Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast. This month, prompts can be found here: Elephant's Child. Essentially the goal is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, using all or some, or ignoring them.

(Thanksgiving is celebrated in the United States this month, and I have a special connection to those first pilgrims.  My great-great-etc-great-grandfather, George Soule, came over on the Mayflower as an indentured servant and kept the log on the Mayflower.  So this month my words will be drawn by my imagination of what it must have been like for those early immigrants who did not face as much political whoo-ha as immigrants do today.)

Ellie thought back to that ill-fated day when the decision had been made to leave their home, family, and friends in England and set out across the ocean for the New World.  Her husband, John Billington, had been offered free passage for his family to the New World, and since he'd had troubles finding work, they had agreed it was a good opportunity for them to leave everything behind and start new.

It had been harder than any of them expected, and there were days when she missed her family more than she had thought she would.  Her thoughts drifted to a letter she had received from her sister not long before they set sail.
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"Dearest Elinor, I do wish you and John would reconsider leaving England, or at least explain to me why you were so decisive to travel to the New World.  I know you wanted to have your boys educated, but is it really necessary to start all over again under such tenuous conditions?  And with such little notice to your family here in England? Forgive me for saying so, sister dearest, but you are not a young maiden anymore, and I fear for your health and safety.
 "I have also heard stories of that branch of Separatists, and how they will try to unite you with them.  Please promise me that you will stay faithful to the Church of England.  If only for father's sake.  I know that he hasn't spoken to you in many years, but I do know that he thinks of you.  There have been times when I have heard him hum that song he used to sing to you when you were little."
Her thoughts were interrupted by the banging of the door and the sound of her sons arguing.

"It's mine!  I bought it!"

"It doesn't matter!  I'm the oldest, so it's mine!"

She turned to see them wrestling to get something in the door, and finally, both boys fell to the ground with a small hand truck loaded with wood on top of them.

"Mind the floor, ye two ruffians! I jus' swept it neat!  What are ye fightin' o'er?

"I bought this cart fo' a copper coin, an' he says it be his!"

"Well, I'll settl' this fair.  It now b'longs t'yer ma and pa!"


Thanks for stopping by and catching my words!