Sunday, December 22, 2019

HANDBELL PRACTICE



On Sundays, Jane and Leah sometimes went to St. Anne’s Episcopal Church.  Jane, having come from one of the most austere periods in Anglican history, was at first startled by St. Anne’s High Church ceremony and ritual, but she quickly came to love all the “smells and bells.”  At Christmas, the girls were asked to be in the new handbell choir.

The choir mistress had a friend in Boston, a Mrs. Shurcliff, who had started an English handbell choir two years earlier.  Inspired by this, the choir mistress had ordered a set of handbells for the church, and on Christmas Eve, during the Festival of Lessons and Carols, the handbell choir would make its debut, and accompany “Oh Come All Ye Faithful” and “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing”.

 
Jane and Leah wanted some more practice, and so rehearsed just their parts, accompanied by Liesel Elizabeth, before heading off to church.  This was sure to be the beginning of a new tradition at St. Anne’s.

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Thanksgiving Reconciliation


Since there were thirteen girls living in the Big House by the Park, they couldn’t all fit into the dining room at once, so they had Thanksgiving Dinner in two shifts of four and one of five.  Gila, Julia, and Leah were setting the table for their shift.

“Where is Jane?" asked Julia, “Isn’t she having dinner with us?”

“You know how she gets at Thanksgiving,” Leah replied, “Having known Puritans, she dislikes the celebrating of the puritanical Separatists that is part and parcel of this holiday.”

“But there is to Thanksgiving so much more,” put in Gila, “One group of religious fanatics may have it started, but now it is a holiday to celebrate everyone who to this country came, freedom to find.  It is the holiday of the immigrants.”   

Julia sighed, “I’m just afraid she’s up to something again.”

 
The door burst open and Jane strode boldly into the room.  “Happy Thanksgiving!” she yelled.

The others were shocked.  “What is this, Jane?” asked Julia, “I thought you didn’t want anything to do with Seventeenth Century puritanical denominations of any stripe, yet here you are, wearing our Pilgrim Girl costume.”

 
“Exactly!” said Jane, “This is not the authentic, historic raiment of a Plymouth Colony Separatist, but the dress-up costume of a Thanksgiving Pilgrim.  No more out of shape will I bend, or get all broygez about Puritans, be they Anglican, Separatist, Presbyterian, or whatever.  I am reconciled to the fact that the traditional imagery and the story of the First Thanksgiving are symbolic rather than factual, and I will be happy to play dress-up and play-pretend on this day!

 
“And I agree with Gila that this is the holiday of the immigrants, and all those who came here hoping for a better life.  I, myself, am such an one, though my coming here was not of my own volition.   I am thankful that I am here in this loving household, and not back home with my father, who, when I left, was already keeping a sharp lookout for a well-heeled bigwig to marry me to when I turned twelve.  I’m starving!  When do we eat?” 

“Pretty soon, “said Julia, “But since we set the table, you get to clear it afterwards.”









Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Fairies at Piney Point

 Samantha and Julia were spending the week up at Piney Point and decided to go exploring farther than any of the girls had gone before.  They set out through the woods bright and early.

 
They went along the shore of Goose Lake, past Mount Charlotte and Mount George, and went up the slope of the unnamed mountain beyond it.
 
They crossed through a narrow pass and descended the far side.  At the bottom of a deep valley they found a rushing stream across their path.  Not wanting to turn back so soon they took off their shoes and stockings and waded across the swift running stream.

 
On the far side they noticed the opening of a cave right in front of them.

“I don’t remember seeing this cave before we crossed the stream,” said Julia. “It is very strange.”

“Perhaps we were too focused on taking off our shoes, or it was hidden behind shrubbery,” said Samantha.

“I see light at the end,” said Julia, “Let’s see where this tunnel leads!”

“If you’re sure it’s safe,” said Samantha, cautiously.

 
They came out the other side of the tunnel and found themselves in a steep, narrow ravine, the walls of which were covered with moss and strange twisted roots grew over the boulders.

 
“There’s something uncanny about this place,” said Julia, “I can sense it.”

“You’re just tired from this long hike,” suggested Samantha.

“No, I’m not,” Julia went on, “My studies in Theosophy have convinced me that there are other worlds, unseen, all around us; maybe nested like the layers of an onion, or all jumbled together like jackstraws.  There are thin places between the worlds where they touch, and I think we may have passed through one of them.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Samantha was openly skeptical, “You just need to sit and rest for a minute.”

 
They went on and came to a place where the wall of the ravine was pocked with holes and crevasses.

“The other-worldly feeling is getting stronger,” said Julia with mounting alarm, “I get the feeling we are being watched.”

“Well, I’m watching you,” said Samantha, giggling.

 
Little did they realize how right Julia was!

 
“The sheer gall of these human girls entering our realm unbidden!” said one fairy to the other, “We must teach them a lesson in manners!”

“The red-head suspects we are here,” said the second, “and could see us easily if she tried, but the brunette doesn’t believe in us and we’d have to make an effort to show ourselves.”

“Neither one is carrying any iron about their persons . . .”

“They cannot harm us!  We fairies cannot abide iron.”

“They haven’t eaten any food we have offered them . . . “

“We haven’t offered them any.”

“Right.  So, we cannot keep them here against their will, but we can work mischief on them!”

“Let’s do it!”

 
The two fairies manifested themselves.  The girls shrieked in surprise and fright.

“How dare you enter our realm without permission?!”  The first fairy’s voice was high and squeaky but had an effect on the girls like nails on a blackboard.

“You must be taught a lesson!”  squeaked the other one.

“Let’s get them!” screamed the first.

 
The fairies flew at them, buzzing like angry dragonflies.  The girls shrieked and ran, not knowing which way to turn.

 
The next thing the girls knew, they were sitting on a high ledge atop a steep cliff.  They had no idea how they had gotten there, or what had become of their hats.

“I know where we are,” said Julia, “I remember seeing this ledge on our way up the mountain.  The trail home is right down there.”

“Now all we have to do is figure out how to get down to it.”

 
The girls staggered back to Piney Point before dark.

“None of the other girls will believe us when we tell them this adventure,” said Samantha.

“Oh, I don’t know” responded Julia, “Jane and Gila probably believe in fairies, and little Clarice certainly does.  And Kelly understands about the thin places between the worlds.”

“So, we should warn them against going there again,” said Samantha.

“Or at least make sure they carry some iron with them if they do!”