Searching for Pemberley

by Mary Lydon Simonsen

  Copyright © 2009 by Mary Lydon Simonsen

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  Originally published as Pemberley Remembered in 2007 by TRC Castle Garden Publishing

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Simonsen, Mary Lydon.

  [Pemberley remembered]

  Searching for Pemberley / Mary Lydon Simonsen.

  p. cm.

  “Originally published as Pemberley remembered in 2007 by TRC Castle Garden Publishing” --T.p. verso.

  1. Americans--England--Fiction. 2. Austen, Jane, 1775-1817. Pride and prejudice--Fiction. 3. England--Fiction. I. Title.

  PS3619.I56287P46 2009

  813'.6--dc22

  2009035624

  Printed and bound in the United States of America.

  CHG 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

  Table of Contents

  Cost of Characters

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Appendix

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Dedication

  To all of my Irish ancestors who made the voyage to America from Galway, Mayo, and Cork, and to all those who have called Minooka, Pennsylvania, home, including my grandmother, Sarah Sullivan Mahady, and my mother, Hannah Mahady Lydon. You were a hearty breed.

  I owe so much to my family who read and reread the manuscript for this work of fiction, including my husband, Paul, my daughters and granddaughter, Meg, Kate, and Kaelyn, my sisters, Betty, Nancy, Kathe, Sally, and Carole. It is a better book because of your suggestions, comments, and encouragement. I couldn't have done it without you.

  Cost of Characters

  For those who have not read Pride and Prejudice or who have not read it recently, please see the Appendix for brief descriptions of the main characters.

  Jane Austen's Characters/Characters from Searching for Pemberley:

  Mr. Bennet/John W. Garrison—Father

  Mrs. Bennet/Francine Sims Garrison—Mother

  Jane Bennet/Jane Garrison Bingham—Oldest Daughter

  Elizabeth Bennet/Elizabeth Garrison Lacey—2nd Daughter

  Mary Bennet/Mary Garrison—3rd Daughter

  Kitty Bennet/Celia Garrison Stanton—4th Daughter

  Lydia Bennet/Lucy Garrison Waggoner Edwards—5th Daughter

  George Bingley/George Bingham—Charles's Eldest Brother

  Charles Bingley/Charles Bingham—Jane's Love Interest

  William Collins/Dr. William Chatterton—Charlotte's Husband

  Fitzwilliam Darcy/William Lacey—Elizabeth's Love Interest

  Georgiana Darcy/Georgiana Lacey Oldham—Will Lacey's sister

  Lady Catherine de Bourgh/Lady Sylvia Desmet—Will Lacey's Aunt

  Anne de Bourgh/Anne Desmet—Will Lacey's Cousin

  Col. Fitzwilliam/Col. Alexander Devereaux—Will Lacey's Cousin

  Col. Foster/Col. Fenton—Waggoner's Colonel

  Mr. Gardiner/Mr. Sims—Elizabeth's Uncle

  Mrs. Gardiner/Mrs. Sims—Elizabeth's Aunt

  Charlotte Lucas/Charlotte Ledger Chatterton—Elizabeth's Friend

  George Wickham/George Waggoner—Seducer of Lydia

  Longbourn: Bennets End, Hertfordshire

  Netherfield Park: Helmsley Hall, Hertfordshire

  Pemberley: Montclair, Derbyshire

  Rosings Park: Desmet Park, Kent

  Chapter 1

  MY HOMETOWN IS LITTLE more than a bump in the road between Scranton and Wilkes-Barre in the hard-coal country of eastern Pennsylvania. At the time of the 1929 stock market crash inaugurating the Great Depression, Minooka had already been in its own depression for five years. The lack of work meant that most of the town's young people were reading want ads for jobs in New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washington.

  I was in high school in December 1940 when President Franklin Delano Roosevelt gave his famous “Arsenal of Democracy” radio address to the nation. In that speech, the president committed the industrial might of the United States to defeating fascism in Europe. Because of that commitment, factories that had been idled during the Depression were now running three shifts in an attempt to supply Great Britain with the planes, tanks, artillery, and other war materiel needed to defeat Nazi Germany. It seemed as if every company in America was hiring, and the biggest employer of them all was the United States government.

  After the attack on Pearl Harbor and America's entry into the war, what had been a steady stream of job seekers to the nation's capital became a deluge. After graduating from business college in Scranton in June 1944, I headed to Washington to join my two older sisters who had been working in the District since early 1941. Without any experience, I was hired as a clerk typist with the Treasury Department for the princely sum of $1,440 a year. With three paychecks coming in, my sisters and I were able to rent an apartment in a row house near Dupont Circle.

  On June 6, 1944, the long-awaited invasion of France had begun, and with the news of the successful landings came the realization that the Allies would win. Finally, on May 8, 1945, America and the world learned that the Germans had officially surrendered. After nearly six years of bloodshed, the war in Europe was over. Now, all resources were being diverted to the Pacific and the defeat of the Empire of Japan.

  In August 1945, when the newspapers reported that a B-29 bomber, the “Enola Gay,” had dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima, no one understood exactly what an atomic bomb was. Then another was dropped on Nagasaki with casualties reported as being in the tens of thousands from just one bomb. Suddenly, the possibility
that the fighting might soon end was very real. On a personal level, this meant I might soon be unemployed.

  I need not have worried; my job was never in jeopardy. But with the war over, both of my sisters had decided to return to Minooka, which meant I would have to find a place to live. Although I posted a notice on the bulletin board in the lunchroom advertising for a room or roommate, my heart wasn't in it. I was ready for a change, and memories of the heat and humidity of a Washington summer provided the motivation. A co-worker mentioned that the Army Exchange Service, the agency responsible for providing goods and services to American service personnel, was hiring for positions in Germany because of the large number of servicemen who were stationed in the American occupation zone. I was not ready to go back home, but if avoiding a return to my hometown meant going to Germany, I didn't see how that was much of an improvement.

  The war in Europe had been over for more than a year, but the newspapers were full of stories and pictures of a defeated Germany with many cities pounded into powder. The aerial bombing and the fighting on the ground had left many of the structures without windows or walls and with their interiors exposed to passersby. Their occupants, often hungry children, looked out at the photographer with faces full of want and despair. I was depressed from reading about it; how would I feel if I actually lived there?

  Notwithstanding all the drawbacks, I went on an interview with the Army Exchange Service. Because AES was so short staffed in Germany, the personnel manager told me that if I agreed to a year's employment in Frankfurt, he would try to get me six months in London. Two weeks later, I sailed for Hamburg and arrived in the former Third Reich in August 1946. As the train pulled into the Frankfurt station, I was met by a scene straight out of Dante's Inferno. A huge black hulk of twisted metal was all that was left of the once grand railway station. My first inclination was to get the hell out of Dodge, but instead, I took the bus to the Rhein-Main Air Base, my home for the next year.

  Although my co-workers insisted that conditions in Frankfurt had improved since that first year after the war's end, I found it hard to believe when I looked on city block after city block of bombed buildings and piles of rubble or passed Germans on the street who walked with hunched shoulders and downcast eyes. When winter came, it proved to be one of the most brutally cold winters Europe had ever experienced. Rivers were choked with ice, canals froze, rail travel was curtailed, and the coal shortages caused terrible hardships for the Germans. Initially, there was little sympathy for our former enemies, and all contact with the general German population was forbidden. However, by the time I arrived, the non-fraternization policy was a thing of the past, and American servicemen were lining up at military personnel offices to apply for permission to marry German nationals.

  After working in Frankfurt for one year, my transfer to London was approved, but because of a reduction in the number of military personnel stationed in Britain, there was no guarantee as to the length of my employment. I was so eager to leave Germany that I agreed and arrived in time to experience late summer in London. Even though the city still showed the extensive damage caused by German bombs, I was more than happy to be in an English-speaking country. I immediately liked England and the English. They were not demonstrative, but in small ways, they showed that they appreciated all the United States had done to help them defeat Germany and Japan.

  Every weekend I became a typical American tourist. Riding London's red double-decker buses, I visited the National Gallery, Westminster Abbey, St. Paul's Cathedral, the Tower of London, and all the other popular tourist sites that made London a cultural jewel. I stood in line at the British Museum to see the Elgin Marbles. The friezes from the Parthenon were being displayed for the first time since the beginning of the war when they had been packed up and stored in the Aldwych Piccadilly Underground to keep them safe from German bombs.

  After weeks of touring London, I wanted to get out into the countryside, so I asked for suggestions from the girls in my office building who had moved to London from all over the British Isles. As a devoted fan of Jane Austen and Pride and Prejudice, I especially wanted to know more about Hertfordshire and Derbyshire, the major settings for the story. Pamela, a Derbyshire native, was also a fan of the book and told me that I should find out if “Montclair,” the house where the Darcys had lived, was open to visitors. At first I thought she was “having me on,” but then I realized that she was perfectly serious.

  “Pride and Prejudice is my favorite novel,” I told Pamela. “I've read it at least a dozen times, but the characters are fictitious.”

  “Of course, they're fictitious, but they were based on real people. I grew up in Stepton, which is about five miles from Montclair, or Pemberley, as Jane Austen called it. It's the ancestral home of the Laceys. They're the ones who Jane Austen called the Darcys. If you really love the novel so much, you should at least go to see Montclair.” After thinking about it for a minute, Pamela added, “I could go with you. It would give me a chance to see my family.”

  “Can you walk to Montclair?” I asked doubtfully.

  “No, but my brother has a car, and I know how to drive it. I could take you up to the house. Then, we'll stay overnight at my mum's.”

  Since I had heard that Derbyshire had some of the loveliest countryside in England, I decided to accept Pamela's offer. I needed to take advantage of the mild fall weather because I knew from my experience in Germany, that in two months, the steel gray skies of winter would be the norm. I wrote to the present owners of Montclair, Ellen and Donald Caton, and was given a date and time when the house would be open.

  On the train ride to Stepton, I asked Pamela what she knew about the Laceys. “Nothing really. I did know the Australian family, the Pratts, who bought Montclair from the Laceys, because they hosted a harvest festival every August and would have all the village children up to the manor house for games and lemonade and cake. They had a lot of kids known around town as the Pratt brats. Once the kids finished school, everyone was in favor of going back to Australia, so they sold it to the Catons.”

  Pamela's family lived a short distance from the train station in a red-brick row house, which was covered with the black soot that had accumulated over the decades from the coal-fired engines of the locomotives. On Saturday morning, after finishing a bowl of porridge, Pamela and I headed toward Montclair in her brother's car. I had seen cars like this in my hometown, but they were usually up on blocks and used for parts. Despite all the noises coming from the engine, the car did go forward.

  It was a picture-perfect autumn day in Derbyshire when I first saw Montclair. Even though the house was showing its age, with chipped stucco and stonework in need of cleaning, it was a lovely house painted in a beautiful yellow gold, and it glowed in the morning sun. My first glimpse of the mansion was from the top of a gentle rise. The main section was three stories with two wings of two stories and a tower attached to the main section in the rear. It was surrounded by a beautiful park, and a large fountain in front of the drive stood silent.

  Pamela and I joined three other couples who were standing at the main entrance, outside the ornate double doors, waiting for the tour to begin. They had also heard that the manor house might have a connection to Fitzwilliam Darcy.

  “Welcome to Montclair,” Mrs. Caton said while stepping out onto the portico. “I hope you won't be disappointed to learn that this house is owned by Americans. Prior to our purchase in 1937, an Australian couple, Lester and Lynn Pratt, and their family lived here for ten years. Upon taking possession of the property, we immediately started on its restoration, but when the war came, all construction stopped for the duration. Renovations resumed last spring, but as you can imagine, in a country that experienced such extensive bombing, building materials are in short supply.”

  Pointing to the beautiful but damaged stucco exterior, Mrs. Caton said in a nasal voice revealing her New England roots, “The entire front façade, with its Ionic pilasters and classical pediments, was completed in 1
800 and represents the best in Georgian neoclassicism and the Greek Revival.

  “Before the Pratts, Montclair was owned by Edward and Sarah Bolton Lacey, and before them, numerous generations of the Lacey family. I suspect that some of you are here because you have heard that this was once the home of Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pride and Prejudice fame.”

  As soon as I heard the name, Elizabeth Bennet, my ears perked up. Was it possible that I was actually standing in the home of the real Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy?

  “For those of you not familiar with the novel, it is the story of a wealthy and connected gentleman of the landed gentry who, despite his best efforts to resist, falls in love with the daughter of a gentleman farmer of some means but whose position in society is inferior to his own. In order for the two to finally come together, Mr. Darcy must overcome his pride because of his superior place in society, while Elizabeth must forgive Mr. Darcy's rude behavior from their first meeting at a local dance. I will admit there are many similarities in their stories, and the Laceys may have provided the inspiration for Jane Austen, but that is something each of you will have to decide for yourself.” And with that she began her tour.

  “A building in one form or another has been on this site since the sixteenth century. However, this particular house was begun in 1704 and expanded to its current size during the reign of George III—the very same king who gave us Americans so much trouble. Most of the interiors of the public rooms were designed by Robert Adam, the most sought-after designer of his day, during the Georgian period in the mid-eighteenth century.”

  Up to that moment, I had never heard of Robert Adam, but I immediately loved the elegant simplicity of his neoclassical style.

  “During the Regency Era, which is broadly defined as the years between 1795 and 1830, work on the interiors continued under the direction of William Lacey and his wife, Elizabeth Garrison Lacey, or Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, if that is your inclination.”