Changing Seasons. Summer VI, part 1

Summer VI, part 1 “So if the three of us start on the garden,” Grandpa Geo said briskly. “And we’ll let those scruffs over there…”
“Hey, I heard that!” Old Tench called.
“…take a look round the inside, see what needs doing there.”
“Sounds good to me,” Bess agreed. May was looking over all the tools and plants that Bess and Grandpa Geo had brought with them. “Scruffy! Humph! I call our clothin’ real practical,” Old Tench said, but he was laughing too. “Did that Clara paint your mailbox?”
Ludo nodded. “She said everyone was doing it now that there’s a real postal delivery happening here.”
“Thought so. She’s real fond of that colour. Shall we take a look-see at the inside and find out what needs doin’? Bend our great brains to the task?”
“Great brains!” Bess muttered, quite audibly, as she, May and Grandpa Geo headed to the back of the house. “Looking at those holes, I think we’re going to be replacing the floor all through. I don’t want to be forever patching up.”
Old Tench nodded sagely. “Best to be doin’ a job properly once.”
“A stitch in time saves nine,” Artie said promptly.
“Many a battle were lost fer the want of a horse-shoe nail…” Old Tench and Artie were obviously set to go with ancient proverbs.
“Anyway…” Ludo said firmly, calling the meeting back to order. “So what do you want to do with the garden, May?”
“I’d like some soft fruit for bottling and jam making. And som herbs too, for cooking. No vegetables though – they’re hard work really. And flowers. I really want flowers.” “You are going to keep this though, aren’t you, May?” Bess was mounting the steps to the little summerhouse. “I’ve got so many good memories of summer afternoons here when we were young. Ludo’s mother made the most amazing scones, cookies, you name it. I still use some of her recipes.” “I don’t see why we can’t rescue those cupboards,” Artie was saying. “What do you think, Tom?”
“Lookin’ okay from the outside, but I’d need to put my head inside them. Reckon the fridge has had it though.” “Well, I’d say we’ve got a long way today,” Bess said with satisfaction.
“And we’ll get further tomorrow,” Grandpa Geo said, from where he was planting up the start of the fruit bed. “We’ll get this fenced, get a path laid and then think about where you want your fruit trees Georgie says that she’s going into Newborough with Blake day after tomorrow, so Blake can pick some out for you. He’s a good judge of plants by now. Now let’s go and see what those chatterboxes indoors have done.” The old house hadn’t sounded so lively for ages, with three conversations going on at once.
“So what’s happening with Vic, then?” Grandpa Geo asked Ludo.
“Well, he’s got a job in Newborough. He’s going to do that while they get the old bank manager’s house fixed up – they’ve bought it, and they’re moving here at the end of the girls’ school year – and he’ll go on working in Newborough until we get a clinic built here and a phone mast up, and then he’ll come and be our local doctor!” “So Lachlan spotted this stove in one of the junkyards in Newborough, while he was hunting for useful stuff for his sculptures. He reckons he can fix it up no problem, and it’s just what May wants for preserving and so on. Would you be willing to go with him to fetch it? Marcus says you can have the truck and Pierre as well: it’s old-fashioned and kind of heavy!” Bess smiled at Old Tench, confident that he would be willing to help if he could.
“Course I’ll be willin’. Long as there’s some home-made preserves in it for me!” “Artie, we’re so grateful to you for putting us up. Though I do feel a bit bad about putting your blue-haired lodger out!”
“No need to be,” Grandpa Geo chipped in from behind May. “Blake’s putting him up. And since my Georgie helped Blake civilise the house, he’s not sleeping in a barn any more. Not sure what the two of them make of each other though. Blake and Byron, I mean, not Blake and my Georgie…” “These are starting to look amazing!”
Artie beamed with pleasure. “We’ve done okay, haven’t we?”
“You’ve done fantastically! The kitchen’s going to look so nice soon.” A week’s hard work – “and hard talkin’ too” Old Tench pointed out – had made a huge difference to both garden and house. “That yellow paint’s real cheerful,” Bess said to Ludo.
“May wanted it. I wasn’t so sure at first, but it’s not bad, is it?” Ludo said as he worked on the sprinkler system that was going to save them lugging cans of water to the plants. “The mesh is here for that kitchen door, so I’ll get that fixed today.”
“And then we’ll get that kitchen fitted and up and running. How’s that bathroom doing?”
“Plumber’s coming tomorrow, and he'll do the kitchen plumbing at the same time.” “This room’s so different now!”
“Yes, isn’t it?” May laughed.
“I must say,” Bess said, getting a bit more serious now that they were just two women alone together. “I’m real glad you two are moving back here. It really makes this town feel like it’s coming alive again. Or maybe waking up again. Bit like Sleeping Beauty. New people moving in is great, but you need someone who remembers the stories, the people that came before as well.” “Speaking of which," May said, "I had Grandpa Geo’s Georgie round the other day, picking my brains until they were empty! She’s doing a great job with all those old newspapers, finding stories and sorting out who’s who. I think she’ll be settling here for sure. That’s a job for life! She’s talking about putting it all on line once we have a mast and an internet connection and a phone signal…” “Oh good, I’m not late. Just let me get changed and I’ll give you a hand.”
Georgie looked round Blake’s kitchen with no little satisfaction. They’d done a good (and economical!) job on this between them.
“No rush,” Blake said peaceably. “It’s a salad – it won’t go cold.” “So did you enjoy your dance session, then?” Blake asked. “Who else was there? Apart from you and Lucie and Amber and Honey?”
“Chas,” Georgie said. “Trying to get fit enough to run faster than Frank! Honey told him he hadn’t a hope and he growled at her.” “What is it with that Chas guy and his growling?” Byron asked plaintively. “I mean I’d love to see the stud, see how Old Pete’s offspring are doing. Heck, I’d be happy to muck out for free. And all I get from him is black looks and stay away from here, and keep away from my sister, like I’m some kind of…”
“Blue haired monster?” Georgie finished sweetly. Byron was fun to tease and took it in very good part. “Nice one, Georgie! But you’re right. Monster it is. Or ogre.”
And I really did like Chas’s sister, that one time I met her, Byron thought. She was so intriguing. And I haven’t seen her since – Chas must have told her to stay away from the bookshop.
“His sister doesn’t look much like him, does she?” he said aloud.
“Sal?” Blake said, surprised. “I think they look very alike. Same dark hair…”
“She was blonde,” Byron said. “Blonde, and one of those spiky, fascinating personalities…”
“That’s not Sal,” Georgie said. “That sounds like Clara.”
Byron paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. “That wasn’t Chas’s sister?”
“Sal’s small, as dark as Chas, just about to turn eighteen. Does that sound like the girl you met?” Blake’s tone was carefully neutral. “He’s fallen for Clara?” Blake said incredulously, putting his arm round Georgie after Byron had gone upstairs. “What dreadful thing has he done in his past to deserve that fate?” “Someone should tell Chas and he can quit the scowling and muttering,” Georgie said, and just as quickly corrected herself. “No, we can’t do that, can we?”
She leant back against Blake, enjoying is closeness. The friendship that had started with helping him to turn his barn into a home had ripened and deepened into something much more. Blake kissed her. “Shall we tell Grandpa Geo about us then?”
“Yes. Yes, I think we’re ready to do that.” They’d not told anyone about their feelings for each other yet, both wanting to be sure that this wasn’t just some flash in the pan thing. “He’ll be very happy," Georgie went on. "He was worried that me coming here with him was going to spoil my life, limit it. And instead I’ve found a job I love – and you.”
“And you’re not worried about moving out of that house anymore?”
“No. He’s so much better. This climate has made all the difference. And he’s happy – he’s got old friends around him. And I will be close enough to drop in every day. There’s going to be a doctor in the town and we have our amazing telephone system…” I came in here in search of – well, it was a fantasy really, thought Blake. A fantasy of finding my grandparents’ farm waiting for me, just as it was in the old photographs in that album. But instead I’ve found something real, and she’s right next to me. So Georgie’s engaged to Blake! Which sort of surprises me, because I really like Georgie and she’s got plenty of get up and go. Whereas Blake’s a bit – well, romantic. As in over-romantic. All that stuff about finding his grandparents’ farm just as it used to be. And then he fell for Maddie Hatter’s lies, the sob story she spun him, and nearly dropped me right in it.
Actually, maybe Georgie’s just who he needs on second thoughts. Someone to keep him anchored to reality a bit. And it is nice to see her so happy.
Talking of needing someone – there’s someone I really don’t need! But I can’t find any good reason to push him away. And here he comes again.
Well, okay, it is useful having another pair of hands around when I’ve got Patience’s three here. They are one person’s work and then some, and I totally get why Patience needs a break. Especially when she’s got a load of sewing to do. And he is good with the children. Justin really likes him. And I can’t help being curious…
“How come you’re so good with children?”
“Cousins. I have a lot of them, of all ages. And I spent a lot of time at their houses.”
No wonder he’s so self-confident. He obviously grew up in one of these big extended families, where they all lived near each other and ran in and out of each other’s houses. They probably had family picnics and big family Christmas get-togethers, and looked out for each other… “There you are, Justin! You did it! You sat on the potty and did a wee-wee. Who’s the hero, then? Who’s the potty-hero now?” I have to say, he hits the right note with Justin. Who is scarily like his older brother, Barnabas. Mercy likes it a bit quieter: I just said, “Well done, darling.” And gazed right into her eyes, so she could see how much I loved her. “By the way,” Byron said over his shoulder as he entertained Justin some more. “I’m doing a discount on books for local businesses – art books for the art gallery and recipe books for the bakery so far – so you’d qualify for one on pre-school picture books.”
My instincts to refuse anything he was offering me – I do not want to be indebted to him – clashed head-on with my business instincts, and I was at a loss as to what to say. Which is a rarity for me, in case you didn’t know or hadn’t noticed. There was a sticky silence.
“Well, let me know,” he said pleasantly after a moment or two.
“Er, yes. Um, thanks.” And that made me mad with him too, for wrong-footing me so. Come on, Clara. Get your act together. Be professional.
“Yes. Thank you. I’ll have to look at my spreadsheets, my financial forecasting. And thank you for dropping by as well. Patience was saying how much she appreciates Justin having male role models in his life too.”
What Patience had also said was “…as long as Justin doesn’t end up wanting to paint his hair blue in imitation of his hero.” And actually, I did appreciate his end-of-day drop in: this was always the hardest bit of the day.
“No problem,” Byron said easily.



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Changing Seasons. Spring VI, part 3

Spring VI, part 3. “I’ll drop you here by the church and we’ll go on to the art gallery then. When do you want me to come back for you?”
“Oh, give us at least three hours. We don’t walk as fast as we used to.”
“Won’t you get hungry?”
“Your mother’s thought of that! We’ve got sandwiches and water with us.”
“And probably a pop-up tent and sleeping bags…Grandma always has everything you could ever need in that bag of hers!” “Well, this is looking good. And that new stained glass is impressive. Want to look inside?”
“If we’ve got time later. Let’s go up the road first.”
“You sure about this, May?”
“Yes. Yes, I am. I think.” “Oh my.” That was Ludo, who’d pushed open the door and gone in first. “Oh my, indeed.” May wasn’t stupid. She’d known that their old home wouldn’t look the same. At all. But she still brushed away a tear as she looked at it.
“There’s holes in that floor,” Ludo said. “Mind how you go.” They went upstairs – carefully! – to what had once been their bedroom. It didn’t look much better than downstairs.
“You know, we had some really good times in this house. In this very bedroom, as I remember!” “Now you come to mention it, I kinda recall those good times too…Do you remember the night of that thunderstorm..? Let’s go see what the rest of the places on this road look like.” “Dad! This gravestone says Ludovic Meithers. How come?” Bea asked her father.
He’d taken a wrong turning on the way to the art gallery and Janelle had asked if they could stop and look round the graveyard anyway. “It’s so beautifully kept.”
“This is the old company graveyard. I’d almost forgotten about it,” Vic said slowly. “Judging from the dates on it, he must have been your great grandfather. Who else is here?” That was Lara.
“All the Meithers. They worked in Frederick Arbuthnot’s factory. Or factories. I think he eventually owned more than one. He was the one who started the graveyard.” Bits and pieces of long-forgotten history were coming back to Vic’s mind. “And then the other factory owners joined in as well.” “I read about this! Not this graveyard specifically, but – remember that history project I had to do for extra credit?”
They did. Vividly. And it hadn’t been so much about extra credit as scraping together enough credit.
“Well, this came up: factory owners who guaranteed their workers a decent funeral, as opposed to those who didn’t. It mattered back then – not having the shame of a pauper’s grave. And funerals were expensive. Let’s see how many Meithers we can find!” “Well, someone’s been at work in here.”
“Artie did say they’re hoping to get the racing, the horses, back into the town. It’d make sense to do up old Rusty Wrangler’s place,” Ludo said. “It’s kinda nice thinking of this town coming back to life again – all these young people and their plans: the stables, the art gallery, the bookshop…” “Well, I call this real civilised. Home-made cookies ‘n all. Ain’t no better thing to be doin’ on a warm spring day than spendin’ a bit of time outside with old friends. You been hearin’ any news worth sharin’, either of you?” “Well, I’ve got some news. My second book’s coming out soon and I’m doing a signing session at the next Newborough races. How ‘bout that? Chas reckons I could be a real draw for when we get the horse stuff going on here. And I’m working on my third book – the publishers said yes please to it.”
“You always were good at writing, Artie,” Bess said softly. “Even Miss Kirk said so.” For some reason, and unusually for her, she was feeling nostalgic today. Bess mentioning Miss Kirk had sent Artie off reminiscing.
“…and after about fifteen minutes of hiding in that cupboard, Miss Kirk says, ‘Arthur Campbell, aren’t you getting a bit cramped in that cupboard?’ She’d known I was there all along! I missed nearly all my playtime too.”
“Couldn’t fool Miss Kirk none,” Old Tench agreed, grinning. “You’re real quiet today, Bess. You okay?” Bess sighed. “I don’t know…Sometimes you just wonder where everyone’s gone…”
“I’m here. Right next to you.” Old Tench pointed out helpfully.
“And I heard from quite a few people at Christmas. Ludo and May first – they're doing fine – you know they moved in with Vic when his wife died, five years back, to help with the twins. Well, Vic’s married again, real nice girl by all accounts. Ludo was saying…” “Did I hear someone taking my name in vain? Well, well, well. Looks like the gang’s all here. Probably plotting mischief as usual. Got room for another one? Or two?”
“Ludo!” Artie jumped to his feet. “And May! What brings you here?”
“Mostly your letters,” Ludo said over Bess’s shoulder. “Thought we’d come and have a look, see what’s been going on here.” “This is just the best of surprises,” Bess said, her face lit up with happiness. “Tell us all your news…”
“Reckon we need to hear yours too. This might take a while.”
“I’ll get some more glasses,” Artie said. “And there’s still plenty of Bess’s cookies left.” “So, Dad, before we leave,” (and that was rather later than they’d meant to!), “tell me about this house.”
“It is kind of interesting, isn’t it? It went with the bank manager’s job – I think the story is that the bank owner had an English wife, and she was the one who designed it. She was kinda homesick. Used to have a real nice garden round it once…”
“No, I didn’t mean its history. I mean, who owns it?”
“Owns it? Tell you who’ll probably know – Rafe or Leo Hunter. From what Tom and Bess and Artie were telling us, they’re the finance brains behind what’s happening here.” “While you and Ludo were chatting to those lovely friends of yours," Janelle was saying to May, "the girls went up to see the horses. And Vic and I just wandered around – and we came across this place. Come inside and tell me what you think about it.”
“I’ve never been in here – we didn’t really have much to do with the bank manager as a rule. And when Maddie Portland got her hooks into him, she suddenly became far too grand for the likes of a factory foreman and his wife.”
“More fool her!” The girls had already run straight inside.
“It’s huge!” Bea called out from behind a rather grubby and slightly broken window. “We could have a bedroom each, Lara and I.” “It does sort of need a bit of work,” Janelle admitted.
“Just slightly,” May said, laughing at the understatement. “A bit like our old house really.”
“You did go and look at it then? You weren’t sure if you wanted to.”
“I did in the end. We made a lot of happy memories there, Ludo and I.” They went into the kitchen together, May still talking. “Almost made me wish we could move back in there actually, just for a moment. But we wouldn’t want to be so far away from you all. We do need to move out though. Those girls need separate bedrooms. Even if that does look like it means being quite a bit further away.”
“This kitchen could be extended,” Janelle said thoughtfully. May came to a full stop.
“Janelle, are you trying to tell me something?”
“I don’t know – honestly. While we were at the art gallery, I got chatting to Lucie Hunter. I would so love to be part of the community here: it would suit me down to the ground. And the girls were so interested in all the ancestors in the graveyard.” Janelle sighed deeply, and then went on.
“Vic and I, we’d love to have a child of our own. But that apartment is small. And even when you two can move out, you're right. It is time the girls didn’t have to share any longer. But we both know how expensive housing is in that area – and Vic needs to be near work.”
May nodded sympathetically. Vic worked at a big teaching hospital, and house prices were correspondingly high.
“Vic looked at jobs in Newborough – just because we were going to be visiting: not because he was planning to apply for one. And there were some he could apply for, but we weren’t thinking about doing that at all. Only now I am…But what about the girls? What about you and Ludo? Nobody does crazy things like moving miles and miles to a town that’s only just coming back to life…I am so confused!”
Janelle sounded every one of her twelve-years-younger-than-Vic. Usually her daughter-in-law was pretty unflappable, which had been just as well given the direction Bea had been heading in when Janelle came into their lives. And transformed them for the better. May was extremely fond of her daughter-in-law.
“We’ll work this out together. All of us. You know Ludo and I will support you. No matter what. And no matter where. But I wouldn’t mind a bit of crazy myself, you know…” “So there’s jobs in Newborough I could apply for – and get, I should think. But what I caught myself wanting to do was to start up a clinic here, a place for minor injuries and so on, children’s illnesses: there’s a lot of children being born. Ante-natal care. And post-natal, to save having to go into Newborough for everything. Do you think there’s something in the water here, Dad? Because this is crazy. What about school for the girls for a start off?” “What do you think?” Ludo asked Lara. Across the road, Marcus’s tractor sputtered into life.
“I met Amber Oakfield at the art gallery. I love her books. She says this place inspires her, and I can believe it. It’s going to feel pretty small and cramped when we go back. And this is where we came from: our great or even great-great grandparents were welcomed here, found work.” Lara paused, and got serious.
“Bea and I change schools at the end of this school year. And we need to change completely, not just move up with all our friends. That’s not going to work.” Bea was being very enthusiastic about moving. Too enthusiastic. Vic knew that tone of voice.
“If we moved here, Lara and I could have a bedroom each! I know, I know, the house needs work. But it’ll be the summer holidays soon. And Lara and I are going to be changing schools anyway, so the timing would work out perfectly…”
Vic had overheard what Lara had said to her grandfather.
“Bea. Why do you and Lara need to change schools so completely? This has to be about you and not Lara.” “Okay. Now let’s have this conversation." Janelle had insited that they sat down, preferably with a cup of tea, to talk. "Why is changing schools big time so important to you, Bea?”
“It’s not just me is it, Lara?”
“No,” Lara said from behind her teacup.”
“You explain,” Bea said to her twin. “Dad’ll listen to you better.”
Ouch, Vic thought. That hurt. “We want to go somewhere where no-one know Bea’s reputation, Bea’s past behaviour.”
“I thought the staff were okay with you now, Bea,” Janelle said, kindness and concern in her tone. It had mostly been Janelle acting as mediator that had sorted so much out for Bea, enabled her to change her ways, find the path back to who she was really meant to be.
“It’s not the staff,” Lara said calmly. “It’s our friends. My friends don’t like Bea’s friends and vice versa. And the two groups are trying to set us against each other.”
Janelle’s anger rose. She would back the girls in this. Lara gave her dad a hard look.
“This isn’t about Bea. It's not her fault. She’s changed. And you need to catch up with that.”
Double ouch.
“We want to go somewhere new. Where none of our past friends are. Where we can be ourselves and not have to put up with people bitching about how awful our sister is, day after day after day. Are you for us in this?”

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Changing Seasons. Spring VI, part 2.

Spring VI, part 2 If I want to see Great Aunt Addie now, I have to go at dawn. And not just because of my day work, but because there’s so often other people around. The outside of the church is restored, the scaffolding’s all down, and now it’s all about the inside. “Marianna’s windows are beautiful, aren’t they?” I said, enjoying the early light coming through them.
You wouldn’t think a ghost could radiate smugness, but I’m here to tell you that Miss-Kirk-to-you did just that.
“Yes. At last the building looks like it should.” “Remember what it looked like when I first arrived here?” This time she definitely shuddered.
“All too well.” “I did a good job though, didn’t I? As much as I could manage, anyway.”
I’ll say this for Addie, she will give praise where she thinks praise is due.
“You did. Without your determination, I don’t think this would have happened.” “Tell me some more about the town. I see the changes here, but not in other places.”
“Where do you want me to start?”
“Oh – the other graveyard.” That figures. “How is that progressing?” “It’s progressed,” I said happily. “Apart from some of the fencing still needing replacing. It’s green and lovely, and I even saw butterflies there the other day.” “I’ll tell you where else looks amazing – Grandpa Geo’s garden already. I can see it from my garden, and it’s beautiful – there were great swathes of daffodils earlier on, and he keeps saying, That’s just the beginning. Wait and see what I’m going to do next. Georgie says you can’t move in the house for plants in pots everywhere.” I’ve never known Addie to be so interested in the town before. Usually it’s people – me, Lachlan (which I totally get) and Blake (which I don’t) and then Old Tench, Bess Preston, Artie and now Grandpa Geo, because they were some of the last children she taught when they were young. But today’s quiz was all about place: the Sears Roebuck Natoma house that we were doing up as a museum piece, how were the plans for repairing the ones on the either side of it going on…? She was a bit sad when I told her that the old furniture store had been turned into something else, but perked up when I told her that one half of it was going to be a realtor.
“We’re going to have a sign sending anyone who’s seriously interested up to Minnie’s and she’ll phone round and find someone to go and man or woman it. But at the moment, really it’s there to put the idea of moving here into people’s heads as a possibility.” “But what will people do for furniture?”
“Well, there’s all those second hand and antique stores in Newborough, where Blake and Georgie found the stuff for his place, or if we want new, there’s IKEA.”
Boy, that was a mistake. I had to spend half an hour explaining flat-pack furniture. And even at the end, she wasn’t convinced.
“But surely it falls apart if all it is held together by are these dowels..?” “What about the school?”
I thought back to how it had looked when I first showed Patience round it – how long ago now? Four years? Five? “…and this year they’re growing herbs, strawberries and edible flowers. Last year it was pumpkins and sunflowers. Richard and Janet Preston were busy telling me about all the different insects that are appearing in the insect houses – and Barnabas, Patience says, is obsessed with making compost. Although she suspects that he just likes an excuse to get really dirty!” “There are two chess tables now outside, and a library with computers in it! No internet yet, of course, but all the older ones are learning how to touch-type, and they write stories, do maths puzzles and all sorts of other things on it.”
I think Addie was beginning to glaze over when I got onto computers. Or maybe not. Maybe she was just thinking, because after a while she started talking again.
“I taught in that school for nearly fifty years. I started at fifteen as an assistant – and when I’d saved up enough money, I did my teaching exams and became a proper teacher. I taught so many children…” Addie almost sounded…sad? Nostalgic? Regretful? Very un-Addie – I’m used to Miss Super-Brisk. Did she regret what she never had? But she answered that question with her next non-breath. “Some of my old school friends used to ask, didn’t I wish I’d got married and had children of my own. What they didn’t understand was that every child in the town was my child when they were in my classroom. And I taught their children, and their children’s children…When I finally retired, I was never lonely. So many ex-pupils, so many people I knew and who knew me…” “And then the town died and everyone left.”
I was seriously blinking back tears now.
“Only Tom Tench remained – he always did have a stubborn, obstinate streak.” That was the Addie I knew!
“But now? Now life is coming back into it. What’s happening over on the other side?”

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