The Shipment Has Arrived

The Shipment Has Arrived

“I'll miss this sight, Nettie,” Minerva said as she walked into the kitchen of the Crowley house.

“What sight is that, Minerva?”

“You, sitting at the table, writing words of wisdom in your journal.”

Nettie laughed, “I don't know how wise my words are. This is something I started the day I came to Camden Corners. My first reaction to Mr. Oscar Crowley is tucked away in these pages. It's almost embarrassing the way I described our first meeting. I think someone reading this 100 years from now would think they'd never heard of an old woman acting in such a foolish way.”

“You? Foolish? I don't believe that for one moment. Besides, Oscar is a very handsome man, I don't blame you for developing a crush on him.”

“Who has a crush on me?” Oscar walked through the door with a smile on his face. “I hope this young lady still feels that way about an old man.” He hugged Nettie and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“I don't see any old men around here,” said Philip as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, Philip. Looks like the day has finally come when you and the family will be moving into your new home. Nettie and I are happy for you but we will miss you and the children being here every morning.”

Leah and Alfie ran into the room. They were all dressed for school with their hair slicked down. Trudy had fixed their breakfast earlier. Nettie and Oscar looked at the children. They were both thinking of the day they brought them home just a few months ago. Neither child spoke much, they had been warned something terrible would happen to their parents if they told anyone about being abducted. After murdering the children's former nanny, the kidnapper smuggled them onto a ship headed for the the United States. Leah and Alfie saw the man being thrown off the side of the ship into the ocean, but were still afraid for their parent's safety. When the ship landed in New York City, they were stopped by a policeman and sent to Warren's Hillside Villa where the Crowley's found them and offered them a temporary home in Camden Corners. After the children began feeling comfortable with the Crowley's and their parents finally revealed the kidnapping to the authorities in England, the family was reunited and all were living together again in Camden Corners. Philip and Minerva fell in love with the town and made the decision to move to the United States permanently. They bought a house and Philip rented a shop on Main Street where he was in the process of opening a book store.

“Miss Nettie? Have you written about Leah and me in your journal?”

“Oh yes, Alfie, many pages in my journal are about you and Leah. One of these days I'll read the passages to you. In fact, all of the ladies in Camden Corners are putting their journals from the last couple of years into an old trunk along with a few mementos. The trunk will be kept in Miss Millie's attic in Merryweather's. We will open the trunk in 10 years and see what everyone wrote in their journals. Minerva, you should start your own journal. You are a part of our community now.”

“Yes, Mama, please do it. I want to see what you write about what a little stinker Alfie is.” Leah teased her brother as Alfie pretended to give her a swat.

It was nice to see the children act like children again. Minerva knew she had the Crowley's to thank for turning all their lives around.

“I'll have to write about how late you were for school today if you two don't hurry on your way.”

The youngsters kissed everyone goodbye and were out the door.

“Minerva, I think we'd better be on our way. We are expected at the bank in a few minutes to sign the papers for the house. Everything is happening at once. Our belongings and all of the books should be arriving this morning. Oscar, I've arranged for some of Reggie Blackburn's construction crew to help with the moving. My solicitor, back in England said there were well over 200 crates filled with books. I hope I have enough room in the shop to store them.”

“Trudy and I will be available to help you dust or wash windows. Whatever you need us to do, Minerva. Remember, take your time moving in. We love having you here and you want the house to be in perfect order when you and the children begin living there.”

“Thank you, Nettie. I don't know what we would do without you. I think I will start my own journal. I don't want to ever forget how I felt when my babies were missing. I know I'll never take our family for granted again. I want to enjoy every moment we have on this earth.”

The Clarkes left for the bank and Oscar thought he'd visit his old law firm to see what was going on there. Nettie was left with her thoughts and her journal. She had completed two years. One was already in the trunk and she would be taking the other to Merryweather's this afternoon. Millie invited a few of the women for tea. They were all bringing along their memories of 1904. As Nettie looked through the pages, the milestones stood out. There were so many babies born the previous year it was difficult to keep track. Those babies were beginning to grow too. She couldn't believe little Freddie Evans would be a year old the following month. She remembered how thrilled Caroline Bentley was at the prospect of being a grandmother and a new mother herself just a few months later. She wondered when Caroline ever found the time to write in a journal.

She thought of last January when after a delightful stay at their cabin on Cedar Lake, Oscar had been arrested for murder. Of course it was all a mistake, but the incident gave Nettie the shivers. “Best not to dwell on the the unhappy times,” Nettie said out loud, “the good times certainly outweigh the bad.”

There was a knock on the door. “Clovis, how nice to see you. Please come in, I have a fresh pot of coffee made. Please sit down and tell me what you and Jed have been up to.”

“It's good to see you too, Nettie. Jed and I have been reading so many books, we came down this morning to give these back to Helene and have her select more for us. Jed thinks we may be ready to try something without pictures.” Clovis laughed. “It's terrible when you can't read as well as a ten year old child.”

“Don't be silly, you and Jed never had the training a ten year old has. It takes time for a child to comprehend what they are reading and you and Jed have already mastered that skill. You are doing a fine job and don't belittle yourselves.”

“I wish I had learned to read years ago. It would have made the time that Jed was away pass more quickly.”

“Tell me Clovis, I know it's not my business, but that never stopped me before. Did you ever think of coming down the mountain to find Jed?”

“Oh yes, I thought of it. I'm sorry I didn't but we have a code in the mountains. We never forgive unless we are asked to and Jed never asked to be forgiven for leaving me. I shamed myself when I went with him that day he came to see me. He never did ask forgiveness. I didn't want to take a chance he would leave without me so I didn't go through the formalities. I'm sure I have been shunned by our people but I really don't care. I have loved Jed since the day I learned how to speak his name. I am exactly where I belong.”

“I'm happy you decided to follow him. We have enjoyed knowing both of you. Now, is there something I can help you with today?”

“I stopped by Nichol's and picked up a journal book just like yours. I was hoping you would be able to help me with my spelling and grammar. I don't want people to think we mountain folk are backward when they read these 100 years from now. I have written my thoughts on a tablet and will transfer them to the book if you think they are correct.”

Nettie looked over the writings. “Clovis, you write beautifully. The handwriting is quite lovely, the spelling and grammar are perfect. What you have to say is very moving. I think you should continue on and I don't see any reason for you to practice first.”

“Nettie, you are so kind. I only wish it hadn't taken Jed so long to come back for me.”

“Clovis, you know Philip is opening his book store very soon. I know he will be looking for writers to feature. Why don't you try your hand at it? I would be glad to help you. I know Max and Sarah Harcourt will be introducing their latest novels in Camden Corners very own book store. They would be happy to help you also, I'm sure.”

“Maybe, I'll do just that. Jed and I will be back in about a week. Maybe Philip's shop will be open by then. I'll be sure we visit the store.”

Philip was amazed at the amount of items being lifted off the train. He told his staff in England to carefully select the furniture they would need in Camden Corners. There was enough furniture here to fully furnish five houses. He and Minerva had to decide which items they would be using and which they would not. Jonas Fulbright was there with his buckboard ready to help them with the move. Jonas ended up taking more pieces to the antique shop and Merryweather's than he did to the new Clarke residence.

Minerva, with the help of Trudy and Nettie had the house dust free and clean as a whistle when the first load arrived.

“Oh dear,” Minerva sighed, “this furniture is much too large for our house. It never looked this big in the castle. Now I'm sorry we had it all shipped over here.”

“You are right my dear, we will have to buy some smaller items. For right now, I'm afraid it will have to do. We will gradually replace it all, but if we want to live in our home anytime soon, we'll have to use what we have.”

Even without the four extension leaves, the dining room table fit twelve.

“It's the table or the chairs. We can't fit both in that dining room. We can't use the canopy on the bed because the ceilings aren't tall enough,” said a frustrated Philip. “I wish I had thought of measuring but I'm so accustomed to having everything done for me.”

“Don't worry dear, we will manage. I've asked Emma and Lily to stop by. They may have some suggestions. I didn't realize how dark and old all these things are. I realize they are valuable, but I am finding I prefer simpler furniture.”

Lily and Emma couldn't wait to see the authentic English pieces. They knew just the house for them. It wasn't in Camden Corners but in Greensboro. Dudley Hanover was opening a museum there on his family's estate. Dudley had been in town just the other day looking for pieces just like these.

“We will have the men move them into the Merryweather location for now. I think we can work on finding you some small pieces that will work for you. You may use them until you find what you really need,” said Emma.

“I'm going to call Dudley right now. I'm sure he would be interested in all of this fine old furniture. I wish I had room to store it for you, Minerva. These pieces may be more than Dudley is able to spend.”

“Lily, Philip has never had to worry about money and I doubt he will start now. I think he'd rather give it away than have to worry about it any further. I'll talk to him, but if your friend can put it to good use, I think that will be fine.”

Between the antique shop and Merryweather's, the Clarke house was fully furnished by late afternoon. The bed linens were too large for the smaller beds but they would do until Minerva was able to have some new bed coverings made. The family was able to spend their first night in their own home. Tears were shed as they said goodbye to the Crowleys.

Nettie and Oscar sat in their parlor after supper. Both agreed, a trip to Greensboro and Warren's Hilltop Villa was in order.

“There must be a child or two out there who would like to come to Camden Corners, Oscar.”

“I agree, Nettie. It is difficult to say goodbye, but we know the Clarkes belong together and I'm happy we were a part of the children's lives when they needed some extra love.”

Dudley Hanover was beside himself. “This is a dream come true, Lily. I will be able to fill all the rooms in the estate. I thought it would take me 10 years of collecting.”

“I thought you would be pleased Dudley. Emma spoke with Philip Clarke this afternoon and he insists on donating everything to the museum.”

“Lily, I'd like to ask you something of a personal nature. I'm rather embarrassed, but I find myself attracted to a young woman in Greensboro. I know she was originally from Camden Corners and I wonder if you know her.”

“Who would that be Dudley?” Lily couldn't imagine who he could be talking about.

“Miss Evelyn, the headmistress at Warren's Hilltop Villa.” His face turned scarlet.

“Dudley, Evelyn Keys is a wonderful woman. I couldn't think of a better match for her than you. How did you meet her?”

“We haven't officially met. I saw her when I went to the villa to inquire about one or two of the boys helping me refinish some old furniture for the museum. It occurred to me that it was a skill I could teach while the boys made a little spending money for themselves. I have met with a young girl named Peggy. She is a lovely young woman and has sent several boys my way since my first inquiry. Every time I visit, Miss Evelyn has been away from the facility or speaking to prospective parents. She wrote me a note thanking me for my generosity and it was so endearing I knew I had to formally meet her, but I didn't know how.”

“I'd say you have a problem, Dudley. Not to worry, I know just the person who will be able to help you and I will call her right away.”

“Hello Lily, how nice to hear from you. Yes, I know Dudley Hanover. Of course, we will be happy to introduce them. What a wonderful match. I wish I'd thought of that a long time ago. Oscar and I will be going to Greensboro in the morning. Ask Dudley if he is free for lunch. If he is, we will be sure to have Evelyn at the Green Hill Inn at 12:30. I can hardly wait. Isn't love just the grandest.

We Meet Again

 

This is the last story in the Camden Corners Collection

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The Village of Camden Corners 

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We Meet Again

Helene Robinson understood why her son wanted to get to know his father and half sisters. She didn't blame him, she was too busy chastising herself for keeping this secret from him all these years. Chester had been right all along. James needed to know the truth. Helene couldn't face having him know of her behavior so many years ago. He didn't seem to think twice that his mother behaved like a harlot. Thinking back on the night James was conceived, she realized over indulgence in champagne was only an excuse. What happened with Neville Merryweather was not an accident, it was intentional.

“Maybe it's time you forgave yourself, Helene.” said her good friend Margaret with whom Helene had confided in several months before. “Chester loved you and married you knowing you were carrying another man's child. He never thought any less of you because of one mistake. You gave him the greatest gift of all. A child who adored him.”

“Maybe you're right, Margaret. I just can't help thinking I'm being punished because James seems to be happy living in Camden Corners and being with his other family. His last letter said he had been hired at a local photographic factory. It sounds like he is planning a very long visit there.”

“He also asked you to come to visit him. His Aunt Millie even sent you a note asking you to join your son. What in the world is keeping you here? I've already told you I'd keep an eye on your house and water your plants. Could it be you are afraid to see Neville Merryweather again?”

“You know me so well, Margaret. I know I'm older and wiser than I was 20 years ago but what if I fall into that same old trap? He's a married man. From what James has hinted it isn't a happy marriage but that might make it even more difficult to keep my emotions in check.”

“What if he is bald with warts all over his face and weighs 300 pounds? Maybe you are worrying for nothing.” Margaret laughed.

“You're right, Margaret. He can't be as beautiful as he was back when I knew him. I probably will laugh when I see that overweight, bald headed, wart faced man again.”

Before Helene could change her mind she went to the telegraph office and telegraphed her son. She also sent a telegram to Millie Stout thanking her for her invitation to be her guest. She wouldn't dream of imposing on Mrs. Stout and would ask her son to arrange for lodging in a local boarding house.

When the telegrams arrived, Millie told her nephew not to even think about arranging for his mother to stay at Mrs. Wharton's. She wouldn't hear of it.

“We have lovely rooms in this house and I want to get to know the only woman who ever made my brother happy. As far as I'm concerned she is much more a part of this family than that insipid Prudence.”

“I'm happy you feel that way Aunt Millie because I know you two will be great friends. My mother will love this old house and all the antiques. She and my....ah Chester liked to visit estate sales and such before he became so ill.”

“James, I want you to feel comfortable calling Chester Robinson your father. He was your father in every sense of the word. Neville understands that too and we are both grateful to him for the part he had in making you the fine young man you are today.”

“Thanks Aunt Millie,” James said as he gave his aunt a big bear hug.

One week later, Helene Robinson walked off the train and into the arms of her son. Waiting with him was an attractive older lady with a happy grin on her face.

“Welcome to Camden Corners, Helene. I am so happy to meet you.”

The two women embraced as if they'd known each other all their lives.

“I can't thank you enough for your hospitality toward James. I'm sure his visit was the last thing you expected. I hope we haven't disrupted your life too awfully much.”

“Disrupted my life? Nothing could be further from the truth. Young people fill my parlor with laughter every day of the week. Even my nieces are happy to visit their old Aunt Millie more often these days. James has brought nothing but joy to that old house on the hill. Which reminds me, I won't hear of you staying anywhere but in my home.”

Helene appreciated why James was happy in Camden Corners. It was such a picturesque town. People walking down the street shouted hello to them as their carriage rode by on their way to the house on the hill. Helene couldn't believe Neville had grown up in this mansion. She knew he came from wealth but had no idea how rich his family was.

“Don't let this big house fool you Helene, I was in hock up to my cheekbones until Nettie Crowley gave me the idea of opening the antique shop on the first floor. You'll meet Nettie soon. I thought it would be nice if the two of us became acquainted before I shared you with the rest of Camden Corners.”

Addie had prepared a nice supper for the guest. She and Leo thought the two women should be left alone to talk and made the excuse they were visiting the Pringles for the evening.

Helene felt she had known Millie all her life.

“Millie, you have made me feel so welcome. I believe you and Neville share the same charming ways.”

“Yes, Helene, Neville can be very charming. He takes after our father and grandfather in that way and also in other ways. Being accepted into society was a priority for our grandfather, he married our grandmother for that reason alone. I'm sorry to say, from what I knew of Grandmother Merryweather, she was a rather shallow person herself. She never bothered with Neville and me when we were children and I would guess she was the same with our father. With all his charm, Cyrus Merryweather was a cold man. Neville always craved his approval and even after his death tried to emulate him. It didn't help that he married a superficial woman like Prudence. Neville has mellowed over the years. He hit the roof when Melanie's beau followed her to Camden Corners a year ago. It was only after remembering his lost love that he acquiesced and allowed them to be together. Now he thinks of Michael as his own son.”

“I have to admit Millie, I'm a little worried about meeting Neville again. I think a small part of me has never gotten over my feelings for him. I hope it won't be too awkward for you. I know he visits James occasionally.”

“I know for a fact that Neville still has feelings for you. He has carried that torch for so long. If only he had the gumption to fight Father so many years ago you two would have been married to each other. I know Prudence doesn't deserve loyalty, but I doubt very much he will ever leave her.”

“I don't want him to. I am hoping we can be friends though. For the sake of our son.”

“I'd like that very much,” came a voice that Helene would never forget. She turned around and looked into the eyes of the man she had loved since she was a young girl.

“Neville, how nice to see you. I didn't expect we would meet again so soon after my arrival.”

James spoke up. “You can blame me Mother. I knew you and Neville would both be anxious about seeing each other again so I thought it best we get this first meeting over with.”

“You raised a very bright young man here, Helene.” said Neville as he embraced her.

The awkwardness disappeared quickly and Helene and Neville were just two old friends enjoying an evening together with family.

Neville left on the morning train with the promise of returning for a longer visit in just a few days. James had to report to his new job but knew his mother was in good hands with Aunt Millie.

Millie didn't waste anytime. She left Addie in charge of the antique shop and had Leo drive them in the carriage to the Emma and Lily's shop to start their tour of the town. After a delightful morning meeting the residents of Camden Corners, Helene was falling in love with the little town. She was already dreading leaving. She and Millie walked by the Camden Corners Library.

“I studied to be a librarian.” said Helene. “I stopped working when I married Chester. I've been thinking of seeing if they need any help in our local library.”

Millie's ears perked up. “Sarah Harcourt is the head librarian here. She has become a writer and she and Max are expecting a baby. I know she has been talking about giving up her job at the library. Why don't we drop in to see her. Maybe the answer to her dilemma has just come to town.”

“Millie, I couldn't possibly move to Camden Corners. My life is in Albany. I have friends there and obligations.”

“You have family here. Let's just talk to Sarah. There is no harm in that.”

An hour later Helene Robinson was the new head librarian at Camden Corners Lending Library. Helene didn't know what hit her. She didn't know if it was her decision or Millie's. Her new friend could be awfully persuasive.

James took some time off from his new job to help his mother pack up their home in Albany. Along with his other good qualities, Chester had provided well for his family. The house had sold quickly. Helene was sorry to leave the home she had lived in since James was a baby but she had a new life to look forward to. She said a tearful goodbye to her friend Margaret who had promised to come for a visit during the summer.

James held his mother's hand as the train pulled away from the station. With tears in her eyes she bid farewell to Albany and all the memories she would carry with her to her new life in Camden Corners.

At that moment in Greensboro, Neville Merryweather was ducking his head to save himself from the perfume bottle that was headed toward his nose.

“I know you are carrying on with that woman. You spend more time in Camden Corners than you do here. What does that harlot have that I don't have?”

“Now Prudence, why don't you just go back to bed. You know I have been faithful to you since the day we were married. I visit Camden Corners to see my son. I would have him come to visit me here if you would just open your heart to him. He is a very nice young man. I think you would like him.”

“Like him? I loathe him. He and his trashy mother. Now get out of here,” Prudence shouted as she picked up another bottle off her dresser.

Neville left the room and ran into Melanie.

“Why don't you just leave her Father. You don't deserve to be treated like this. You don't owe Mother anything. I'm sure you could find happiness with Helene and you know how Melinda and I feel about her. Just in the short time we have known her we have grown to love her and you know you still do.”

“I won't leave your mother, Melanie. She is my wife and that is all there is to it. Besides, she gave me two beautiful daughters and I will be forever grateful. I'm glad for Helene's friendship but that is all it is or ever will be.”

“Never say never Father.”

As Neville walked down the hallway, he heard another bottle hit his wife's bedroom door. No Melanie, I never will say never. He thought to himself as he looked at his pocket watch. She should be leaving Albany about now. I'd better hurry if I'm going to catch that train to Camden Corners. His step felt lighter as he walked away from his wife's room.

The Merryweathers

The Merryweathers

From the moment the Merryweather family arrived in Camden Corners over one hundred years ago, they had been treated like royalty.

The truth was, Merryweather Wentworth had absconded with his employer's bank receipts and rode his horse until it gave out. He walked until he came to the the small village of Larkspur. Merryweather had always abhorred his name. His mother had given it to him after the disappointment of giving birth to her seventh male child. He made the decision to change his name to Wentworth Merryweather and no one ever questioned it. Wentworth Merryweather was an extremely handsome fellow who had the ability to charm anyone who came in contact with him. He cleaned off the dirt and dust in the river just outside of town. He grabbed a pair of overalls hanging on a line in a nearby shack. They weren't a perfect fit but they would do. He didn't want to look too affluent when he strolled into town. Wentworth found the town's saloon and walked through its door. Larkspur was accustomed to strangers since it was located on the road leading west from New York City. This stranger was like none the rickety old saloon had seen. He dressed like a farmer but he didn't have the look of a farmer. Pollyanna Pride, the innkeeper took an instant shine to the stranger. She hoped he would stay in town for a while but Wentworth had other ideas. He joined a poker game already in progress. The card players were happy to take money from this hick kid and Wentworth proceeded to lose the first few hands. After a while, Wentworth told the men he was down to his last few dollars and he'd like to raise the stakes to help him win it back. Before the other fellows knew what hit them, Wentworth had taken every last cent from them and was out the door. Pollyanna chuckled in the background as she watched Wentworth ride off on Rawley Wilson's horse. He came to the next town, stopped in a fine looking men's shop and slipped out the back door with two new suits, four shirts, six neckties, two pairs of shoes and eight pairs of socks before the proprietor noticed the items and the customer were missing. Wentworth's next stop was Greensboro where he swindled people and stole anything he could get his hands on. He never lost track of Pollyanna though and found his way back to Larkspur to visit the fair Miss Pride.

After a few years and an accumulation of ill gotten gains, Wentworth set out for Camden Corners. He knew he would have a better chance being a big fish in a little pond and Camden Corners was just the right spot for him. First, he needed a wife and the mayor's daughter, Sue Ellen, would do just fine. She was a pretty girl with impeccable manners and best of all, she was shy and quiet. She adored Wentworth and was thrilled when he asked for her hand in marriage. The mayor and his wife were happy to give their blessing to the marriage but disappointed to learn the couple would be relocating to another town.

The dowry given to Wentworth was adequate and with the money he had scammed out of the folks of Greensboro, he would have enough to purchase a large home in Camden Corners. Since the town was just beginning to grow, Wentworth had to wait several months before he would be able to take his bride to their new home. He hadn't planned on staying around Sue Ellen's family. He found it difficult to make excuses to leave town to be with Pollyanna without the mayor or one of his cronies catching him. His frustration grew through the months of waiting and then Sue Ellen announced she was with child and had no intention of leaving her family at this time.

The Merryweather house was completed and as Wentworth planned, it was the largest in town. He purposely had the builders put an addition on the house that would be the maid's quarters. The people of Camden Corners were happy to welcome Wentworth to their small village. They were impressed with the fact that the Merryweathers had a live in maid. It was too bad Mrs. Merryweather was forced to stay in Greensboro until the birth of her child but the Wentworth maid, Pollyanna Pride, seemed to be fitting into the community very well. She was well liked by the women and admired by the gentlemen in town.

Everything was going along smoothly in the Merryweather household. Wentworth visited his wife in Greensboro whenever he had the opportunity. Unfortunately he wasn't able to visit as often as Sue Ellen would have liked because he was so very busy working to provide a life of ease for his family. Sue Ellen didn't know what line of work he was in and didn't even think to ask. She was happy she would be mistress of the largest house in Camden Corners. She wondered about the maid but didn't care as long as someone else would be cleaning. She would have to speak to Wentworth about hiring a cook and butler too.

Right on time, little Cyrus Merryweather came into the world. He was the spitting image of his father and even as a young boy knew how to charm everyone around him.

For the next eighteen years, the Merryweathers enjoyed a content life in Camden Corners. Pollyanna remained the dutiful servant although Sue Ellen wasn't exactly sure what the woman did since Wentworth hired housekeepers to do the cleaning and cooks to prepare the meals.

Shortly after Cyrus' 18^th birthday, he and Sue Ellen visited her parents in Greensboro. When they returned, Wentworth was nowhere to be found and Pollyanna Pride had disappeared along with him. The authorities later informed Sue Ellen that her husband had been found shot to death in a small town out west.

Sue Ellen was saddened by her husband's death but her life didn't change. She still continued to buy her many frilly dresses and jewels and preside as mistress of the largest home in Camden Corners.

She and Cyrus never spoke of his father again. The maid's quarters were left empty until the house was sold. Cyrus decided he needed to build a mansion for for himself and his new bride.

Back in present time, Millicent was trying to catch her breath as she raised herself from the chair she had just collapsed in. The young man standing before her was the spitting image of her brother, Neville.

“I'm sorry ma'am. I shouldn't have blurted it out that way. I'm afraid I'm not thinking too clearly since I just recently discovered that the man who I believed to be my father was not my father after all.”

Millicent wanted to protest and send this fellow on his way but she couldn't deny he was somehow related to her brother and therefore to herself.

“Let me fetch you a cup of tea, Millicent.” said Addie who had witnessed her friend's reaction to this boy's words.

“I think I could use it with maybe a little bit of brandy added.”

“Of course. Young man may I get you something to drink?” Addie said.

“No thank you ma'am. If you could just tell me where I can find Neville Merryweather, I will be on my way. I don't wish to disturb you any further.”

“Please, dear boy. Come upstairs to the living quarters. I want to know what makes you think my brother is your father. I'll admit, you look just like him so there must be a connection. My brother is a fine upstanding married man. Respected in his community and the father of two daughters. He would never...” Millicent couldn't finish her sentence.

The young man followed Millicent and Addie up the stairs to Millicent's parlor. Millicent insisted Addie be a witness to the meeting. She was sure there was some mistake and Addie would help her make sense of the boy's accusations. Or, maybe protect her from him. He didn't look like a serial killer but one could never be too careful.

“Sit down young man, now first, tell me your name and why you think my brother is your father.”

“My name is James Robinson. My mother is the former Helene Simpson. My understanding is she and your brother met when he attended school in Plattsburg. Mother grew up in that town. They fell in love but your brother's family wouldn't allow them to marry because my mother's kin were not included in the Social Register of Philadelphia.”

“Well, there you are. My brother was in Plattsburg years before you were born and I'm sure he has never been back there. You couldn't possibly be his son.”

“That wasn't the only time they met. Just about 20 years ago, your brother was attending a business meeting in Albany. My mother's family had relocated there several years before. Mother had not married after her relationship with Neville ended. They ran into each other and what began as an innocent encounter resulted in my birth nine months later.”

“I don't understand, if your mother wasn't married at the time, who is this man who you call your father?”

“Chester Robinson was a very kind and loving man. He passed away about six months ago. Before he died he told me he wanted me to know the truth about my roots. I know he loved me as though I was his own flesh and blood. He knew my mother would never face the shame she had always felt after her tryst with your brother. Mother never stopped loving Neville and from what Chester told me, he had never forgotten her. They met and one thing led to another. I must give Neville credit for telling Mother he was engaged to be married. I don't remember Mother ever imbibing in spirits, but according to Chester, she and Neville toasted his upcoming nuptials with champagne. I'm sure you can imagine that one thing led to another” James said with a reddening face.

“Oh dear, Neville does have his flaws, but I can't imagine he would leave a young woman in that kind of a predicament and continue on with his life as though nothing happened.”

“He did contact Mother after that but she was so ashamed of what she had done and she knew she would never be accepted into the Merryweather family. She refused his letters until finally he gave up and stopped writing. Mother confided in Chester and he insisted on marrying her and claiming me as his son. Luckily, I was a very small baby and no one suspected I wasn't Chester Robinson's biological son or that I was conceived out of wedlock.”

Millicent remembered her brother mentioning a young woman named Helene. She also remembered her father was vehemently opposed to the pairing. She even remembered Neville remarking how regretful he was for not fighting to be with the woman he loved so many years ago.

“I do believe you are telling me the truth James. Your father lives in Greensboro. You have two sisters. Melanie and Melinda. They are lovely young women. I know them well enough to know they will welcome you into the family. However, Neville's wife, Prudence is a different story. I'm not sure how to approach this but if you are in agreement, I would like to telegraph my brother and ask him to come to Camden Corners to meet with you here. You are welcome to stay in one of the guest rooms until his arrival.”

“I would like that very much. I would also like to get to know my Aunt Millicent a little better. You have been kinder to me than I deserve after barging into your home as I did. I'm still in a bit of shock knowing I have a family I've never met.”

Millicent gave her nephew a hug and showed him to one of the guest rooms before she donned her coat and hat and summoned her carriage to take her to the post office to send a telegram to her brother.

Neville Merryweather was finishing up some paperwork on his desk when his secretary knocked on the door with a telegram in her hand.

Neville was on the next train to Camden Corners the words of the telegram still in his head. Remember that son you always wanted? He has finally arrived and is occupying my guest room. His mother is the former Helene Simpson and he is the spitting image of you.

Millicent's Dilemma

Millicent's Dilemma

Millicent Merryweather Stout had never been happier. Her new domestic helpers, Addie and Leo Schmidt brought a ray of sunshine into the old mansion she had called home since the day she was born many years ago. Grady and Elizabeth Murphy were frequent guests along with half the residents of Camden Corners. Millicent enjoyed the visitors. She had been a bit standoffish in the past. The Merryweathers were brought up to believe they were higher in station than the rest of the town and never socialized with their neighbors other than civic affairs. Addie and Leo were delighted with their new home. Leo kept busy with many projects around the mansion while Addie cooked and baked up a storm. She was worried that Millicent was painfully thin. She was determined to fatten her up.

Mr. Harvey from the bank arrived one afternoon. Addie welcomed him into the parlor but Millicent said she had a headache and wouldn't be able to receive him. Addie was suspicious since Millicent had been joking with Leo just moments before Mr. Harvey arrived. He thanked Addie and left in despair. His next stop was at the Crowley Law Firm. He was hoping to catch Oscar in his office and was glad when he indeed was there.

“Oscar, I have been hoping to avoid this conversation but I have no where else to turn. Millicent Merryweather Stout is on the verge of bankruptcy. That mausoleum she lives in has eaten up all the money left to her by her father and her husband. I have tried talking with her about it several times and she either ignores me or refuses to see me. Oscar, I am at my wits end. I know how much she respects you and I was hoping you would be willing to reason with her about this matter. I'm afraid we will be forced to take legal action if we cannot come to an agreement.”

“I've often wondered how she was able to keep up with that old place. Cyrus Merryweather was in over his head when he built the house years ago. I know the Stout fellow poured money into the property when he was still alive. He mentioned one time that Millicent refused to consider moving out of there. I'll go with you to talk to her. Maybe we can convince her it is time to sell but I doubt it. Would you mind if I stopped by the antique shop and asked Nettie to come with us. She has a way with people and it might help to have a woman there to soften the blow.”

Nettie was distraught to hear her friend may be forced to leave the only home she had ever lived in and was happy to accompany her husband and Mr. Harvey.

Millicent knew she had no choice but to listen to Oscar and Mr. Harvey tell her she couldn't afford to live in her home any longer. As much as she tried to ignore her predicament, she had expected this day to come eventually.

After greeting the Crowleys and meeting Mr. Harvey, Addie and Leo excused themselves to leave the guests alone with Millicent.

“No, please stay. This is your home too and I want you to be aware of what is happening. Please, Addie, Leo, sit down while these fine people tell me I have to leave my home.”

Mr. Harvey explained in detail how much it was costing Millicent to keep the house running and how little was left of her inheritance.

“Millicent, it pains me to tell you this but you simply do not have enough money to keep this house going.”

Nettie spoke up. “Millicent, tell me, do you ever use the main floor of your house? I know whenever I have visited you I have always come through the back door and up the stairs to the second floor. You seem to have plenty of room on this level including a very nice roomy kitchen.”

“Oh yes, there are several guest rooms that we never use. Even when I was a girl we rarely spent any time on the main floor. Mama and Papa would open the ballroom several times a year but I don't give fancy parties. Mr. Stout was unlike Papa in so many ways and never cared for large gatherings. He much preferred to entertain company here on the second floor.”

Oscar could tell by the look on his wife's face that she was the perfect person to have along. Nettie Crowley could always come up with a solution to any problem it seemed.

“Nettie dear, I can tell you are forming a plan in your head. Why don't you share your idea with us.”

“I'll have to check with Emma and Lily, but they have been talking about opening another location for their goods. They are running out of display area in the shop. I wonder, if you would be willing to rent out the first floor for that purpose.”

“You mean having a shop on the first floor where people would actually come in and purchase goods?”

“It was just an idea, Millicent.” Nettie said afraid she had offended her friend.

“And a wonderful idea, Nettie. Oh Addie, wouldn't it be delightful to have people coming and going each day? When can we talk to the girls to see if they would be willing to go along with the plan?”

“Mr. Harvey, just how much money do I have left? I will need it to set up the business. Now if you will excuse me, I have some planning to do. Oscar would you be willing to help me with that end of things. Nettie, I would like it if you would come to the third floor with me. I think I have a few things that would be appropriate to sell in the shop. Oh dear, I'm getting ahead of myself. Maybe we should speak to the Crowley girls first.”

Addie had never seen Millicent this excited. She was getting into the swing also. She and Leo would be able to scrub and shine the old ballroom. She had only been down there one time but she remembered there were heavy dark curtains on the windows. She would wash them all by hand and pull them back to let the sunshine in. The enormous kitchen could be renovated slightly to make it into a cozy dining area serving breakfast and lunch. Addie's mind was twirling. She felt ten years younger than she did just this morning.

Emma and Lily were receptive to the idea immediately. “Nettie, this is like a dream come true. That old house is the perfect place for an antique shop. What would we ever do without you?”

The young ladies left Ethel and Jonas Fulbright in charge of the shop as they made their way to Millicent's home. Millicent was on the wrap around porch waiting for them as they approached the house.

“Lily, this porch would be perfect in the summer to serve lemonade and cookies in the afternoon. I think we would be able to get a dozen small tables and chairs out here.” Lily nodded in agreement.

They walked into the large foyer picturing at least fifteen pieces fitting in it nicely. Next was the ballroom. The girls had never seen anything quite this beautiful before. The draperies had been pulled back to let the sunshine in. Lily imagined the drapes had been closed for years and that helped preserve the old mahogany floors and even the wallpaper. Off the ballroom were several smaller rooms that had been used as dressing rooms, a library and study. Emma counted ten fireplaces in all. The kitchen was enormous with several wood burning stoves. The equipment was in top shape but may have to be replaced for efficiency.

The girls were delighted with the Merryweather location and would have their husbands draw up the paperwork. They were also pleased that Millicent was interested in lending her hand with the shop. She and the group rode the elevator to the third floor. Addie had never been to that floor and Millicent couldn't remember the last time she was here herself. They stepped off the elevator and everyone gasped. Never had Emma seen so many treasures in one place and she had seen a lot. There was row after row of fine old furniture, lamps, vases and figurines in the main room.

“Mama liked to shop and Papa could never deny her anything. What she couldn't fit in our home she would store up here until she needed it. I don't remember her ever using any of these things.”

“Millicent,” Emma said honestly “You could sell some of these things to pay your taxes on the house and still have money left over. You wouldn't have to turn your house into an antique shop.”

Emma felt disappointment but couldn't let things progress any further until she made Millicent understand by selling these treasures she would be able to keep up with expenses on her own.

“Oh but Emma, I want to open a shop downstairs. This old house has been full of life since Addie and Leo came to live here. I never did like knowing that big space downstairs was empty when it's main purpose was to welcome joyful party goers. Mama enjoyed her shopping expeditions so much I'm just sure she would be happy to have others enjoy picking out their favorite pieces from her collection up here. Honestly, I had no idea there was quite this much.”

Work began on turning the first floor of the Merryweather mansion into Looking Back Antiques II. It became known simply as Merryweather's before too long. A visit to the original Looking Back Antique Shop always ended with a stop at Merryweather's. Some of the village teenaged boys were hired to haul the many items from the third floor to the first. With just a few alterations, the shop was ready to open for business. The kitchen and dining room required major remodeling but that was something Leo and Jonas thought they would be able to handle on their own. Before they knew it they had helpers from all over town. The men and even some of the ladies were glad to help out. It gave them an opportunity to see the inside of the Merryweather mansion. For years they could only imagine what it was like inside. Cyrus Merryweather didn't spare any expense when he had the dwelling built. They were to discover the inlays in the tiles were not merely gold in color, they were solid gold.

The newest treasures being stored in the third floor rooms had been purchased before Millicent's mother passed away over 50 years ago. Most had been new at the time but had been kept in the closed up rooms without ever being used. They were all in excellent condition but not true antiques. These pieces were moved to one of the many rooms off the main showroom. Each room had it's own theme, a young girl's room, a young boy's room, a sewing room, a dining room, parlor, guest room. Once a piece was purchased there were many more to take it's place. As with the original antique shop, the prices were very reasonable which was one reason for its enormous success.

After many days and nights of labor, the doors of Looking Back Antiques II were opened to curious lookers and anxious buyers. Browsing was encouraged in both shops even though no purchases were made. Millicent was happy to greet each and every customer. She began to really know the people in town. For years she had been known only as the rich woman who chaired the Ladies Auxiliary and seemed to make all the decisions concerning the social activities of the community. Millicent insisted she wasn't too old to learn new ways and her best teacher was Addie Schmidt. Addie had a knack for remembering everyone she met and also knew each of their children and even their dog's names. She loved people and it showed. Millicent was learning to listen and even though she had to write down names for future reference she was beginning to show a sincere interest in her neighbor's lives.

Millicent and Addie were admiring the just completed dining room of Merryweather's. They had tables and chairs all in place and were selecting vases for the center of each when the bell rang indicating a customer.

Millicent greeted the young man who looked vaguely familiar to her.

“Good morning and welcome to Merryweather's. I am Millicent Merryweather, I don't believe you are from this area? Is there anything in particular you are looking for?”

“Yes, Aunt Millicent” replied the young man. “I'm looking for my father, Neville Merryweather.”

Addie appeared from the dining room just in time to see her friend collapse onto the ruby red Queen Anne Fireside chair.

A Growing Town

 

A Growing Town

After seeing Marlin Cooper board the train the next morning, Sheriff Mendenhall stopped by the Crowley home to assure Polly that he thought she'd seen the last of her father. Marlin was full of chatter that morning but he never once mentioned Polly.

“Unfortunately, I have seen my share of drunkards and they usually simmer down when they know they have been beaten at their own game of intimidation.”

“I'm just sorry one of my kin acted in such a loathsome way,” said Polly.

Nettie put her arm around the girl she considered a daughter. “You have nothing to apologize for my dear girl. I knew when you were my prize student several years ago that you were special. Your family, for whatever reason, has decided their place is in Greensboro with your father. You have given them every opportunity to escape that environment. They know our door is always open.”

“Thank you Nettie, I don't know what I would do without you. Now, we have a wedding to plan and I would love your help. Thank you too, Sheriff. I'm glad to hear my father has left town. I hope you will be able to join us on New Year's Eve. Randy and I are going to be married that day so we can begin 1904 as a family.”

The sheriff nodded at the two women as he donned his hat and walked back to his office with a much lighter step. He was always happy when trouble was averted and everything ended happily.

There was another knock on the door. Nettie opened it to see her new friend, Anna Rossi standing there.

“I hope you don't mind my stopping by like this Nettie, I was taking a walk when I saw the sheriff leave and wanted to make sure everything was alright here.”

“Everything is just fine Anna. The sheriff was just following up on an incident that turned out to be nothing after all. Come in please, you can help Polly and me do some wedding planning.”

“Polly dear, I'm so happy to hear you are finally planning a wedding. That Burke boy is a real catch if you ask me. My Rosa thinks the world of the Burkes. Don't tell her I told you this but she has a Burke girl all picked out for her Eddie. I think she is working her way down the entire family.”

The women all laughed. Nettie and Polly knew Rosa well and didn't doubt for a minute that it was true.

“I'll do what I can to help with the matchmaking when I'm a Burke too.”

Polly excused herself to check on Faith who was in the kitchen watching Trudy bake sugar cookies.

Nettie knew Lou Rossi was having a hard time adjusting to his retirement. He had given up his family's vineyard in Tuscany to move across the ocean. He lost his best friend and fellow vintner in Tuscany and the pleasure he once took in his vineyards was there no more. Out of all his six children, only Nick ever showed any interest in the wine business and he had lived in America for too long to ever go back to Italy.

“Luigi and Nicola have been working together. I mean Lou and Nick. I can't get use to saying these Americanized names. Anyway, I think the sparkle is coming back into Lou's eyes. He can't wait to get out of bed in the morning and go to the vineyard to check on the plantings. I just hope he doesn't get in Nick's way. Nick has been doing everything on his own for so long I wonder how he is handling his father's constant presence.”

“I wouldn't worry about Nick, Anna. He is a very good man. I often heard him quote his father when he talked about growing grapes here in our area. I'm sure Nick and Lou will get along just fine. Everyone is anxious for the winery to be completed. We are really coming up in the world here in Camden Corners. Before long we will be as big as Greensboro. I do hope we can keep the friendly atmosphere. There isn't one person in town I don't know and I like it that way.”

Nick and Lou were hovering over the grape plantings when the wind started to pick up.

“Let's go inside the winery. The shipment of oak barrels came in yesterday. I'd like you to look them over for any flaws.”

Nick put his arm around his father and the two Rossis walked through the doors of the winery. The workers were finishing up the wine cellar where the barrels would be placed waiting for the harvest the following September. Lou was impressed with the workmanship. In Tuscany the same barrels had been in service since he was a boy. His father and grandfather had insisted that their wine had an aged flavor thanks to their reuse. Lou never put that to the test but was interested to see if these new barrels would make a difference.

Lou was very proud of his son. He hadn't lived in Tuscany or around a winery in many years but he had absorbed much more than Lou realized when he did live there. He knew his son would make a fine vintner and was pleased to be with him every step of the way.

Nick was happy his father was there to give him moral support. He spent many sleepless nights wondering if he was proceeding correctly. The Hightower brothers had invested an enormous amount of money into this project. They had wanted to go first class with the winery building and Jamison Bentley came through for them. The building itself was going to be lavish. It would have a wine tasting room that would fit two hundred people at one time, a lounge area and a panoramic porch that was large enough for another hundred. The second floor is the ballroom with a platform big enough to hold a full orchestra. On the third and fourth floor there would be suites where out of town guests would be accommodated for the night or as long as they wished to visit Camden Corners. The success of the winery and all of its amenities rested on the success or failure of the grapes growing out in the field. Anna didn't have to worry about Lou being a pest to his son, Nick thought he was a godsend.

“Hello gentlemen” Reggie Blackburn called out as he and Jamison Bentley walked through the doors. “As you can see we've had to slow down on the winery for the time being. The crew is working full time at the hospital site completing the exterior before the weather delays us any further. Leo Carlisle and his shenanigans set us back on our timetable a couple of months and we are just catching up.”

“Lou, have you heard about Josie's heroics the day Leo was caught?” The men all laughed but they knew it had been a serious matter when Leo Carlisle held Josie at gunpoint. Josie was struck with a bout of morning sickness and couldn't hold it back any longer when she regurgitated into the face of her captor causing him to drop his weapon.

“Jamison, your design here in the winery is impressive. It's bound to be a landmark in Camden Corners,” said Lou.

“To be honest Lou, it didn't start out this way. The Hightowers had their own ideas and had me add more and more on until this was the result. I do think it will be a fine looking building when the work is completed. The setting is lovely too, the vineyards look wonderful now. Just imagine how grand they will look when they reach maturity. The proximately to the lake and all the space beyond will just add to the beauty.”

“I was looking at that land son. Don't you think that should be cultivated for plantings.”

“Now that you are here Papa, I think that's a possibility. I didn't want to bite off more than I could chew for the first year.”

“We'd better get over to the hospital site. I think the crew is ready to finish up the roof today and start installing the windows. If the weather will hold off just a few more days I think we will be alright. We'll see you later at the lake house, I hope. The ladies have plans for all of us to go out caroling tonight. I told Josie I'd rather just hang around the wassail bowl but she gave me one of those looks.”

Lucinda was waiting at the hospital site when the men arrived. She was pleased that everything seemed to be going smoothly. Reggie was surprised at how much progress had been made since he left earlier that morning.

“Did you get your whip to the crew this morning Lucinda?”

“I didn't need to, the drop in temperature is speeding them up. They want to get inside the building. You just missed Doc McMillan. He stopped by to see how things were going. He seemed pleased that eventually we will be able to make additions to the building. Doc has heard from several of his colleagues who may be interested in joining the staff here. That means more work for the two of you with the housing needs that will be arising. It won't be long before we are open for business and we need to think of recruiting. Doc is expecting a young doctor this afternoon. He is coming in from Buffalo. He just completed his residency there and is looking for a place to begin his practice. Doc said he would bring him along to the caroling party tonight.”

“Hey, the more the merrier. Hope he likes to sing. It will help drown me out. I can't believe I let Josie talk me into this thing.”

Doc was waiting at the station just as the train was arriving. A good looking young man stepped off the train.

“Dr. Murphy?”

“Yes sir, and you must be Doctor McMillan. It is a pleasure to meet you sir and I do thank you for this opportunity. Please call me Grady.”

“Good to meet you, Grady. Everybody calls me Doc. I probably wouldn't answer if anyone used my given name anyway. I have arranged for a room in the Wharton House. I think you will find it comfortable. I'll walk you there and introduce you to Mrs. Wharton. We will pass the medical office on the way and you can stop by after you are settled in.”

Doc and Grady didn't notice the two young ladies following him off the train.

“Audrey Lynch, you didn't tell me you were chasing after Dr. Murphy. I should have known there wasn't any job waiting for us here. I can't believe I fell for your deception again. I have a mind to wait in the station until the next train leaves for Buffalo in the morning.”

“Elizabeth, don't be such an old crosspatch. This is an adventure. Maybe there isn't a job waiting for us today but they will be opening a hospital next year and they will need nurses. You and I can get a feel of the town and decide if we want to move to Camden Corners.”

“You mean if you haven't gotten over your silly crush on Dr. Grady Murphy by then. You know he doesn't have any interest in you. For heaven sake Audrey, the man doesn't even know you are alive.”

“He will Elizabeth. He'll know me very well. I'm starving, let's see what they have at O'Sullivan's Pub over there. We can inquire about a place to stay for the night.”

“Alright, I'm hungry myself but I'm not staying here overnight and that's settled. As soon as we eat, we will make arrangements to go back to Buffalo.”

“Oh look, it's snowing. It would be pretty except that wind is blowing so fiercely.”

The girls walked into the pub where Fiona was just clearing off the last of the lunch crowd tables.

“Hello young ladies, Please have a seat. I'll fetch a menu for you. Looks like you have arrived in town just ahead of the big storm that's headed our way.”

“Thank you ma'am, we are from Buffalo and have seen our share of storms. I'm sure we will be able to handle it.”

Audrey and Elizabeth both had the pub's specialty, corned beef sandwiches. They even had a piece of Fiona's pumpkin pie. The pie was delicious and reminded Elizabeth of her granny.

“Do you know of a boarding house in town Mrs. Mackenzie?” Audrey inquired as Elizabeth frowned at her. Maybe staying overnight wasn't such a bad idea. Elizabeth was tired and the weather looked pretty nasty out the window.

“Mrs. Wharton's but she was in here earlier and said she was booked solid for the whole week.”

She thought of the Watson House but since Caroline and Jamison married and adopted Kenny and Becky plus Jamison's two boys visiting often, they didn't have the room anymore.

“I'll tell you what girls. Why don't you come home with me. We have a house brimming with children of all ages but you will have your own bedroom and you should be comfortable for the night. Just looking out the window I don't think the train will be going anywhere very soon.”

The Reunion

The Reunion

The Marino household was filled with activity as was the restaurant. For the first time since it was established the Marino Trattoria was closed for business. Eduardo and his son Eduardo, Jr. were busy scrubbing down the ovens, broiler and grill. Everyone had a job to do including the youngest who had just celebrated her 8^th birthday and wanted to help. Rosa, Nick and Lucinda were washing down the walls getting them ready for a new coat of paint. The wallpaper would have to stay because there just wasn't time.

Mamma and Papa Rossi were due to arrive shortly for their first visit to the United States. Rosa hadn't seen her parents in over 18 years. Mamma and Papa had never met their grandchildren and hadn't seen their sons, Luigi and Nicola in many years.

Nick had explained to Lucinda that Papa always wanted his sons to be educated in America although Mama couldn't bear to let her children go. Papa compromised and sent three of his children to the new land and agreed to allow the three youngest to stay in Tuscany. Papa learned English and insisted that language be used at home to prepare his sons to live outside of Italy. The entire Rossi family spoke English fluently.

Finally, the restaurant was spotless. Maria and Daniella had just put a candle in the center of the last table when there was a knock on the door.

“I wonder who that is,” said Rosa “Can't they see we are closed? I don't want any of those construction workers tracking mud onto my nice shiny floor.”

She walked to the door and opened it with a scowl on her face.

“Surprise” shouted her brother, Luigi

Mamma and Papa were standing in the doorway. Mamma had tears streaming down her face as she folded her daughter in her arms.

“My precious Rosa, you are as beautiful as the day we sent you off on that ship”

Papa wasn't trying to hold back his tears as he wrapped his arms around his son, Nicola. Everyone was hugging and laughing and crying. Papa gave Lucinda a big bear hug and welcomed her to the family. Mamma couldn't stop the tears from flowing as she held her new daughter in her arms. She knew instinctively that her son Nicola was a happy man and that Lucinda was the reason. One by one they met the grandchildren they had never known. Even the boys had tears in their eyes although they were trying to hide it.

After a while, Papa said, “Let me get this right. Nicola is now Nick, Eduardo, Jr. is now Eddie, Antonio is called Tony. Giorgio what do they call you now?”

Giorgio replied “Giorgio”

Everyone laughed.

The bright shiny kitchen was put to use again as the ovens and grills were turned on and the food was brought out from the iceboxes. The cooking had begun and the whole family was helping or hindering the process. Eduardo didn't mind. He was happy to see his Rosa so happy.

“We didn't expect you until tomorrow. We wanted to meet you at the train station.” said Rosa

“That was my fault,” Papa said

“Papa doesn't hear so well anymore” Mamma whispered.

“I thought they told me the 10^th but they must have said the 9^th. Anyway, a nice lady helped us call Luigi on a telephone and he came down to meet us. Why don't you get a telephone Eduardo? Then I could talk to my daughter.”

“We hope to get some wires here in Camden Corners someday soon, Papa. Can't use a telephone unless we can get connected through wires.”

“Where is my newest granddaughter, Cassandra? Daniella and Maria have written about her so often in their letters, I must meet her.” said Mamma.

“She is playing with her friend Iris Taylor. I'll go get her now. As much as she wanted to help prepare for her new Mamma and Papa's arrival, we thought it might be best if she were otherwise occupied.” Replied Lucinda as she donned her hat and coat.

A while later, Cassandra walked through the doors with a big smile on her face. She walked over to her new grandparents and gave Mamma a hug.

She looked at Papa with his white beard and said, “You look just like Mr. Pringle.”

Nick laughed. “Old Chris will have some competition playing Santa Claus this year.”

“La mia bellissima bambina,” said Mamma through her tears

“I'm not a baby,” replied Cassandra. “I'm 6 years old, I'm a big girl.”

“No, you are not a baby Cassandra but you are beautiful and you and your Mama have made my bambino, Nick a very happy man.”

Cassandra giggled. “My new Papa Nick isn't a baby either. Did you know my Mama is going to have a bambino?”

Silence fell over the room and everyone, even the youngest looked at Lucinda. Nick's mouth was open but he couldn't speak.

Lucinda's face turned scarlet as she realized her daughter had heard her talking with Diana Taylor a few minutes ago. She had voiced her suspicions to her.

Lucinda looked at Nick and said. “I wanted to wait another few days to be sure but I think I might be carrying our child. Somehow I didn't think I would have an audience when I told you.” She looked at her innocent little daughter and couldn't help but smile.

Nick pulled up a chair and insisted Lucinda sit down and rest.

“Oh for heaven sake, Nick. I'm perfectly fine. Now give me a hug and tell me how happy you are.”

Nick hugged her tightly.

The party went on until the children and the elder Rossi's were exhausted. Lucinda stayed to help Rosa with the last of the cleanup. Nick, Luigi and Eduardo were having a final glass of wine while the women were in the kitchen.

“Nick, do you see much of the Mackenzie's?” asked Luigi.

“Some of them. Anyone in particular?” replied Nick as he and Eduardo exchanged knowing winks.

“You got me. I was wondering if Amanda ever visited from New York City. The last I heard she was engaged to some high society guy.”

“Couldn't tell you what happened there but I do know she's been living here in Camden Corners for several months. I saw her just yesterday. She was helping Maddie at the candy shop.”

“Wonder if Mamma would like a nice box of chocolates? Maybe I'll stop by there tomorrow and see what kind of sweet treats I can find.”

The men all laughed.

Mamma and Papa slept well after their long trip but were up very early the next morning. Rosa and Eduardo were already in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the family.

“Eduardo, do you know of any houses in the neighborhood that are for sale? Something suitable for Mamma and me?”

Rosa wouldn't let Eduardo answer the question. She piped in “Houses for sale? Why on earth would you want to buy a house in Camden Corners?”

“I sold the winery and all the Rossi land. I'm getting too old to manage it and none of my boys wanted it so I sold it.”

Rosa couldn't believe her ears. “Papa, that land has been in the Rossi family for generations. How could you have sold it?”

“Daughter, no one wanted it. None of your brothers except maybe Nicola and his life is here in America now. Come Eduardo, come take a walk with your father-in-law.”

“Mamma, tell me what happened. I can't believe Papa sold his land.” Rosa asked when the men left.

“Do you remember Salvatore Russo? He had the plantation adjoining your papa's land. They were the best of friends and the best of rivals. Through the years they fought about anything and everything. It was a strange relationship but it made them both happy. They had grown up together and their fathers had been friends and rivals before them. The day I met your papa, Sal was with him. Sal and Maria were like family. Sal and Maria had one boy and five girls so they had it all planned that each of Sal's children would marry one of papa's children.”

Rosa shivered thinking of marrying Sal, Jr. He may have become a halfway decent man but she remembered the adolescent who liked to eat bugs and yank her pigtails.

Mama continued her story with tears in her eyes. “Sal and your papa were walking the vineyards one day last spring when Sal collapsed. The doctor said he had a heart attack and died out there in the hot sun. Your Papa lost his dearest friend. Papa changed after that. He was so sad and so lost without Sal I was beginning to worry that I would lose him too. Sal's son took over running the vineyard and tried to help out your papa too. Then one day, Papa came down for breakfast and asked how I would like to visit my Rosa and her family. Of course I said yes. We had never been away from the vineyard in our entire married life. The next thing I knew he invited Sal's boy over for a cup of coffee and asked if he would like to buy him out. The house and all. He jumped at the chance and here we are.”

“Mamma, I had no idea. I'm so sorry you lost your home.”

“Rosa dear, it was just a house. It wasn't even much of a home anymore. You and your brothers hadn't lived there in so long. Roberto, Marco and Dino all left the valley and have good lives. You all have made wonderful lives for yourselves without the land and the grapes. It was time to move on. Anything that was important to me is traveling by ship to America. Papa wants us to live our final days close to you and your two brothers. I hope you will be happy to have us here with you.”

“Oh Mamma, I couldn't be happier. I have missed you so through the years. I know we have written but it hasn't been the same having my sweet Mamma right here holding my hand.”

Eduardo remembered the Schmidt house on the corner of Oak and Vine. He and Papa walked to the house. It was only a block away from the Trattoria. Eduardo was happy that the Rossi's were planning to stay in America. His parents had passed on several years ago and Eduardo always had great affection for his in-laws. He knew it would make Rosa happy too.

“Ah yes,” said Papa when he saw the house, “I think my Anna will like her new home.”

Eduardo and Papa walked further down Vine and turned back to Main Street. The shops were just beginning to open. Chris Pringle with his dog Rudy was sweeping the walk in front of his Christmas shop.

Papa noticed the beard right away and the resemblance to the American Santa Claus. “How do you do, Mr. Pringle?” I am Lou Rossi, Rosa Marino's papa. My new granddaughter Cassandra Rossi tells me I look just like you.”

Both men laughed in such a ho ho ho way that Eduardo thought for a moment that he was at the North Pole.

“So your name is Lou? I always thought it was Luigi like your son.”

“Yes, but I decided to Americanize it like my son and grandsons did to theirs. I rather like the name Lou, don't you Eduardo?”

“Yes, Lou. It's a very nice name.”