A True Story

Old croft house and sheds

My father was born in a croft cottage built exactly like this, in the Shetland Islands. It was 1907. When he was born, my Aunt Mary was seven years old, born August 12, 1900. I loved her dearly. An amazing, and loving person, she lived to be 103 years old.

I wrote this story based on fact that she had written down. The conversations are how I imagined it might have played out.

FROM THE WINDSWEPT HILLS

The hand-piled stone house was positioned on a gentle slope that provided a small degree of protection from the constant gales. It was a crofter’s cottage on the distant Shetland Islands, the year 1907. The one room inside held a fireplace at each end, one of which served as the stove and the other, if it got lit, was meant to provide heat and comfort. Scarcity of money meant this was a decidedly rare event. Instead, the wind whistled down the chimney and around the cracks adding to what was already coming in through the walls. The floor was dirt and in winter it happened from time to time that the cramped space was shared with their bony cow.

Mary had just celebrated her seventh birthday in August. She was a century baby, fifth in the family of seven. She was dimple-cheeked, with wide blue eyes that didn’t ever miss a thing, and a smile that would melt your heart. Her hair was reddish blonde, a riot of curls.

Two smaller children, Grace and Davie, competed for Mary’s attention, always needing to be fed or dressed or played with. Mary lavished them with her time and her love, something that came naturally to her. Life was hard but they survived.

It was many long months since their father had last been home. He would leave at a moment’s notice, and stay away longer each time. He had not returned since the last visit, which their mother had borne with a resigned air, not having much to say. Now, in October, there was a new wailing baby boy. They called him Robert, and he immediately became Mary’s own Robbie.

She appointed herself chief guardian of this newest addition. Her mother, still recovering from the birth, welcomed the girl’s help. Mature beyond her years, the baby was safe in her arms, and he was quiet, easily lulled to sleep with her humming.

Then with no warning, one morning her mother said, “Child, you’re to put on your best dress, not before washing yourself, mind you!! Then, you’re to come with me.”

It would be no use to argue or cry and make a scene, so just after breakfast on a cold, late November day, mother and daughter set out over the hills together. Three hours later the mother returned to the two toddlers and the baby. Grace and Davie were bickering, and baby Robbie was crying in his cradle, despite the attentions of the neighbour that had come in to look after them.

No, the mother told herself sternly. I’ve done the right thing. There isn’t enough to feed this new mouth, so now at least Mary will be looked after. In return Mary would be scrubbing, fetching water, and helping with the children in the big house over the hill. If she was lucky she would get a little schooling, but there was no guarantee. Then when Grace was older she too would be given to the care of a well-to-do family, and would work to earn her keep.

The afternoon wore on, and a strange feeling of emptiness pervaded the chilly cottage. She had finally coaxed the baby to sleep and the other two were each given small chores to do. She busied herself with the pot hanging over the fire, and checking the potatoes, carrots and turnip in the large pot. Then she placed a few small pieces of fish on the top of the bubbling surface to poach. Her mind in turmoil, she turned to pull a few bowls off the crude shelf and her gaze settled on the little figure that had just stumbled through the door.

She took a fast step toward her, raising her hand. “What are you doing here? You were to stay, you were to stay!! Now what will happen? What have you done, child?” she shrilled.

Mary, chilled to the bone, her feet blistered from the long walk, burst into huge convulsive sobs, rooted to the spot. Robbie began screaming, and the other two were gape-mouthed with fright.

At last, the mother nodded, “See to him, Mary. See to him.” and turned back to the kettle, her eyes brimming. The children must not see her tears. Behind her, the baby became quiet in Mary’s arms. Her littler sister and brother snuggled up close to her knees, adoring faces upturned.

There would be no more talk of the big house over the hill.

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Enter Tyrannosaurus Rex

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A truck like this one pulled into the forest this morning before daylight! Shelby and Petra F Squirrel watched, fascinated, as several people spilled out and set up cameras and microphones right under the tree where they had slept.

It’s at the edge of the forest by the main road, where Shelby and Petra have been on sentry duty for several days. They have taken up temporary residence closer to where the dangers arrive from the main road.

It’s not long before loud rumbling that shakes the very ground takes over the already confusing scene. By now several other animals have gathered to observe.

The source of the approaching noise fills all of them with absolute terror! What comes into view is huge, threatening, with a dangerous jaw that looks big enough to swallow Charlie whole!

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When this monster machine is left parked, with a smaller version right beside it, the animals jump at the opportunity for sabotage!!!  Morning will tell them how well they succeeded!

Chapter 8 of the SHELBY F SQUIRREL sequel: ENTER TYRANNOSAURUS REX.

 

DANGER!!

marked tree in forest

There are mysterious blue X’s on many of the trees in the forest this morning!  Oh, my! Something is going on, and SHELBY F SQUIRREL doesn’t like it.

Just a few days ago two men walked through the woods with a camera and a tape recorder. SHELBY and PETRA followed them and were quite puzzled by their behaviour. But ROSIE ROBIN was there when they sat and compared notes before driving away. Photographs of all the animals, and recordings of the forest’s sounds! Nobody can figure out why!

Time to consult CHARLIE, the trusty old farm horse. Being taxied by the Wise Old Owl and his family gets SHELBY and his friends wherever they want to go!  CHARLIE and his cousins say the photographs and recordings are for a book and maybe a movie about the forest.

But with the appearance of those nasty unfriendly looking X’s, the mood has changed to one of deep worry in the forest and on the farm. What is the farmer thinking? Is he concerned too?

What is happening? Can any of them do anything about it?

A sequel is on the way, starring all the characters of THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF SHELBY F SQUIRREL AND FRIENDS, but everyone is a little older and wiser.

More to tell later…….   Stay tuned, dear young readers!!