by Anne Doughty
‘Probably no,’ said Ellie, who was on her knees looking at a border plant she’d never seen before, ‘but we decided we wouldn’t let the facts get in the way,’ she added, smiling at James as she stood up. ‘Everyone remembers the pink rose, even Sam’s father, and Sam says his father is no good at flowers. Wouldn’t know a daisy from a dandelion, he said. So Rosie and I have decided this is the Hamilton Pink. She’s told me how to take cuttings in the autumn and how to bud, so by this time next year I hope to have lots to give away. Hamiltons first, of course.’
‘That’s a lovely idea,’ said James nodding. ‘Ma will be delighted. In fact, you’ve completely upstaged me,’ he went on, laughing wryly. ‘I was seriously thinking of asking McGredys or Dicksons to name a rose for her. It’s quite expensive, but that doesn’t matter. Knowing my Ma, she’ll be far happier with what you produce. You must tell her about it yourself, right away. She did go up for a little rest, but she sent me to fetch you. She wants to have a word with you before she comes down.’
‘Oh,’ said Ellie, taken aback, ‘are you sure she doesn’t just want to be quiet a bit longer?’
‘Quite sure. I had strict instructions. Ellie and only Ellie was what the lady said. She’s in her bedroom, but she’s not even lying down,’ he said as he turned and strode away.
‘Oh Ellie, what a pretty dress. Is that the material you and Ruth bought when you were up on holiday?’
‘Yes, it is, the one I was worried about because of cutting on the bias,’ she admitted, smiling ruefully when she remembered sharing her anxiety with Rose.
‘Come and sit here. I must go down quite soon, because there are people who have a long way to go and they’ll want to say goodbye,’ she explained, moving over on the window-seat to leave room for her.
‘Now, tell me. Any news from George since you wrote to me? Or, more precisely, has he said anything since then about coming home or setting a date.’
Ellie shook her head. ‘No, all he says is that he misses me and longs for us to be together. But he says that every time,’ she confessed sadly.
‘Well, he needs to do better than that, Ellie. He may not be naturally thoughtful, but in this situation, he simply has to learn and learn quickly. Now I think it’s time you took more thought for what you want. No, let me finish,’ she said, as Ellie opened her mouth to protest.
‘We all have things we can do nothing about, like working in a lumber camp with no accommodation for women, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t talk about them, share them, see what could be done. Remember Ellie, in every situation there’s always something a person can do. That’s why so often, in the face of even a great disaster, people make a cup of tea. And one action often leads to another and that is when things start to improve. Do you see what I mean?’
‘Yes, I do,’ Ellie said firmly, thinking of the night when Daisy and her family were face with eviction and they went together for an ice-cream.
‘I think you should tell George how difficult it is for you here at home, not knowing what he’s thinking about your future. I also think you ought to make it clear that you want him to come home to be married.’
‘But why so, Rose? I really don’t mind where we’re married, just as long as we can be together again.’
‘But Ellie dear, you and the George that went away are unlikely to be at all the same people by the time you’re able to meet up. It’s just over a year since he went, isn’t it? Well, he’s clearly not coming this season, so it won’t be before the ice melts in March next year. He doesn’t say enough for you to know if he’s changed, and besides don’t you think you yourself have changed if you think about it?’
Ellie blushed slightly. ‘Well, no, I don’t think I had thought about it.’
‘I didn’t imagine you had. I’ve noticed you tend not to think about Ellie, so that’s my job. Old ladies shouldn’t give advice, but some of them can’t resist, so I’m going to ask you to do one thing for me. Don’t go out to marry George. Stay here at home. Let him come to you and then make sure he really is the man you want, not just a man that looks the same as a man you loved when you were younger. Do you understand?’
Ellie nodded and caught her lip.
‘Now we must go, but you’ll be up again soon for your holiday won’t you? I think Annie said August. We can talk about it then, but in the meantime, remember to tell George what you want. If he loves you, then he’ll want that too, whether it’s possible or not. At least he can write about it, can’t he?’ said Rose crisply, as she got to her feet, kissed her and gave her a hug.
‘Ellie dear, would you go and fetch me a Hamilton, son, or grandson, any one of them will do. I’m too tired for the stairs without my stick and I refuse to carry a stick on my birthday,’ she said, her eyes sparkling with laughter.
Neither Emily nor Ellie said very much on the way home. Between wine and food and the excitement of talking to so many new people, they were both tired out, but very happy.
They dropped Emily first at a small cottage in Stonebridge. Before the Morris had even come to a halt two little boys had run from the dwelling to climb up on the yard gate and shout their greetings. Kevin followed behind, a child in his arms, picking his way between pieces of axle and chassis overflowing from the barn opposite the house which he’d turned into his workshop.
He came and shook Ellie’s hand, leaving it slightly sticky from the baby’s bread and jam, while Emily insisted she come over and see them whenever she got a chance.
As they headed down the steep lane towards Richhill Station she heard Sam’s father ask to be dropped on their way past the farm. When they stopped, he got out and opened the door for her to come and take his seat in the front.
‘I’ve a wee job I need to finish while Sam sees you home, Ellie,’ he explained, as he shook her hand. ‘Tell that good father of yours, I’ll take a run over one night this week, all being well.’
‘I will indeed,’ Ellie said, as he looked in at the two of them. ‘He’ll be pleased to see you, I know.’
They drove off and bounced back across the level crossing. She could hardly believe it was only this morning Sam had made the joke about how un-level it was. She looked at him sideways, his eyes firmly on the steep and twisty road ahead. The same square frame as his father, powerful shoulders, broad forehead, skin tanned, but not so weather beaten. What was so different were the eyes. His father’s were large, solemn and a misty grey. His, a startling blue. Even concentrating on the road ahead they seemed to be taking in more than most.
‘Did you enjoy yourself, Ellie?’
‘Oh yes, Sam, it was a wonderful party. I only had one bad moment.’
‘What was that?’ he said, startled, as he glanced sideways at her.
‘When the two policemen came striding down the hall as I was coming to look for you or your father to help Rose downstairs. I thought something awful must have happened the way they just walked through the open door.’
Sam laughed.
‘Ah dear, my fault. I should have warned you. That was Billy and Charley, the two eldest. They were both on duty. There was a meeting somewhere in Belfast this Sunday prior to next week’s commemoration of Wolfe Tone. There’s Protestants going down to march at Bodenstown, so they were called in reserve in case there was trouble. But whatever they were expectin’ mustn’t have happened. So now you’ve met near all of my family.’
‘Yes, and all you’ve met of mine is my Da.’
‘Ach never mind. I feel like I know Polly. She writes a good letter by the sound of it.’
‘Yes, she does. When I read her letters, I can almost hear her saying the things. Like the time I told you about her finding Uncle Jim in Peterborough.’
‘Aye, that was a good one. Does she ever think about comin’ home?’
‘I don’t know, Sam,’ she said thoughtfully, as he slid neatly into the entrance to Robinson’s field. ‘She might think about it on her bad days, but to be honest they couldn’t afford it. Not with three wee ones.
’
‘It’s a pity isn’t it that so much comes down to money in the end?’ he said, looking directly at her before he got out and came round to open the door for her.
‘Lovely evenin’ isn’t it?’ he said quietly, as they paused by the motor and looked out over the meadow beyond, the shadows of the cows long in the lowering sun.
She guessed what he was thinking. A lovely evening to walk the lanes with a friend. But however innocent their intentions, someone would see, jump to conclusions, and carry word of it back to the Robinsons.
‘It’s been such a lovely day altogether, Sam. Thank you for collecting me and bringing me home. I expect I’ll see you at the Club.’
‘Oh indeed you will,’ he replied, perking up visibly. ‘We’ll have to practice for the tournament, won’t we?’
She crossed the road and stood at the foot of the lane to wave to him as he headed back to the farm. Then she walked up the lane, picked her way through the ploughs and harrows and half-constructed gates, and found herself thinking of Emily and Kevin who had saved up together to come home and to face the difficulties of one being Protestant and the other being Catholic.
‘Ach, hallo son, did ye get wee Ellie home all right? There’s tea in the pot. I think all that food and wine made me thirsty.’
‘Thanks, Da. A mug of tea would be great. Aye, she’s home safe and her Da’ll be expectin’ you next week,’ he said, as he filled up a mug beside the paraffin stove on the workbench and added milk from the open bottle.
‘Great day, wasn’t it? Granny was in good form. I wish we could see your Aunty Hannah a bit more often and I missed Sarah,’ said the older man sadly. ‘But then, as Granny said, we’re lucky to be here at all.’
Sam nodded as he drank his tea thirstily and made up his mind.
‘Da, I want to marry Ellie Scott.’
‘Ach Sam, that’s great news. You couldn’t pick a nicer wee girl. When did this all come about?’
‘No Da, it hasn’t come about, I wish it had. Ellie’s spoken for. Or rather, she was going to be married, but they’d no money so her man’s away to Canada to save up.’
‘Ohhh, so that’s the way of it. I’m sorry, Sam. That’s hard on you and you just gettin’ on your feet. Robert told me they were expectin’ a wedding in the family, but I was a bit mixed up between his two younger daughters. I thought maybe it was Florence, who’s older than Ellie.’
‘What am I goin’ to do, Da? I thought I loved that other woman but it was nothin’ like this.’
‘Well, aren’t you that much further on? Now you know what you’re lookin’ for. An’ all’s not lost yet. Is the date set? Is she goin’ out to him or is he comin’ home for her?’
‘I’ve no idea, Da. I couldn’t bring m’self to ask.’
‘Now you’re not usin’ your wits, son. Who do you think would know, barring Ellie herself?’
‘A girlfriend maybe. Daisy? Or maybe Granny.’
‘I think both of them would have a fair idea. It would do no harm to find out. As the saying is: There’s many a slip twixt cup and lip. I know that went against you last time. It might be different this time,’ he said reassuringly. ‘I’ll tell you this much. Bear in mind that young woman will never do what a certain other young woman we know did. She’s too straight for that. She’ll not break her word unless there’s good reason. But there may well be good reason if she finds she doesn’t love him as much as she thought.’
‘So I might be in with a chance, Da.’
‘Oh yes. If you bide your time you might well be in with a chance. That wee girl would be worth waitin’ for,’ he ended before lapsing into his more familiar silence.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The summer of 1933 had begun so happily for Ellie and it continued to bring small pleasures among the daily tasks. Although July turned out to be considerably wetter than June and most Orange men returned home from The Twelfth demonstrations ‘with the shine off their shoes’ as the country expression had it, August was continuously sunny, with just enough rain to plump up the ripening crops and satisfy the farmers without spoiling the pleasure of young people who walked, cycled, or played tennis.
The very warm and fine September which followed such a good summer was a surprise to everyone. By the end of the second week, it had been so sunny, day after day, that the rainwater barrel at the side of the house was bone dry. A delph mug, lost for a year or more, reappeared at the bottom, cushioned on a thin layer of dried and cracked mud, none the worse for having been dropped in accidentally and forgotten.
The unusual extension of summer was welcome to everyone. Usually by mid-September, one had only to step into the forge to hear a note of sadness, even anxiety, as the drop in the nights was observed and commented upon. By then, even on the finest of evenings, the sunlight was paling into dusk by nine o’clock whereas at mid-summer the light had lingered till eleven.
It was the change in the mornings that affected Ellie most. Though she seldom complained about what could not be changed, she was always aware of the mornings growing darker. She dreaded the short winter days, having to get up and dress by candle light in a stone-cold room, a pattern like frosted ferns decorating her window and the odd sliver of ice floating on top of the water she’d have to use for washing.
Now, however, for the first time in her life, the thought of ice brought her some slight comfort. Yes, there were six months to go till the Spring, but thanks to Polly’s encouragement, Ellie’s mind was already moving forward to the first possible opportunity for George to come home.
Over the summer she’d taken Rose’s advice and written more firmly about her need to know his plans for them. She told him that she wanted to know what he would like to do, even if it wasn’t entirely possible. True, he’d made some attempt to reply, but he ended up saying he really couldn’t tell her anything until he was back in Peterborough and could find out what plans his uncle had for him. Of course, he wanted to be with her, but until he was settled in his new job in Peterborough, he just didn’t see how he could plan ahead. He was sure she’d understand.
What he said was perfectly sensible, but it was not exactly encouraging. As she admitted to Polly in one of her letters,
I don’t see much point in saying anything more until he comes back down to Peterborough. When he does, I’ll ask him to come and see you and Jimmy, if that’s all right with you. It could be you’ll get more out of him face to face than I’ve yet managed through letters.
Polly had thought that having George to visit them was a good idea. She’d done her best to encourage Ellie by saying the winter in Peterborough ought to give him long enough to see his way ahead. If he came down in October, he had five months before the seaway opened. Surely time enough to make things much clearer.
Ellie wasn’t familiar with the St Lawrence Seaway. Beyond knowing where it was, she had no idea why it’s opening was in any way relevant to George. But Polly had been finding out on her behalf and it seemed that Uncle Jim was something of an expert on the subject.
They try to get the St Lawrence Seaway opened at the beginning of March. As soon as there’s the slightest rise in temperature or movement in the water, the ice-breakers are out, working up and down, opening the channels and encouraging the ice to break up even more.
It never occurred to me, Ellie dear, why they were in such a hurry but, of course, as the saying is, time is money. Well, it certainly is on the seaway. Uncle Jim says there’s a fortune tied up in cargoes just waiting for the minute they can go. It’s a loss to the owners if the ice keeps them back even by one day. So, set your mind at rest, by mid-March George ought to be able to get a sailing from Montreal.
The news that Uncle Jim and his wife Rebecca had become friends and now visited the little house in Hunter Street regularly had pleased Ellie very much, but there’d been even better news from Polly in the course of the summer. Jimmy had been given a big step up at Quaker Oats. He was now in charge of a whole section of machines. Not only was the job
more interesting and enjoyable, but his pay had been almost doubled.
Polly said she couldn’t be sure, but she did think that Uncle Jim had had a hand in it somewhere. His son Tommy was a foreman at Quaker. He was the one who had given her such a turn the morning she went into the shop and thought she’d seen her brother. He’d been on holiday from Quaker then, just helping his father out. Now that he knew Jimmy himself, she did wonder if his father had asked Tommy to put in a word for him.
It wasn’t just the extra money that was such a relief, Polly wrote, it was Jimmy being more like himself. Doing a routine job, a menial job, had had a very bad effect on him. He was brighter now, in much better spirits and even making more effort with the boys.
Now Davy would be going to school as well as Eddie, she hoped she might be able to do a bit of dressmaking again. She missed her sewing and she was fairly sure she could find customers once she’d got her hand in again. As well as being good-natured and very kind to her and the family, Aunt Rebecca was one of those women who knew everyone. She didn’t gossip, but she took in everything she heard, had a good memory and would be sure to know who would be in need of someone to sew for them. She was beginning to appreciate having an older woman she could talk to, Polly had added. It didn’t make up for missing her little sister, but it was a comfort.
It gave Ellie such pleasure to think of Polly and Jimmy and her other friends here at home as she cycled to work on the first damp morning in mid-October. Leaves blowing in the fresh breeze and hawthorn berries gleaming red in the hedgerows reminded her, however, of her one sadness. She was unlikely to see Sam Hamilton again till the Tennis Club opened at the end of April.
As the thought crossed her mind, she checked herself sharply. By then she might be Mrs George Robinson and be on her way to Canada.
She was shocked to discover the thought did not bring the glow of pleasure she had expected. What could be wrong with her today? Why did the thought of marrying George and sailing off together on the white hulled ship set against a blue sky she’d so often imagined no longer bring the same comforting feeling?
