by Molly Green
A SISTER’S COURAGE
Molly Green
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Source ISBN: 9780008332440
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Dedication
To all those remarkable women in the Air Transport Auxiliary who risked their lives every day to make sure their male counterparts had the planes they urgently needed for training and combat. There were 168 female pilots including four female engineers who joined the ATA during the war years, along with their male counterparts – sadly, there were a number of fatalities.
I would like to make a special dedication to Pauline Gower, a qualified pilot before the war with her own aviation business, who successfully fought for the right of female pilots to be allowed to join the Air Transport Auxiliary along with the men, and was appointed Senior Commander of the women’s section.
Before the war it was unheard of for women to have equal pay in any job whatsoever, but in May 1943 Miss Gower was the first person in any company or organisation to obtain equal pay for the women pilots in the Air Transport Auxiliary. She pushed home the point that her pilots were doing exactly the same job and taking exactly the same risks every day as the men. She refused to take no for an answer – a truly outstanding achievement.
Unfortunately, after the war, the gap between male and female pilots’ pay was once again firmly in place.
Tragically, in 1947 Pauline Gower died at only 36 having just given birth to twin sons who thankfully survived. Who knows what more she might have achieved if she’d had a longer life?
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Before …
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Acknowledgements
Reading List
Keep Reading …
About the Author
Also by Molly Green
About the Publisher
Before …
Bromley, Kent, April 1936
‘Can I go up, Daddy? Please.’
‘Your mother said I was not to let you.’ Raine’s father looked down at his daughter, taller than most fourteen-year-olds, with long, spindly arms and legs. He couldn’t help smiling at the set of her chin, her clear violet eyes, just like her mother’s, the long dark wavy hair lifting slightly in the breeze. Yes, she was a beautiful girl – everyone said so. Which was why her mother was determined to protect her.
‘I don’t know why you want her to go and see such a dangerous performance,’ Simone said when he’d told her he was taking their daughter to watch Cobham’s Flying Circus perform at West Malling. ‘But if you insist to go against my wishes you must not allow her into one of those contraptions.’
‘You should come with us.’ Robert gazed at his wife fondly. She was French, twenty-one years younger than him, and she tried hard during their marriage to keep him in line. Sometimes it worked. But not today. He intended to keep his promise to his daughter to at least take her to watch the spectacle.
‘You think I want my shoes muddy, my coat splashed in some ’orrible field?’ she’d said, her eyes flashing.
Simone didn’t know how seductive she looked when she was annoyed, Robert thought, his mouth curling in amusement. And how delightful her accent, which she was so sure she’d lost ten years ago.
‘I shall find out if she goes up,’ Simone had warned.
Now, looking at his daughter’s pleading expression, Robert relented. ‘If I let you, Raine, you must promise faithfully not to tell your mother. We would both be in terrible trouble.’ He looked down at his daughter with affection. ‘You know, you do rather take after your mother in your determination when you’ve made up your mind about something.’
Raine beamed. ‘That’s a good thing, isn’t it, Daddy?’
He laughed. ‘Yes, I suppose it is. It might carry you through life. On the other hand, you might be in for some huge disappointments.’
Raine gave a theatrical sigh. ‘I promise I won’t say anything, Daddy.’
‘Good girl. Now let’s find out how long we’ll have to wait in the queue.’
Robert strolled across the field to collect his daughter as the biplane touched down. He had to admit his heart had thumped in his ears as he’d watched every second of the plane’s progress, knowing his precious daughter was strapped into the ‘flimsy contraption’, as Simone had called it. But when his eyes alighted on his daughter’s shining face as she ran light-footed over the grass towards him, he smiled to himself that he hadn’t tried to clip her wings.
‘It was wonderful, Daddy. I didn’t feel sick at all.’ The words tumbled from her lips in her exhilaration. ‘The pilot – he said I could call him Jim …’ She took in a quick noisy breath. ‘He thought I was scared when I called out, but it was only ’cos I was so excited. I felt like a bird … or a kite.’ She laughed. ‘I wish you could have come with me, Daddy. You’d have loved it. And guess what …?’
‘I couldn’t possibly.’ But he knew without guessing.
‘One day I’m going to be a pilot!’
‘I’m not so sure about that.’
She stared at him, a defiant expression crossing her face.
> ‘I’m very sure, Daddy, and you and Maman won’t be able to stop me!’
Chapter One
February 1939
‘I’m so proud of you, darling.’
Raine’s father removed his spectacles and regarded her. She was sitting opposite him in his study, a room stuffed with books, papers and files. Blotting paper, pens and pencils littered his desk, and his beloved wireless set perched on a bookcase. He was holding the paper with the results of Raine’s test, the one that would give an indication as to what she might expect when she took her Higher National Certificate in the summer. He glanced at the paper again.
‘You’re up for top marks in mathematics.’ He looked up and caught her eye. ‘I’m not surprised. You gained a distinction in your School Certificate.’ He continued reading. ‘A pass in history and scripture, and credits in English, science and geography … even French. You’ll be able to converse with your mother in her native language at long last.’ His eyes twinkled as he looked at her and Raine gave a ghost of a smile.
Her father was well aware her mother was an impatient woman who couldn’t stand more than a couple of minutes’ French conversation with Raine without criticising her. Everyone in Raine’s French class envied her having a French mother she could practise with and who helped with her pronunciation and grammar.
If only they knew.
‘Well, there’s no question why you’ve got these results,’ her father broke into her thoughts, ‘being the brains of the family.’
Raine shrugged. ‘It’s only an indication, Dad. Who knows what the results will be when I take the proper exam. I’m not banking on anything in case I disappoint you. And I don’t want to be known as the brains in the family, either. Look at Suzanne with her music. She’s incredible the way she follows all those music scores and can play two instruments beautifully – the only one in the family who’s musical.’
Her father paused to pull out a packet of cigarettes. ‘Don’t know where she gets it from. Certainly not from me,’ he said, shaking one out. ‘But it’s marvellous, all the same.’
Raine noticed his hand was a little unsteady as he flicked the lighter. She noticed his hair was thinning and his eyes had heavy bags under them. She saw the deepening lines from his nose to his mouth. Maman had encouraged him to go into partnership with two other accountants eighteen months ago and Raine feared the extra responsibility was taking its toll on his health. Come to think of it, her father didn’t look very happy these days, either. She supposed he was getting old. She always forgot he was so much older than her mother.
‘But that doesn’t take away your achievement,’ her father continued, drawing on his cigarette and blowing out the smoke in a long stream through his nose.
She waited. She knew exactly what was coming, but today she had her answer prepared … and her request.
Her father took in another long drag and exhaled. Raine felt her eyes stinging but knew better than to say anything. Her father’s study was his haven. Even her mother wasn’t allowed in unless invited, and very definitely not Doreen, the cleaning lady, unless he was present. He always said he knew exactly where everything was, even though the papers and books piled on his desk were in danger of cascading any minute.
‘We’ve touched on the subject before, Raine. Maybe a little too soon when you were hardly old enough to make a decision, but I hope with these excellent marks – especially the one in mathematics – you’ll take up my offer to start a career in the company.’ She remained silent. ‘I know it will be harder for you to be accepted as a girl, but I can help overcome any problems on that front.’
Raine bristled. ‘Dad, I intend to fight my own battles. It would be awful if you interfered like that. Can you imagine what would it look like, one of the partners giving his daughter a shove up the ladder? They’d resent me and there’d be nothing you could do to stop it.’
Her father’s voice hardened a fraction. ‘What are you saying, Lorraine?’
‘That I’m not going to work in the company. I’m sorry, Dad, but I’m not interested in accounting – I’ve told you before – so I wouldn’t be any good at the job.’
‘Raine, I’m offering you a proper career – you’ll thank me one day. Then when the time comes and you decide to marry – though I’m not sure who would put up with you, you’re such an independent miss – at least you’ll have something solid behind you, should you ever need it.’
‘Thank you, Dad, but no. I’m not doing it. And as for getting married, I’ve no intention of doing that, either – not for a very long time, if ever. I want to see something of the world. Live a little. Not be stuck in some deadly office doing deadly figures with deadly people.’
Frustration rose in her chest as she sprang up to leave, but her father put his hand on her shoulder and firmly pressed her down in the chair again.
‘Not so fast, Lorraine,’ he said, his voice stern.
As though I’m a little girl, Raine thought, annoyed. She sat in sulky silence.
‘Didn’t they teach you better manners at that expensive school we sent you to? Your mother is very upset with your outbursts lately.’
He never called Raine by her full name unless he was displeased with her. It was the first time he’d ever used the cost of her school to make a point. Inwardly, Raine cringed. She’d always adored her father, but these days he rarely stuck up for her against her mother, who used every feminine trick to twist him round her little finger. Raine swallowed her scorn. Batting her eyelashes and looking up adoringly to some man to get her own way was not something she could ever contemplate. If she didn’t stand firm now, he and Maman would take over her life. She looked unwaveringly back at him.
‘You’re very stubborn,’ her father went on when she remained silent, ‘and that’s not always something to be proud of. You remind me so much of your mother.’ His face softened as he gave a rueful smile. ‘And I wouldn’t be saying this if I didn’t think the world of you both.’
She threw off his words with a laugh as if they were of no consequence to her, but deep inside she knew her father was right. She was stubborn. No matter how hard she tried to be tolerant, if someone couldn’t see things the way she did, she lost all patience.
‘Don’t you see, Raine, it’s because we love you and want the best for you.’
‘I want more from life than what you and Maman seem to have mapped out for me,’ she fairly snapped back. ‘A trainee accountant, for however long that lasts. And all I’d have at the end of it would be my name on a brass plate on the door. Can you imagine?’ She pulled a face.
‘You’d be a partner in time.’
Raine snorted. ‘Me? A woman?’ She rolled her eyes. ‘I doubt it. But it’s not what I want, anyway.’
‘Well, what do you want?’
Raine shook her head, her mouth tight. She knew she was letting her father down. That his dream had always been that she’d join his company one day and become a full-blown accountant. All because mathematics came easy to her. She wished she’d failed her mathematics test now. If she had, she might not be sitting here, facing her father, fighting for her future.
‘Didn’t you get any career advice at school?’
‘Oh, heaps.’ Raine rolled her eyes. ‘Nursing … teaching … secretary … vet’s assistant. Why didn’t they tell us to aim higher – become a doctor … or headmistress … or go into politics, now we have the vote? No, not that, on second thoughts,’ she added hastily, in case her father took her up on it. ‘Actually, I’d hate that.’
‘Strangely enough, you’d probably be good at it,’ he said. ‘You certainly wouldn’t let the opposition get a word in.’ He drew in another lungful of smoke, blew it out in a stream, some escaping through his nose, then ground the stub in his ashtray. ‘Well, I have to say, Lorraine, I’m disappointed. It would’ve been good to know when the day comes you’ll be there to carry on the name.’
Her heart squeezed as she studied her father. What was he hinting at? Now she though
t about it, he was suddenly looking a lot older. Not just tired but exhausted. She felt a flash of sympathy for him. However hard he worked she knew it was never quite enough to keep Maman satisfied. But if she caved in, she’d be the one to be unhappy. She drew in a deep breath.
‘I want to do something exciting with my life. Something challenging – learning new skills.’ She gazed at her father, imploring him to understand. ‘Dad, have you forgotten what I told you I wanted to be that day at the flying circus?’
Her father momentarily closed his eyes and shook his head. ‘No, Raine, I haven’t. But if you won’t come into the business and you don’t have any other sound ideas, I think you’d better concentrate on getting a distinction in your Higher Certificate. That would make your mother proud that her faith in you is justified.’
‘But will you let me take flying lessons on weekends? I don’t want to put it off any longer. Please, Dad, say I can. You know it’s what I want to do more than anything in the world. I’ve never changed my mind. I’ll never be happy unless I can learn to fly.’ She held her breath.
He gave her a look she couldn’t fathom.
‘You’re not yet eighteen. Far too young to take flying lessons, and I know your mother will say the same.’
‘Boys no older than me are pilots.’ Raine held her father’s gaze. ‘If I’d been a boy, you wouldn’t have said that,’ she flashed. ‘Would you?’
‘I don’t know, love. I’m not used to sons. I’ve only got three lovely daughters.’
He smiled and she knew he was trying to soften the blow. But she wouldn’t allow herself to be softened. This was too important.
Her father lit another cigarette. ‘Well, Raine, I’ll have a word with your mother, but I don’t think it’ll get you anywhere.’
Raine frowned. ‘Why can’t you stand up to her for a change? Why does she always have to have the last word? She’ll never agree. She’s too French. All she wants is for me to look pretty and dress like a Frenchwoman and marry a rich man. Preferably on the other side of the Channel so she has an excuse to visit France. And that’s not what I want at all. What’s right for her is not right for me, but she’ll never see it.’
