I spent New Year in Cambridge at Nicole’s before heading to London for the rest of the holidays to work with Professor Stewart dividing my free time between the Stewarts, Harriet and Trixie. Sara was paying an extended Christmas visit so we were able to catch up. She and Pedro would be moving to Paris where he had a twelve month contract beginning in January and then they were thinking of moving back to London. I hoped they would settle on London, although having them in Paris would provide me with a much needed excuse to visit the first place I’d been to abroad. At Trixie’s I was able to revel some more in my role as godmother despite Christopher’s best attempts to disinterest me in Catherine. I met up with Tash and Lily Beth a few times to catch up, baby worship and discuss Tash’s wedding plans. Harriet was in good spirits – pregnancy suited her, although both she and Martin had developed an alarming tendency to pool their medical knowledge which created a paranoia between them about their impending parenthood. We skirted around the subject of David and Louise, preferring to leave it an unspoken topic.
I met Peggy at Victoria to head back to school; we would be joining up with Kathie and Nancy in Paris where they had been spending a few snatched days before the start of term. As usual, our time apart meant that we didn’t stop talking until we arrived at school – our sleep on the overnight train from Paris was nowhere near sufficient. Kathie and Nancy had been to Sebelius recital the night before which led to Kathie humming sections of ‘Finlandia’ at regular intervals throughout the night when she wasn’t chundering about sneaking Finland into the geography syllabus or telling Nancy that they should go there sometime. Nancy ignored her mutterings and hummings with a roll of her eyes and Peggy remarked that at least she wasn’t singing ‘Nancy with the laughing face’ non-stop as she had been doing the previous term. I could only look on and laugh. It didn’t matter who I saw during my holidays there was nothing that would ever quite match the first meeting the four of us had at the start of every term. It was a constant in my life that I needed.
I had just finished getting ready for bed the first night back when there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Emily Miller, the new junior mistress and staff baby.
I only wanted to bring you this back, she said apologetically, holding out a book to me as I ushered her in and shut the door.
I reached out and took my copy of Anne Frank’s diary from her. I’d forgotten I’d lent you that. I did wonder briefly what I’d done with it.
I didn’t get round to reading it last term so I took it home over the holidays. I hope you don’t mind.
Not at all, I replied, putting it on top of my ever increasing pile of books. What did you think of it?
Incredible. I couldn’t put it down. I read it in an afternoon and didn’t speak to anyone for the rest of the day so I could put my thoughts in some order.
I bet that made you popular, I grinned.
She shrugged. Don’t think anyone noticed to be honest. Just as well really, she added ruefully. I always get moaned at for having my nose in a book, always have done, but I can’t help myself. I just have to read – I hate knowing that I’ll never read everything. There’s always so much more that I want to know. Don’t you ever feel that way?
Oh absolutely.
Nobody at home understands, you see. I’ve always been seen as the family oddball because I just love learning. I became a teacher to show others how fantastic it can be.
It’s as good a reason as any, I said, suddenly sneezing violently.
Oh goodness, you’re not starting a cold, are you?
I hope not – I’ve never started a term with one. Hopefully it’s dust or something tickling. But if I ignore it then it might go away – Matey wouldn’t love me starting a cold now.
I can imagine she wouldn’t.
She’s not all bad though – don’t be fooled by her tough exterior. She was wonderful when I had raging flu a couple of years ago. I sneezed again.
Are you sure you’re okay?
I nodded. I didn’t sleep much last night.
She clapped a hand to her mouth. Golly, I’d best let you get to sleep then! I don’t want to be responsible for you being out of action at the start of term.
I grinned. It won’t come to that. A yawn crossed my next sneeze creating a rather peculiar effect. Don’t look so worried Emily, I’ll be fine!
I hope so, she replied. Could… could I borrow another book from you? I’m bored of all the ones I’ve got here.
Help yourself, I said waving my hand at the pile of books.
May I borrow this one, she asked a moment later.
I peered at its cover, Walking in their shoes: The Surivivors’ Holocaust. Yes, I said with a smile.
We bade each other goodnight and I fell into bed realising that I barely knew Emily after a term of working with her. I had been so preoccupied the previous term that I hadn’t taken the time to get to know her properly and I fully intended to rectify that this term.
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#2: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:31 pm Is that book the one Sharlie had a big hand in? Think Emily Miller will be suitably impressed!
Thanks Pim.
#3: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:49 pm Thank you Pimmy!!!
#5: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent, EnglandPosted: Wed Sep 14, 2005 9:19 pm Thanks, Pim. I'm glad Sharlie likes meeting up with her friends at the beginning of each term and I'm also glad she's getting to know Emily better.
#6: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSWPosted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 12:12 am Thank you Pim. i haven't posted much on this, but I do enjoy it.
#7: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 10:02 am Thank you Pim. I love seeing Sharlie, Peggy, Nancy and Kathie meet up each term.
#10: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 7:41 pm Thank you Pim
I do love that line about Harriet and Martin becoming paranoid. Everything's going to be fine, isn't it?
#11: Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West YorksPosted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 12:36 am Just caught up and it's been a bit of a rollercoaster read
but excellent all the same
#12: Author: pygmy, Location: glasgowPosted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 9:56 am I too have just caught up. Love the twists and turns that Sharlie's life takes.
Thanks, Pim.
#13: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 9:54 am After that first night Emily seemed to do everything she could to avoid me except to return books and borrow some more. She also seemed to be less inclined to be friendly with Deb and Linda, despite their best efforts, and Rosalind Yolland had tried to move in to fill the breach. I kept my concerns to myself whilst I wondered how best to approach the subject. I was presented with the opportunity to do so a few weeks into term when I realised that we would both be free that weekend. Cornering Emily to invite her to do something, however, was easier than I thought; convincing her was an entirely different matter.
Looking forward to the weekend, I asked as I settled down beside her in the staff room on the Monday evening. She nodded, barely glancing over the top of her book. Got any plans? She shook her head. Well I’m free as well – do you want to go somewhere together?
She eyed me suspiciously. Don’t you already have plans?
No, not really. I thought about going to Biddy but with the new Graves baby due she’s round there a lot helping out and knowing Biddy she’d have me looking after her three. Don’t get me wrong, I do love children but it’s just sometime you need a break from them. And besides, I’ve shamefully neglected you.
It doesn’t matter.
Of course it does. You’ve been here six months now and I hardly know you which, I figure, makes me pretty rubbish at my job.
No, that’s not true. You’re wonderful as head of the junior school – I’m glad to work for someone like you. But you needn’t worry yourself about me.
I frowned. Don’t be daft. Now, what do you want to do this weekend?
I… I… are you sure you want me to come?
Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t. There’s still a heap of snow around – I noticed at the weekend that you’re pretty nifty on your skis – if you wanted to winter sport without having to look after a pack of over excited Juniors?
It would be nice… she began thoughtfully.
But?
No, nothing. I’d love a proper weekend’s skiing.
How about St Moritz then? You’ll love it – I’ve always had a soft spot for it, plus Peggy’s introduced me to this gorgeous little guest house there.
If you’re sure…
Stop asking that, I said with a smile. I’ll ring up the guest house in the morning. You drive, don’t you? She nodded. If I ask Kathie very nicely then she may lend us her car so we don’t have to borrow school’s. I’ve given up learning to drive – four people have tried to teach me but I’m hopeless.
I can’t imagine you being hopeless at anything, she said shyly.
I’m hopeless at many things – especially driving!
Emily says she’s going to St Moritz at the weekend with you, Rosalind Yolland muttered to me the following evening.
That’s right. Why?
For goodness sake Sharlie, if you can’t find out what’s wrong with her then no one can – except the Head and I’m sure Emily wouldn’t want it going that far.
What do…
Something’s happened over the holidays ‘cause she’s been as miserable as sin since we got back – always off mooning by herself. She won’t talk to me; Deb and Linda are at their wits’ end with her. Please Sharlie, you’re good at sorting out other people’s problems, even if you’re too stubborn to sort your own.
I aimed a friendly punch at her arm. Cheek! I do, eventually.
Well please don’t make it eventually with Emily; I’m worried about her.
I’ll see what I can do, I promised.
#14: Author: Gem, Location: Saltash/AberystwythPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 9:59 am Eeeeeep See my uselessness - I knew I was supposed to be doing something! Are you able to carry on stealth posting or d'you want me to resume my much neglected pimduties?
Love the conversation between Rosalind and Sharlie by the way Very sweet!
#15: Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!!Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 10:33 am Hurrah the pim returns
I hope Emily is ok
#16: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 10:41 am Yay! More Sharlie! Thank you Pim!
And I hadn't seen that bit before so more yays! I do hope Sharlie can work out what is wrong with Emily - is it something to do with the books?
#17: Author: Georgia, Location: my imaginationPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 11:22 am Tsk tsk norty squibling. I might have to tell on you, that or a death, seems a fair exchange.
#18: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire EnglandPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 11:24 am I wondered the same as Nell. She really sounds in a mess.
thanks Pim and any little alter egos wandering round posting for her.
#19: Author: Alice, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 11:39 am Yaye, very happy to have more of this.
#20: Author: MaryR, Location: Sale CheshirePosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 12:27 pm Lovely, Pim. I hope Sharlie can work her magic.
#21: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, EnglandPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 12:47 pm Poor Emily - Hope Sharlie can help her.
*sees Georgia*
*thinks about weekends away involving driving on icy roads and winter sports*
*wibbles*
Thanks Pim
Liz
#22: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 4:15 pm Thank Pimmy!
*crosses fingers that Sharlie can help sort Emily out!*
#23: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 7:28 pm Thanks Pim, good to see more of this!
#24: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 7:40 pm Thank you Pimmy!
*looking forward to finding out what's on Emily's mind*
#25: Author: BethC, Location: Worcester, UKPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 7:57 pm Good to see more of this - hope Sharlie can help Emily.
Thanks, Pim!
#26: Author: Miss Di, Location: Newcastle, NSWPosted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 2:48 am
LizB wrote:
*sees Georgia*
*thinks about weekends away involving driving on icy roads and winter sports*
*wibbles*
Liz! You're giving her ideas.
*thinks about handsome ski instructors and apres ski activities.*
#27: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 8:04 am We duly set out for St Moritz on the Friday evening once lessons were over for the day. I had, over the years, become accustomed to Kathie’s habit of giving in to her inner racing driver on the mountain roads and taking it all at a breakneck speed. In contrast, Emily’s more sedate and cautious pace meant that I was able to keep my eyes open for the duration of the journey knowing that it would be unlikely that we would plunge off the side of a mountain before reaching our destination. On our arrival we were informed that if we hurried we would be able to take part in the torch lit ski. We needed no further encouragement and returned in high spirits a couple of hours later to have cocoa pressed into our hands by the guest house owners. It wasn’t the right moment to turn the conversation to more serious matters so we stayed awake into the small hours chattering excitedly about the evening’s experience and other trivial matters. We still managed to get up early the following morning since we were determined to take full advantage of the weather. Naturally I was none to pleased to be out of the afternoon’s skiing having taken a tumble after misjudging a bend shortly before lunch. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have worried about it but the shooting pains through my ankle told me otherwise; more to the point, I had no particular desire to face matron over it on our return to school. After some initial reservations, Emily took up an offer from a young Scottish couple staying in the guest house to ski with them during the afternoon. I settled down for a quiet afternoon with a hefty volume of Herman Hesse and a pile of work from Professor Stewart to take my mind off my ankle.
Had a good afternoon, I asked of Emily on her return as she set about peeling away at the numerous layers she was sporting.
Fabulous – you’d have loved it. How is the ankle?
I wriggled it gingerly. It should be okay for a run in the morning. I’ll risk the wrath of Matron.
Coo, feeling brave?
I think stupid is more appropriate but I don’t really want to ruin the entire weekend. How were Louis and Pip?
Oh they’re lovely, completely adorable. They’ve invited me to go and visit them in Scotland some time. If I ever get the chance to that is… she trailed off and turned her back.
Emily?
She turned back to face me. Forget it – just me being silly.
I shook my head. I can’t. I’m worried about you.
There’s no need to be.
Then tell me why you’ve been so distant with everyone since we got back after the hols.
I haven’t.
I…
Just leave it, she snapped. I don’t need your prying – or anyone else’s. I just wish you’d all leave me alone.
And with that she gathered up her wash things and swept out of the room leaving me speechless. I hadn’t expected her to react in that manner and now knew that I had completely blown any chance of getting to the root of the problem. Emily was civil to me for the rest of the weekend but once back at school she withdrew into a shell not letting anyone get close to her. I shared the frustrations of those who tried to talk to her and when I received a summons to the Head’s study the week before half term I knew it was about Emily.
Miss Annersley looked gravely at me over her desk once we had exchanged pleasantries and I squirmed inwardly, feeling like a naughty junior.
It’s about Emily, isn’t it, I asked timidly.
She nodded. Emily’s handed in her notice for the end of summer term.
I was momentarily stunned into silence. She… what… did she say why?
Miss Annersley shook her head. I’m not sure she means it though.
You think she could be persuaded to stay? I don’t want to lose her – she’s brilliant with the Juniors. I paused. Do you think it’s to do with her home life?
I wish I knew. She seemed to have settled in well last term.
She had. She made really good friends with Deb and Linda, and she always seemed pally with Rosalind. But she’s been funny since the hols, really distant with everyone. She blew up at me when I asked her about it; I’m not sure she’d take kindly to me asking her to stay.
I think Emily has a lot of unspoken respect for you.
So why won’t she let me in? I only want to help.
I know that and, deep down, I think Emily knows that. I believe you can break down her barriers, Sharlie.
But… I…
I know Emily wouldn’t want to trust the innermost secrets of her soul to me, she said with a wry smile.
You think she’ll change her mind?
I hope so. I trust you, Sharlie.
#29: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 9:22 am Thank you Pim.
Poor Sharlie and poor Emily I do hope They can find out what the problem is.
#30: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 6:41 pm Nice to see how much trust Miss A has in Sharlie - let's hope she's more successful this time.
Thanks Pim.
#31: Author: BethC, Location: Worcester, UKPosted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 8:24 pm Oh, I hope Emily can let herself confide in Sharlie.
Thanks, Pim.
#32: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern USPosted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 2:10 am *wibbles*
Georgia hasn't done anything to Emily, has she?
#33: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 5:25 pm A lot of what Emily's said sounds rather ominous - I hope there's nothing seriously wrong.
Thanks Pim
#34: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 6:36 pm Nooo!!
Pimmy, is Georgia whispering evilosity in your ear again?
*wibbles muchly*
#35: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent, EnglandPosted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 6:52 pm Thanks, Pim. It's good to see more of Emily. I hope Sharlie can convince Emily to stay.
#36: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 11:57 am I was feeling the burden of expectation in trying to talk to the ever elusive Emily. Following Peggy’s advice I decided to leave things until after half term, which I would be spending in Basle with the Juniors, Deb and Linda. Emily was free and had grudgingly accepted Rosalind’s invite to Lichenstein to collect another passport stamp. In the immediate aftermath of half term I forgot my responsibility following an accident involving Nina Rutherford and the arrival of Frank, the new Graves baby. I was also distracted as I awaited news from one or the other of my sisters about Harriet. At the same time I was being subjected to thorough and unpleasant proddings by both Matron and Jack Maynard to try and uncover the cause for the sneezing fits which had a habit of seizing me at random moments for absolutely no reason whatsoever. They both drew a blank as to their cause and ruled them as one of life’s mysteries and, for my part, I preferred to keep it that way.
A couple of days after the Juniors had managed to lock themselves in their common room I was invited to go and visit the new Graves baby. I sought out Emily to accompany me; to my surprise she agreed after an initial hesitation and the admission that she had very little experience of small babies. Hilary seemed surprised by my choice of bringing Emily along but I explained briefly the situation and she agreed to us borrowing Frank for a few minutes.
You’re such a natural with him, sighed Emily enviously as I settled down in the salon at Aldersnest with Frank in my arms. I’m terrified of babies, I just know I’d be a hopeless mother.
I frowned and then shrugged. There’s always been babies in my family – lucky I love them really. Emily, won’t you tell me what’s been the matter with you all term?
She stared at me. Nothing’s the matter.
Is it to do with why you’re leaving?
How do you know?
I wish you’d discussed it with me first.
You’d only talk me out of it and then I’d take back my notice; but I can’t, they’d never forgive me.
Who’s ‘they’? She shook her head. Here, I said suddenly. Take Frank. I stood and crossed the room to her, laying him in her arms, ignoring the panicked look. Tell Frank, he won’t tell a soul. I grinned. Except me.
I… I can’t.
I don’t like you being this unhappy.
You’ll have to get used to it.
Why?
You don’t know just how lucky you are. I don’t mean losing your parents and that – just the choices you have. Your decisions about your future have been your own.
Not strictly true. My teachers at the factory school decided that I could get a scholarship; my teachers at St Monica’s suggested I go in for teaching and to London. I’ve always been answerable to people, you know – school mistresses, university tutors, scholarship donors, not to mention my Aunt Jane.
What about Colin though? He was your choice.
Well, yes… Emily, where is this all going?
She stared uncertainly at me for a moment. I’ve handed my notice in because I’m getting married this summer whether I like it or not and don’t tell me to stand up to my family and tell them I won’t because it doesn’t work like that for me. Ben’s mother and mine have been planning this since we were babies; that’s how it works in the very minor and unimportant nobility. Mother said she and father had to stop putting up with my ‘whims’ and I had to settle down and ‘do the right thing’.
What does Ben say about all of this?
She shrugged. Ben’s too tied to his mother’s apron strings to be able to form an opinion of his own. It’s all so mediaeval, Sharlie! Father said he’d disinherit me if I don’t go through with it – and whilst it right now I could quite happily go through with it I know I won’t always feel this way.
True.
I don’t want to leave here though. This isn’t a whim; this is what I was born to do.
I frowned. There must be some way to show your parents that.
I’ve thought of everything I can. There are times when I really, truly hate being the only one with all the responsibility of carrying on the family line resting on my shoulders. She wound up with an attempted laugh and burst into tears instead.
I hurried to take Frank from her and slipped my free arm around her shoulders. We’ll think of something, don’t you worry, even if we have to tie you to your desk so you can’t leave. She smiled weakly. Now, will you please stop distancing yourself from people? Everyone’s worried about you – especially Deb, Linda and Rosalind.
I… I didn’t see the point in letting people get close if I was leaving.
Well as you’re not leaving you can stop that.
I wish I had your confidence.
I wish I had a plan – but we can worry about that later. I’d best get this young man back to his mother and then we can get back to school before they start worrying!
#37: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 12:04 pm As Emily says - how medieval. Hope Sharlie can think of something to help Emily.
Thanks Pim.
#38: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSWPosted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 12:07 pm Goodness, how scary! And that sort of lifelong expectation can be so hard to evade.
#39: Author: MaryR, Location: Sale CheshirePosted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 12:18 pm Thank goodness that Sharlie manage to worm it out of her. Hopefully between the lot of them they can come up with a plan of campaign.
Thanks, Pim.
#40: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 1:04 pm Crikey! Well whatever I was expecting it wasn't that.
Am I the only one seeing parallells to David and Louise here?
Thank you, Pim
#41: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent, EnglandPosted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 1:18 pm Thanks, Pim. I'm glad Emily has opened up to Sharlie and I hope Sharlie is able to come up with a plan.
#42: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 3:47 pm Thank you Pimmykins!
Poor Emily! Her parents need a good slap!!!
#43: Author: Shander, Location: HalifaxPosted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 6:36 pm Goodness! I wasn't expecting that.
However, an excellent installment as always.
Thank you!
#44: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, EnglandPosted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 11:25 pm Poor Emily
Thanks Pim
Liz
#45: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 8:39 am Back at school I was pleased to see Emily relax a little and stop distancing herself from those who wanted to be her friends. After many discussions and with the end of term fast approaching we seized upon a germ of an idea of Rosalind’s. It would involve stretching the truth a little and, in a place or two, telling blatant lies but we decided it was a risk we were willing to take to keep Emily. Term was quickly slipping through our grasp and I still hadn’t had any word about Harriet. My thoughts were soon otherwise occupied after a fire at the hall where the acting costumes were kept destroyed them all. Finally a cable arrived from Martin on St Patrick’s Day to inform me of the arrival of my latest nephew, Daniel Martin, meaning I was able to enjoy the celebrations at school a little more than I otherwise would have done. Needless to say, though, I was glad when the holidays finally rolled around.
I was going straight to Harriet and Martin in London for a few days before we would all head north to Liverpool. After all their paranoias throughout Harriet’s pregnancy as to what could go wrong they were remarkably laid back as parents. Harriet admitted that she couldn’t help but look to Rebecca as an example of how she should be a mother. Whilst in London I called in on Trixie to see my goddaughter and Christopher, now resigned to his sister’s permanent presence in the house. We were joined by Tash and Lily Beth for dinner, the former being very calm about her July wedding. I put in a few days work with Professor Stewart to work on the book. We had the main body of the work but frustrating gaps in our knowledge remained and, deep down, we knew that they would still be there once we had finished and sent it to the publishers.
I headed back to Liverpool with a couple of chapters to check over and another list of things I needed to try and research in the coming months. My good intentions of working steadily and productively over the holidays were soon dashed by a combination of Colin and my auntie duties, not that I was arguing. Now nine, Sarah was the age I had been when we had been evacuated and I couldn’t help but wonder at the way the world had changed since then. I couldn’t help but be relieved that she hadn’t had to endure the enforced separation from her parents that we had done but at the same time I wasn’t sure that I liked the world she was growing up in.
Perhaps Colin, more so than my nephews and nieces, contrived to put paid to my good intentions by making demands on my time. I didn’t argue. It had been twelve months since we’d got back together and even though we knew the natural conclusion our relationship would reach, we were in no hurry to get there simply enjoying being ‘us’ too much to worry about the future. I had learned to brush aside the subtle, and not so, hints of my family and friends. In some ways I was still a little shaky about things and knowing that it would take more than a year to stop feeling that way.
#46: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent, EnglandPosted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 8:50 am Thanks, Pim. I hope it won't be too long before Colin and Sharlie get married.
#47: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:52 am Thank you pim. Glad that Emily opened uip to Sharlie and that they have a plan - I hope it works!
#48: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 6:37 pm Want to know plan! *pouts*
Thanks Pim.
#49: Author: BethC, Location: Worcester, UKPosted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 8:36 pm Glad things are going well with Colin, and that Sharlie has a plan for Emily - hope we find out what it is soon!
Thanks, Pim.
#51: Author: Miss Di, Location: Newcastle, NSWPosted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 2:21 am I'm sure the plan (whatever it may be) won't work if Georgia gets to hear about it!
#52: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:21 am The holidays were jogging along at a gentle pace until the day Rebecca, Harriet, Elizabeth and I were summoned to Aunt Jane’s.
Thank goodness you three are here, exclaimed Rebecca as Elizabeth, Harriet and I walked through Aunt Jane’s back door the following morning. I’ve just put a brew on. Don’t suppose you know what’s going on?
Not an earthly, I replied as we sat down around the kitchen table. Where’s Aunt Jane?
No idea. Louise left when I arrived – apparently Carrie needed some new material for a skirt and had asked Aunt Jane to go with her and help her choose.
Wonders will never cease, muttered Elizabeth with a grin.
We had just settled down with our tea when Rupert, followed by Colin, clattered through the back door.
Sorry I’m late, said Rupert as the four of us turned and stared.
Morning gorgeous, Colin mouthed to me. I blushed and grinned.
Rupert, what’s going on, demanded Rebecca.
Lovely to see you too, Rebecca. Pour us a cup of tea, there’s a love.
You’re sidetracking, she retorted jokingly with an impatient tap of her foot as Elizabeth jumped up to get Rupert and Colin some tea.
You won’t be wanting us long, will you, asked Elizabeth anxiously. Only Harri and I have left the boys with my mother-in-law and I’d rather she didn’t have them too long.
Just ask them, I heard Colin mumble to Rupert.
Well, he began nervously, clearing his throat and wringing his hands together. As you know, for a few years, your Aunt and I… Rebecca and Elizabeth grinned at each other, I frowned and then noted Harriet’s puzzled expression. Well it’s been a few years, and I… I’ve been thinking, wondering… that is… if you agree… Rebecca smirked and Elizabeth choked back a giggle.
Just get on with it, hissed Colin.
Err… right… yes, I… Rebecca raised an eyebrow and realisation suddenly dawned on me. I… I would like to marry your Aunt, that is, with your permission…. He trailed off, blushing furiously.
I knew it, exclaimed Rebecca with a triumphant smirk. Of course you have mine, you daft old fool, as if you needed to ask, she grinned standing up and giving him a peck on the cheek.
No need to say ‘I told you so’, Becca, said Elizabeth with a smile. Of course you’ve got mine too. She stood up to give Rupert a warm hug.
And mine, I added, giving him a peck on the cheek before stepping into Colin’s outstretched arm which he wrapped around my shoulders. We grinned at each other before he kissed me quickly.
Am I the only one who didn’t think this was blowing in the wind, asked Harriet jokingly as she stood up. Of course you can marry her – I’ve never seen Aunt Jane happier than when she’s with you.
Harriet had just extricated herself from her embrace with Rupert when there was a clatter at the front door and Aunt Jane, Caroline and Louise spilled in all talking at once.
What’s going on, asked Aunt Jane, looking around us all. Colin squeezed my hand reassuringly. Why are you all looking so guilty?
Sit down Aunt Jane, said Caroline suddenly. I’ll get you a cup of tea.
For once, Aunt Jane did exactly as she was told. Well? I’m waiting for a satisfactory explanation. We all looked pointedly at Rupert. What are you planning?
Jane, mumbled Rupert. For once in your life will you please be quiet for a moment? Aunt Jane stared at him and as Rupert eased himself down on to one knee in front of her, her jaw dropped in realisation. Jane, I’ve known you a good few years and known you very well for the last couple. Caroline smirked but stopped at a warning glare from Rebecca. Jane, will you marry me?
Aunt Jane eyed him suspiciously for a moment. Rupert, are you asking this to replace Croasdale in your affections?
It was Rupert’s turn to stare. Who’s Croasdale, I whispered to Colin.
He grinned. I’ll explain later, he whispered tightening his arm around me and kissing the top of my head.
Jane Andrews! How can you ask a question like that?! You know it’s not true.
Aunt Jane shrugged. I have to check these things.
Look, will you just answer before my knee locks and I’m stuck down here?
She stared around us all. Did you know?
Louise and I didn’t, put in Caroline. Rupert just asked us to distract you.
Caroline Robbins! No wonder you took all that time looking at material you didn’t…
Jane, will you just say yes, interrupted Rupert in frustration. Or no… Either way I’m in agony down here.
Of course I will, you old fool, she said with a gentle smile.
The kitchen then descended into chaos as we all rushed to congratulate the happy couple. From somewhere Colin produced a bottle of slightly warm champagne, not that we complained, so that we could toast the happy couple. After everything Aunt Jane had been through and done for us she deserved her happy ending.
#53: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:57 am Love the complaints about Rupert's knee! Wonderful Pim, I'm really pleased for Aunt Jane.
#54: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, EnglandPosted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 12:58 pm Hurrah! A proper proposal on one knee and everything!
Thanks Pim
*starts pouring champagne to toast the happy couple*
Liz
#55: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 1:46 pm Yay! Thank you Pim.
*toasts the happy couple*
#56: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 2:01 pm Wonderful! Thanks Pim!!!
(now just keep Georgia away from this drabble please!)
#57: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 2:06 pm awwww how luffly
Thank you, Pim!
#58: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern USPosted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 2:02 am What a proposal!
*wishes Jane & Rupert all happiness*
(and hopes the plan for Emily is going well)
#59: Author: Miss Di, Location: Newcastle, NSWPosted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 3:56 am Weeee...another wedding, another new hat!
#60: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 8:18 am You said you’d tell me about Croasdale, I reminded Colin over dinner that evening. He had decided to take me out and, in return, I had decided not to argue too much.
Oh yes, he said thoughtfully, in between mouthfuls of chicken. Croasdale was father’s dog.
I don’t remember a dog.
It was that year… when we weren’t… Anyway, Croasdale was a stray who turned up one day and refused to leave. Utterly mad dog, he was and in the end he got run over whilst chasing a pigeon.
Oh dear.
Colin shrugged. These things happen. I didn’t have time to dwell on it anyway since the week after you tripped over your shoelace in the middle of Liverpool and the rest, as they say, is history.
I grinned. Glad I have my uses.
You certainly do.
Did you know your father was going to propose?
He nodded. He asked me a few days ago – more to see if I minded than anything.
Why should you?
Well after everything with us…
It was my turn to shrug. Fair point.
We will get married at some point; we’re just not at that point yet, are we?
Not quite. And anyway, we can’t steal their thunder now. Still, that’s two weddings for me to go to this summer.
Who’s the other?
Tash.
Oh yes. You’ll be the last of the Andrews you know, after the wedding.
I smiled. I’d worked that out earlier. Of course if George… I broke off. No point dwelling on it. It’s a bit of a shackle being an Andrews – we don’t have much luck and then die young.
He laughed. You’re a cheery soul at times.
Sorry, I can’t help it at times. He gave my hand a comforting squeeze. Will you be doing the wedding pictures?
He nodded. Father could hardly do them himself, could he?
I chuckled. Bet he’d try.
He probably would. But no, I will in between my best man duties. He doesn’t trust anyone else to do them.
What about the ones you have to be in?
That’s why we’re getting an apprentice.
You are?
Well father’s not getting any younger – he’s talking about retiring in about five years or so and I haven’t carried on the family line yet… So I’ll need someone in the shop once he’s gone. He paused. Would you want a son of ours following in the family business?
If it were what he wanted. You can’t push people into being things they don’t want.
I know, but if it were what he anted…
…then yes. Although if we only have girls I don’t know what you’ll do.
Graham and daughter, obviously, I’m all for equality and setting good examples.
I laughed. I should hope so.
We’re getting a bit ahead of ourselves though.
No harm in a little dreaming.
Where do you see us in ten years time then?
I smiled. If it’s possible, happier than we are now.
Sentimental fool.
I can’t help it.
We’ll have a cottage in the country with a thatched roof and a picket fence, not to mention four little Grahams running around – two of each.
Four? Just you remember who has to go through all the pain to get those children mister.
He grinned. You’ll love it.
I raised an eyebrow. I’ve seen childbirth, remember and it doesn’t look like something I’ll love.
Becca says you forget all that the first time you hold it.
Why were you talking to my sister about that sort of thing?
He shrugged. Can’t remember now. You’ll be a good mother.
You’ll be a good father. And we’ll be good parents.
And happy, he added.
Yes, we will. We are.
#61: Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!!Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 8:34 am *laments Croasdale*
Bad pigeon!
Thank you Pimmy
#62: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 8:53 am I always knew pigeons were a BAD THING!
#64: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 1:23 pm pigeons are rats with wings
*surveys pigeons outside window suspiciously*
Thanks Pim
#65: Author: Ann, Location: Newcastle upon Tyne, EnglandPosted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 4:08 pm I assume the pigeon in question was carrying an important message?
#66: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:05 pm Just tell Sharlie and Colin to get on with it!
Thanks Pim.
#67: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 8:12 am I headed back to school a couple of days early so that I could stop in Paris and see Sara and Pedro’s new flat there. It felt a little strange seeing them out of, what I considered to be, their natural surroundings in Lyon. Sara admitted that she hadn’t quite settled in Paris and wasn’t so sure that she wanted to get too attached as they were only staying until the new year. If it felt strange seeing them in Paris then it would be more so once they had moved to London. Also on the move were Harriet and Martin who had discussed the idea over the holidays and had decided to move back north. His family were based mostly in Manchester but it was back in Liverpool that they were looking, for Harriet’s sake more than anything. They both had their own lives in London but she had admitted that no matter how many friends you had it was impossible to replace family. I had to agree with her, being in Switzerland made me feel completely distanced from my sisters at times. It didn’t matter how far I travelled, I would always come home to them in the end.
Summer term would forever be known as that of the motor boats for most; but I found myself more concerned with the fate of Emily and whether our plan to keep her would succeed. After some discussion we had sent a letter to her parents the previous term informing them of a scheme in which we invited the parents of mistresses about to leave to observe them teaching. Emily’s parents had swallowed the idea and consequently arrived in the week running up to half term and she had planned to show them around the area over half term. We were all somewhat nervous as to how things would turn out and I could only hope that they would see that Emily was a born teacher with a wonderful way with the girls.
It was the Wednesday evening and we had had a particularly trying day with the girls who were all more high spirited than usual. I was curled up in a corner of the staff sitting room proof reading the latest chapter that Professor Stewart had sent when Emily collapsed in a heap beside me.
They’re driving me mad, she sighed. I wish they’d just say something! I gave her a reassuring smile. Sorry, I shouldn’t take my frustrations out on you; you’ve got enough on your plate.
Don’t be silly Emily, it’s what friends are for.
All the same… she trailed off and looked anxiously around the room. Have you seen Rosalind?
I shook my head. I’ve been buried in this since Abendessen.
Oh well, she’s probably hiding out in the art room. She looked as though she’d been sidetracked by a muse at Mittagessen.
Oh dear, best not to disturb her if that’s the case.
I know. Sharlie, do you… she got no further as the door opened and Rosalind came in followed by Emily’s parents. What are… she began as a puzzled expression crossed her face.
There you are, exclaimed Rosalind, crossing over to us. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.
I was dealing with a few over excited Juniors who’d managed to smash the light bulb in their common room. Rosalind giggled. What are…
Emily’s father, a stern looking man, stepped forward. Emily, your mother and I would like to speak with you.
Emily looked between Rosalind and I. Father, I…
Her mother suddenly stepped forward and began brushing the chalk dust from Emily’s sleeve. That chalk, really Emily, I’ve told you time and time again about… she broke off as her father cleared his throat.
Emily, we’ve reached a decision about your future.
#68: Author: Katie, Location: A Yorkshire lass in LondonPosted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 8:24 am Ah, so nice of them to consult her about the decision they've made!! Thanks Pimmy - hope Emily gets her wish.
#69: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 9:00 am Agrees with Katie. I do hope they've made the right decision for Emily. Thank you Pim!
#70: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, EnglandPosted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 11:37 am I hope it's that she can make her own choices!
Thanks Pim
Liz
#71: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 7:51 pm Ooooh I can't wait to hear what it is. Thanks Pim.
#72: Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West YorksPosted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 12:06 am Lots of lovely posts to catch up on - thanks Pim
But please can we have the decision very soon?
#73: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern USPosted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 12:27 am *crosses fingers for Emily*
(and hopes she resists if antediluvian parents persist in the arranged marriage deal)
(Impressed that Emily can confine the chalk to just a sleeve!)
#74: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 8:07 am Oh gosh… erm…. Well… stammered Emily after a moment’s silence.
Maybe you should go with them, suggested Rosalind quietly.
Emily looked between her parents and us. Anything you have to say can be said in front of Sharlie and Ros.
There was an awkward silence and I stood up so that I could be more or less on eye level with everybody.
Well, asked Emily, crossing her arms defensively. Rosalind and I exchanged sideways glances across her.
There’s no need to take that tone, her mother began before being interrupted by her father.
Emily, you can stay. We’ll talk to the Archer’s and explain that you’re going to carry on teaching. I daresay that Mrs Archer has a substitute prospective wife for Ben.
I noticed that her father’s eyes were twinkling as though he had found the whole situation a huge joke. But it was then that I noticed her mother’s thunderstruck face, clearly unhappy with the decision to allow Emily to continue her career.
[i]Daddy, do you really mean it, asked Emily in a voice barely above a whisper.
Yes Emily.
She turned to her mother. Mummy?
There was no response form her as she turned away from Emily and I knew that the forthcoming summer holidays would be difficult for the whole family.
It’s all thanks to you, you know, Emily said to me on the last morning of term as we were tidying up the staff room cupboard.
What is?
That I’m staying – or rather that my father managed to persuade my mother that I should.
How so?
She shrugged. I don’t know but you clearly made an impression on him. Look, Sharlie, that whole scheme you cooked up to get my parents out here… it was all a front, wasn’t it?
How… but…
I asked Hilary the other weekend.
Ahh.
But thank you for everything. I’m so glad I’m coming back next term.
I am too, everybody is.
She blushed. Even the Head said so.
She wasn’t letting you go without a fight.
She blushed a brighter shade of red. I never thought… I mean I never even dared hope it could all go this well.
What about your mother?
I don’t know. I guess she’ll come round in time – I just wish I knew how long. But hopefully it won’t be too long; I’d like to think that my father will have talked her round by now. He always approved of my decisions, you know, he just didn’t know how to say so.
I’m glad.
Why don’t you come for a weekend over the hols – if you’re not too busy that is. My father, at least, would love to see you again. I know most of your time’s occupied…
I’m sure I can squeeze you in somewhere in between being used as a babysitter by my sisters and Trixie, not to mention the weddings. I’ll write and let you know. What plans have you got?
I’m going to Ros for a week in August and a week in the Cotswolds with my parents.
You should try and meet up with Kathie – her aunt and uncle are there.
We’ve already talked about it, she replied with a smile. I never thought I’d settle in so well here.
It’s a very friendly school. I couldn’t help but echo the words I had said to Kathie during her first term.
I love it. I can’t bear to think about how it could have all worked out.
Best not to dwell on it, I said gently.
You’re right – as usual!
Not always.
Most of the time you are, though. I couldn’t have asked for a better head of department.
I blushed. Get away with you.
Seriously Sharlie, we’re lucky to have you.
I’m just as lucky to have you.
Hurrah for the Chalet School then?
Absolutely.
#75: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 9:46 am Yay the right decision, well done Emily's Dad. And I hope her Mum will come round soon otherwise life cold be unpleasent at home. It's great to see her so much happier.
Thank you pim.
#76: Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West YorksPosted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 12:35 pm What a relief - hope she manages to have a good summer
#77: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, EnglandPosted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 12:36 pm Oh well done Emily's Dad!
Thanks Pim
*joins in Hurrahs*
Liz
#78: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent, EnglandPosted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 4:05 pm Thanks, Pim. I'm wondering if Sharlie will have a free weekend with the amount she packs in to each holiday! I'm glad Emily is staying at the CS and Colin and Sharlie have talked about having children of their own one day.
#79: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 6:01 pm Awwww!!!!
Yay!!!
So glad Emily can stay! (although her mum does NOT seem happy....)
#80: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 7:31 pm Pleased Emily's father at least has entered the twentieth century.
Thanks Pim.
#81: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 7:39 pm awww I'm glad she's staying
Thanks Pim
#82: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:51 pm Minion here!
I headed straight back to Liverpool where I would be staying for a couple of weeks before going to London for Tash’s wedding. I always knew that no matter how far I travelled home would always be where my sisters and Colin were and that was where I belonged. Sometimes I regretted being so far away from them but the moment I came back it was as though I had never been away. I was glad that Colin and I had been able to put the past behind us; we had talked through what happened but we both knew that there was no point in us dwelling on it. The future was beginning to figure more seriously in our conversations but there was still something which prevented us from taking that final step towards our natural conclusion. We would know when the time was right to knock down that final barrier that seemed to remain between us. I knew we were on all the right footings once more because there was something comforting in our silences. We had learned to read each other once more and at times words were unnecessary to know the other’s deepest thoughts.
It was a muggy July day when I headed south to London for Tash’s wedding. I had arranged to spend a few days with Trixie beforehand so that I would also be able to do some work with Professor Stewart. We were making as much progress on the book as we’d expected and would hopefully have it finished towards Christmas and in for publication in the New Year. I had found it harder to write this time and I wasn’t completely sure why – there were several contributing factors. It had been thirteen years since the awful truth had finally been revealed and maybe now people wanted to close their ears to it. Korea had changed people’s perspectives and in a world increasingly divided by the iron curtain there were new horrors that we had to live with. Communism and the ever present threat of nuclear war were at the forefront of people’s minds. The concerns of the past never ranked as high as the fears of the present and the future.
I pushed my worries to one side for the day to enjoy Tash’s wedding. It was a long awaited day for us all; we had guessed that this would be where it ended for Tash and Josh when they had met five years previously at Trixie’s wedding. The night before the wedding Lily Beth had joined Trixie and I and we had whiled away the night looking at old snaps of our university years. I had my favourite, taken by Will at a second year party. Trixie stood on the end looking almost as though she were trying to escape from the picture with a laughing look on her face. I was next to her, our arms linked whilst I leant forward a little, eyes lowered away from the camera flash but laughing all the same. Lily Beth had jumped between Trixie and I so only her head was visible and the hand of the arm she had around Trixie’s waist. Tash stood on the other end, facing sideways with her chin on my shoulder, her hand clasping mine. I loved the picture simply because it reminded me of the unbroken bond of our friendship. It didn’t matter where life took us, no one could take away our university years and memories. There were parts of those years that Tash would never share with Josh because they belonged to us.
Following the wedding and a few more days work with Professor Stewart, Harriet and I headed up to Liverpool. Her proposed move back home with Martin was going well and they hoped to be in their new house in time for Christmas. I was glad that she, Martin and Daniel would be nearer to the others as we had all missed having her in Liverpool. London had been good for her and had allowed her to grow whilst coming to terms with the past. She had needed to put a distance between herself and the Liverpool which would always remind her of Bridget. None of us would ever forget her, nor indeed would we ever stop blaming ourselves for her death but we had learned to move forward without forgetting the events that had made us the way we were.
#83: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:59 pm Awwww!!!
Thank you Pim and Minion!
That was a lovely post!!!
#84: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, EnglandPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 12:15 pm Thanks minion and Pim
Lots of lovely things happening
Liz
#85: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent, EnglandPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 12:22 pm Thanks, Pim. Please could someone remind me how Trixie and Tash knew each other as Tash was at Trixie's wedding? I didn't think they had met.
#86: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 3:41 pm Thanks Pim and Minion!
#87: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 4:31 pm Thanks minion! Lovely post Pim.
#88: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 7:37 pm The summer’s next even was Aunt Jane and Rupert’s wedding – a day much anticipated by us all. Neither of them had wanted any fuss and the service was to be family only – although with our rapidly expanding family we joked that minimal fuss was really expecting a little much! There was nothing for any of us to do to help organise the wedding apart from Rebecca who was making Sarah’s bridesmaid’s dress. Rupert was easily the more flustered of the pair over the whole affair and Colin was quite often driven to distraction by him. I didn’t argue too much, however, since we were able to spend more time together than we would ordinarily have done. Rebecca and Philip joked that we should be looking to pick up hints for our own wedding. Colin remarked that when the time came we would do things our own way. We had moved from ‘if’ to ‘when’ but we had always known that it would work out that way; there had been no need for us to discuss it, it had been one of those occasions when we hadn’t needed words to communicate.
I stayed at Aunt Jane’s the night before the wedding, sharing Caroline and Louise’s room, to be on hand to help in the morning.
Where’s the bride then?
I looked up from scraping the remains of my porridge into the bin as Rebecca came through the back door with Sarah in tow.
Morning Becca, I grinned. She’s upstairs.
I’ll be right back, sweetheart, she whispered to Sarah, gently kissing the top of her head.
Excited Sarah?
She looked at me, startled and nodded unsurely before climbing on to my knee. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her head in my shoulder as she had so often done when she was younger. Auntie Sharlie?
Yes?
I’m scared.
What of?
What if I fall over? Or get everything wrong?
You won’t.
But I might.
You’re going to walk behind Aunt Jane and your da, and then you’ll sit down with your da and he’ll look after you.
What if da gets it wrong as well?
I resisted the urge to grin. Then he’ll be in trouble with your mam – which I think he might want to avoid. Sarah chuckled and tightened her arms around my neck. I returned the hug for a few moments as I reflected on how grown up my eldest niece now was. Come on you, I said eventually. Your dress is upstairs, you’d best go and get ready.
She smiled, nodded and slid off my knee, holding her hand out to me. Taking it, I had to wonder where exactly the last nine years had gone since I had left St Monica’s. I had only just turned nineteen when Sarah had been born and there were times when I scarcely recognised the girl I had been then.
I sat between Rebecca and Elizabeth in the church, with Harriet on the other side of Elizabeth as we watched Aunt Jane become the second Mrs Rupert Graham. I was glad for her to have found her happy ending. I had been thirteen years old when we had first met her following mam’s death and we had come a long way in the intervening fifteen years. I still remembered the sour faced woman who had met us off the train on that April day in 1943 but not a trace of her remained in the Aunt Jane I knew now. She would never take the place of my parents but the relationship we had almost bordered on that of mother and daughter. As I watched her exchange her vows with Rupert I couldn’t help but wonder how different it could have all been had my parents survived the war. I would never be completely reconciled to their deaths but this was one of those occasions when I came close to it.
Carry her over the water
And set her down under the tree
Where the culvers white all day and all night
And the winds from every quarter
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.
Put a gold ring on her finger
And press her close to your heart
While the fish their snapshot take
And the frog, that sanguine singer
Sings agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.
The streets shall all flock to your marriage
The houses turn round to look
The tables and the chairs say suitable prayers
And the horses drawing your carriage
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.
W H Auden
#89: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent, EnglandPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 7:46 pm Thanks, Pim. I can't believe how quickly the years have gone by!
#90: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 9:50 pm Lovely poem there - sums it up perfectly - thanks Pim.
#91: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, EnglandPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 10:16 pm Lovely
Thanks Pim
Liz
#92: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern USPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 10:37 pm Beautiful, Pim!
Thank you.
#93: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 9:23 am With the weddings over I was able to look forward to a relaxing fortnight at Tish’s to finish off August. I always looked forward to the two weeks that we were able to spend together. Lucy had finally finished her thesis at the end of summer term and had accepted a teaching position at St Hilda’s. She had debated moving elsewhere but had decided against it since Oxford had been her home so long. Tish was being coy about a certain young man who she had been on more than a few dates with after Nicole accidentally let it slip to Lucy and I. For Nicole’s part she suited married life and was working hard on her first novel which she hoped to complete by Christmas. Tish reminded us that it had been four summers since we had made our predictions as to where we would be five years down the line. It had been the summer that Annie and Mark had died and in so many ways it was like a completely different life. It seemed so strange to think back to that afternoon we had spent on the beacj guessing where the future would take us.
Auntie Sharlie?
I looked over the top of my book to see Samantha in the doorway of the small sitting room. You’re supposed to be in bed.
I know. But I wanted to ask you something. She crossed over to where I was curled up in the window seat and sat beside me. Do you ever miss them?
Miss who, I asked, slipping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to me.
Your mummy and daddy.
Of course I do sweetheart.
Good, she muttered, snuggling a little closer to me. Auntie Sharlie?
Yes?
I… I heard Auntie Nicole and Uncle Lawrie talking. I didn’t mean to… Auntie Nicole hadn’t been well…
I didn’t know that.
Samantha shook her head. She didn’t tell anyone.
Oh.
But I heard them talking and Uncle Lawrie said it was okay because they still had me but Auntie Nicole said that it wasn’t the same as having her own. She was crying and… I don’t think they want me any more, Auntie Sharlie, they only want their own baby.
I realised what must have happened. No, that’s not true, Samantha.
She stared up at me, her eyes filling with tears. I wish mummy and daddy hadn’t died.
I know you do, I murmured, stroking her hair.
If they hadn’t then Auntie Nicole and Lawrie would be able to have their own baby without worrying about me. She scrubbed her eyes fiercely on the sleeve of her nightdress.
Auntie Nicole and Uncle Lawrie do want you, sweetheart, but sometimes when bad things happen then we say things we don’t mean.
I want them to have a baby ‘cause it’ll be like having a brother or sister. But I don’t want them to be upset about it. Do you think… she got no further as the door opened and Nicole walked in.
You were in bed, she said to Samantha.
I know, but I wanted to ask Auntie Sharlie something and I’ve done it now. Good night Auntie Sharlie, [i]she kissed my cheek and slid off the window seat into Nicole’s arms. [i]Night Auntie Nicole.
Was she okay, Nicole asked as the door closed behind Samantha.
She… Nicole, I’m so sorry about… about the baby, I whispered. Samantha overheard something you and Lawrie said; I put two and two together… Nicole’s face fell. She thinks you don’t want her any more.
I… but… she…
I know it’s not true, Nic.
She smiled. It made me realise how much she means to me.
Tell her, she needs to be reassured.
I know. I just… I suppose I’ve been a bit hopeless since…
She trailed off and I crossed the room to hug her. I knew what she was trying to say. We would never talk about it again but in those few moments we understood each other perfectly.
#94: Author: Cazx, Location: Swansea/BristolPosted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 9:41 am Oh how sad
#95: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent, EnglandPosted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 9:46 am Thanks, Pim. I'm glad Sharlie was able to find the right words for Samantha and Nicole.
#96: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 10:37 am The weddings were lovely, and I love the fact that fro Colin and Sharlie it's now 'when' rather than 'if'. But poor Nicole and Laurie. How sad.
#98: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 1:39 pm Aaaaaaw nooo!!!
*hugs Nicole and Lawrie and Samantha*
#99: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 10:40 pm Oh Pim!
I'm so glad Nicole and Lawrie have Samantha though
#100: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 8:32 am *
I caught the train back to school with Peggy who, like Tish, was now enjoying the attentions of a certain nice young man in her life. Peggy had been dropping aggravating hints since Christmas but it had only been in one of her letters over the summer that the whole story had come out. Simon Harper had been one of many eligible young bachelors that her sister, Mary, had insisted on introducing her to. Mary’s persistence had finally paid off. Unfortunately for Peggy she was set to endure our teasing for the entire length of term but it was only because we were happy for her. I always enjoyed coming back to school although with every passing term I was only too aware that one day it would be my final return to the Chalet School. It was a thought I pushed to the back of my mind as I settled down to another term’s teaching and the challenges it would bring.
The first half term was relatively quiet, privately, however, we all agreed that it was far too good to last. The weekend before half term I found myself free and decided to head to Geneva to stay with Anna, Guillaume and their newly adopted daughter, Sara Charlotte. It had taken more paperwork and bother than Anna and Guillaume liked to think about in order for them to have adopted Sara, but she was now theirs and that was the important fact. Julia and Michel were unable to join us for the weekend as their second child was due at Christmas and Julia was in no fit state to travel.
It was unusually warm on the Saturday so I had gone to sit in the garden for an hour to do some proof reading. I had taken Sara in her pram and as gently rocking her back and forth with my foot as I read.
Sharlie, tu es là.
Anna’s voice broke my thoughts. I said I was coming outside to do some work. I laid the papers I had been reading down on the table as Anna sat beside me.
The book is going well, she asked, peering over at the papers I had been reading.
I nodded. It’s almost finished.
She smiled and stood to check on Sara who was lying contentedly in her pram. I’m glad Sara will have you. You’ll be able to explain so much better than I.
You’ll tell her about the war?
I don’t know; but I can hardly hide this. She clasped her arm where I knew her number from Auschwitz was tattooed. One day she will see it and she will ask me. I’d hide it from her but that would be denying what happened. She has changed my life though. I only wish that I’d been able to have those first weeks with her.
What do you know of her real parents?
Her mother was unmarried, only 21, a student at the university. She refused to name Sara’s father. I would have liked to have been able to contact her to reassure her that her baby will be fine with Guillaume and I, but… it would not be fair. When Sara is older we will tell her the truth and if she wants to try and find her real mother then we will not stop her. Sara has a right to know who she is by birth as well as by adoption.
It can’t have been an easy decision.
No, it wasn’t, but we know it is the right one for Sara and for us.
I leant forward and took Sara from her pram as she began to stir. She’ll be a credit to her parents.
Which ones, asked Anna with a laugh.
I grinned in reply. All of them.
I just wish my family could see her. Guillaume’s family will all come and visit but mine… She stopped. But I have you, Julia, Sara and Esther. I am not alone and I know how lucky I am to have you all. She smiled. You are my family. Perhaps now we have Sara, though, we can leave the city and bring her up in the country. We’ll stay in Switzerland of course, but maybe move nearer to Belfort. But we’ll see, it’s all in the future and I value the present too much.
#101: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 10:45 am Thank you pim. How lovely to see Anna being so positive and so happy.
#103: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent, EnglandPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 12:02 pm Thanks, Pim. I'm glad Sara has such supportive parents.
#104: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 6:00 pm Thanks Pim, so sad about Nicole - hope she can reassure Samantha.
#105: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSWPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 1:14 am Lovely poignant posts and oh, that sense of time passing so inexorably.
#106: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:11 am The weather completely turned during the second half of term and we found ourselves housebound for the vast majority of the time, much to our despair. When the weather finally cleared I made relieved arrangements to visit Biddy for the evening to catch up. Unfortunately the days confined indoors had led to boredom and mischievousness on the part of the Juniors as I discovered that evening as I was tidying some things into their common room cupboard before Abendessen. The door shutting behind the last of them caused the door to the cupboard to shut, leaving me stuck inside with no visible means of escape as it could only be shut from the outside. After a few minutes shouting and banging on the door I was forced to resign myself to my fate and managed to sit in a very cramped ball contenting myself with the knowledge that the alarm would eventually be raised when I didn’t turn up at Biddy’s. As I sat in the darkness, for the first time I began to truly appreciate the advantages being small and skinny had in that I just fitted nicely in the cupboard. I suppose I must have dozed off at some point because I was suddenly startled by a loud crash outside the cupboard and the sound of a voice I knew only too well.
Nancy, I shouted, pounding on the door. There was a moment’s silence.
Sharlie? I heard the handle rattling. I think it’s jammed. Kath, you’d best get Gaudenz and let everyone know she’s okay. Sharlie, you mook, what are you doing in there?
Well it’s not by choice, I retorted furiously.
I gathered as much, she chuckled in reply.
I was tidying up after the Juniors…
Do you always stand IN the cupboard to do that?
Yes, it makes life easier, I fit quite nicely. I won’t be doing it again in a hurry though. I suppose when they went out for Abendessen the door must have caused a breeze and made this one shut.
But that doesn’t explain why I can’t open the door.
N-oo. I suppose the little monkeys have been playing with the lock. Nance, what time is it?
21 hours. We’d have come to look for you earlier only we assumed you’d gone to Biddy for Abendessen. It wasn’t until she rang up and asked where you were that we… She broke off as I began giggling. Have you gone totally insane in there?
No, I was just thinking about the time that Matey got locked in the bathroom. At least this time you won’t have to come up with an excuse about why you were prowling the corridors in the small hours!
Charlotte Andrews! I do not prowl! Sneak, yes, I admit to that occasionally – or stealthing as Kathie is wont to call it – but I do not prowl. Kathie’s always aware of me coming to visit.
I don’t suppose she’d argue if you surprised her though.
I’d like to think not. However, this is hardly the time or the place to be discussing such things.
I cautiously eased myself to my feet. What did Biddy say when she rang up?
She just demanded to know why the Head felt the urge to overwork you and keep you from her.
Nobody noticed I was missing at Abendessen?
I told you we assumed you’d gone to have it at Biddy’s. I know you told us you were going after… I wonder where Kath’s got to.
I wish she’d hurry; I’m getting awfully cramped in here. I’ve slept in more luxurious places.
You slept in there?
A little, there wasn’t much else I could do.
You poor thing, still we’ll have you out in no time… I think, that’s definitely footsteps!
So long as it isn’t everyone coming to have a good laugh at me.
It was a few moments later when I tumbled out, in the greatest relief, into Kathie’s waiting arms. My joints were stiff and achey from the cramped cupboard and I was glad of a hot bath before falling into bed with a hot water bottle. We agreed that nobody else need know the full extent of my escapade, and fortunately, somehow, we managed to keep it that way.
#107: Author: Katie, Location: A Yorkshire lass in LondonPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:17 am Like the stealthing reference there, Pimbles! Poor Sharlie.
#108: Author: Ally, Location: Jack Maynard's Dressing Room!!Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:30 am *giggles muchly*
Thank you Pimmy, poor Sharlie
#109: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:43 am *much giggling* Poor Sharlie.
Thank you pim!
#110: Author: Squirrel, Location: St-Andrews or DunfermlinePosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 9:40 am I think that is one of the few times when a staff escapade didnt turn into yet another legend, whether by book or by pupils getting hold of the tale. Thanks Pim.
#111: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, EnglandPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 12:38 pm Poor Sharlie! I'm glad she didn't have to spend the whole night there!
Thanks Pim
Liz
#112: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent, EnglandPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 1:30 pm Thanks, Pim. I'm glad Sharlie was found before too long.
#113: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 2:01 pm Poor Sharlie!
At least it was Kathie and Nancy who found her.
#114: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 4:12 pm *sniggers*
Thank you Pim!!!
That was a wonderful post!!!!
#115: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 6:08 pm 'Stealthing' - love it!
#116: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSWPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 11:57 pm Great fun!! (sniggering!)
#117: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:08 am I was glad of the holidays, more so because my first step en route to Liverpool was a night in Belfort visiting Julia, Michel, Charlotte and four day old Anna-Claire. From there I headed to London to stay with Trixie and see Professor Stewart. Sara and Pedro were due to move to London in the New Year with his new job. Sara had already come back from Paris as their first baby was due in March and Pedro had wanted her out of the stress of the move. They were staying with Robert and Esther until they had managed to find somewhere to live. In spite of all the friends I had down in London it felt strange not being able to drop in on Harriet as well. She and Martin had moved back to Liverpool in November and were quite happily settled.
Colin had taken me to the Lake District for the day two days before Christmas. He was doing a commission for a magazine and had asked me along to ‘hold things and generally make myself useful’. It was dark when we left and after a while Colin pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car.
What are you doing, I asked as he opened my door and pulled me out.
You always complain that you don’t get to see the stars in Liverpool, he replied, kissing me gently.
It’s so pretty, I whispered as we huddled together on a rock staring up at the sky. Look, I pointed. Shooting star, make a wish.
He screwed up his face for a second. When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are… he sang quietly.
What did you wish?
Not telling, it won’t come true otherwise.
I shrugged. Fair enough.
He wrapped his arm around me and I snuggled a bit closer. What are you doing the rest of your life?
I… well… it depends.
Do you want to spend it with me?
You know I do, I whispered.
Sharlie… I… oh, I wasn’t going to ask this now… I wanted to do it all properly, but… oh, sod it.
What?
Shh. He laid a finger over my lips before sliding off the rock and sinking to one knee in front of me. Sharlie, I’m not doing the whole speech thing again, but… he took my hands. Will you marry me?
I smiled. Of course I will.
I helped him to his feet and we stood a while under the stars wrapped in each other’s arms. Neither of us spoke; there was nothing to say, we knew that this was where we were going.
That was my wish, he said eventually. That shooting star, I wished that you’d say yes.
You knew I’d say yes.
I know, but I just needed a quick boost. I’m sorry I haven’t a ring – I wasn’t going to ask today.
It doesn’t matter. I know and you know – what else matters?
I didn’t think you’d want your old one.
I shook my head. No, it… there would be too many bad memories. I felt his arms tighten around me. But nothing will come between us ever again. I love you.
I love you too,
How about this summer?
What?
The wedding, no point in hanging around waiting, is there? I only need to give a term’s notice at school and I can do that when I get back and leave at the end of summer term.
Are you sure?
Of course I’m sure. I don’t deny that it will be hard work giving it up but I’m ready for a new challenge now. Besides, the world’s changing and in a few years time I may be able to be a wife, mother and school mistress. There are plenty of good schools in Liverpool.
He grinned. You just want to have your cake and eat it.
Absolutely. But I won’t worry about the future just yet; there’s too much to enjoy about the present. Carpe Diem.
We stood in silence for a little while longer.
I’d better take you home or they’ll be thinking I’ve run away with you.
I grinned. I wish you would.
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you.
If your heart is in your dreams
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do.
Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true.
#118: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:55 am Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Hooray!
Thank you pim. Looking forward to all the reactions - especially to a wedding in the summer!
#119: Author: Katie, Location: A Yorkshire lass in LondonPosted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 9:23 am Huzzah! You are going to let it all go smoothly this time, right?
#120: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent, EnglandPosted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 2:37 pm Thanks, Pim. Yes! Yes! Yes! Sharlie and Colin are getting married next summer!!!
#121: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeriesPosted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 3:11 pm Ooooooh yippeeee!
*ponders*
we are at the right point of CS chronology right? I mean....coming up for Prefects so she can leave?
#122: Author: tan, Location: London via Newcastle AustraliaPosted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 5:56 pm Yay!!
I think we are one or two terms past prefects now?
#123: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, KentPosted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 7:58 pm Wonderful - and about time!
Thanks Pim.
#124: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSWPosted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 10:46 pm Lovely!! Especially his introductory speech!
#125: Author: Miss Di, Location: Newcastle, NSWPosted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 2:36 am Luffly Pim. I hope you are hiding this bit of story from Georgia.
#126: Author: pim, Location: Helmel HampsterPosted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 9:04 am I didn’t see Colin again until Christmas Day, having been summoned to Elizabeth’s on Christmas Eve for the day. I had struggled to sit on the news of our engagement but I had promised Colin that I wouldn’t say anything until he was there. Christmas Day was its usual riotous, children centred affair with Sarah, Jack, Claire, Peter and Daniel ruling the roost. I noticed that Rebecca was being quieter than usual; she was looking tired as well but I couldn’t get her alone for long enough to ask what was the matter. The reason, however, came to light over dinner quite by chance. Rebecca and I had been volunteered for table clearing duty and she dropped the gravy boat with a resounding crash as we were leaving the dining room.
Becca, are you alright, I asked anxiously, putting down the plates I was carrying and hurrying over to her.
I’m fine… I… she began, staring blankly at the gravy boat. Eliz, I’m sorry, I’ll…
Elizabeth looked up from where she had been tending to Peter who had begun crying. Don’t be silly, she retorted. You’ll do no such thing. I’ll clear up the pieces in a minute, you and Sharlie just concentrate on getting the table cleared.
Are you sure you’re okay, I asked as I crouched down to pick up some of the bigger pieces.
I… yes… she stammered as Philip raised an eyebrow and nodded. She sighed and then grinned. Okay, I suppose I ought to tell you, we’re expecting another baby.
The broken gravy boat lay forgotten as we all rushed to congratulate Rebecca and Philip. Sarah, Jack and Claire sat happily amidst the chaos and noise telling us all excitedly about their new sibling to be.
Since we’re making announcements, I began as we quietened down a little. Colin, now standing next to me slipped his arm around my waist and gave me a reassuring squeeze. I, we, have one to make as well. Everybody stopped and stared. Colin and I, we’re engaged.
About time, grinned Elizabeth and we all laughed.
When did this happen, asked Rupert.
Two days ago, I mumbled, blushing.
No ring, remarked Rebecca as she took my hand.
It was a spur of the moment thing, replied Colin as I noticed a look flicker across Rupert’s face that said he was up to no good.
I had gone to Rupert and Aunt Jane’s the following day to see Colin where Rupert announced that he had something for us. Curious, we followed him upstairs to his and Aunt Jane’s room where he took something from the dresser drawer and handed it to Colin.
Father… I… it’s… he stammered.
It was your mother’s, he explained. I want you to have it for Sharlie.
I frowned. What is it? Colin held out a small box to me, in it lay a gold ring set with three small diamonds. I gasped.
It might be a bit big for you, said Rupert. But I wanted you to have Alice’s ring.
Alice, I asked feeling a little taken aback.
My mother.
I never knew.
Shh. Colin silenced me by sliding the ring on to my finger. It’s a tiny bit big but I can get that sorted before you go back to school.
I twisted my hand, watching the light catch the stones. Rupert, it’s beautiful. I… I don’t know what to say.
Thank you? He asked teasingly, his eyes twinkling.
Th… thank you, I stammered, smiling.
I wanted you to have Alice’s ring last time but Colin plotted in secret so I didn’t get the chance. This time I assumed you wouldn’t be wanting your old ring.
I shook my head and Colin took my hand. I couldn’t.
I know that you two will be as happy as Alice and I. You were meant to be. Take care of the ring, Sharlie, and take care of Sharlie, Colin.
~Don’t urge me to leave you or turn back from you. Where you go, I will go and where you stay, I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die and there I will be buried. May the Lord deal with me, be it ever so severely if anything but death separates you and me~ Ruth 1: 16-17
#127: Author: Nell, Location: London, EnglandPosted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 9:29 am