community Service workers on their way home, but most of them were worn out from a day's work and in no mood to hear any spiels, not even ones on issues as important as this.

Turning Midge looked up at the clock, stuck as it had been for thirty years at 10:04. She still remembered that Sunday after the biggest storm in Hill Valley history, creeping out of her house, still a little rattled and coming down to the Town Square.

She still felt a little of that thrill whenever she saw the clock and the thought of it all being taken away...

It's not going to happen. She told herself, setting her jaw resolutely, she got to her feet. It was time to bring the cause to the people, she decided.

Looking about once more she saw two teens sitting on a park bench close by. They appeared to be having a rather intense conversation, but no doubt this was more important, picking up her collection tin, she strode over to the couple just as they were about to kiss.

"Save the Clocktower!" She thrust the tin between the two and rattled it with vigour. That should get the point across... "Save the Clocktower!"


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