Camden Corners: The Merryweather - Prolog

Prologue

On the first day of summer in 1973, the grandest hotel and resort in Camden Corners opened for business. The resort was called simply The Merryweather in honor of the family who built and resided in the stately old mansion throughout the 1800s and early 1900s.

Cyrus Merryweather wanted to begin life with his new bride in the most impressive home in all of Camden Corners. He had the house built on top of the highest hill in Camden Corners and ordered the building be so large that no other dwelling would ever compete with its splendor.

Cyrus and his bride moved into the mansion. Mrs. Merryweather presented Cyrus with two children. A girl named Millicent and a boy named Neville. Living on top of the tallest hill in Camden Corners set Millicent and Neville apart from the other children of the village.

Neville fell in love with Helene Robinson during his college days, but because her father was an ordinary shopkeeper, Cyrus disapproved of the relationship and forced Neville into a loveless marriage. Neville moved to the neighboring town of Greensboro with the bride he never loved.

Millicent never moved out of the mansion on the hill. She became Millicent Merryweather Stout after her marriage. Mr. Stout was a caring man who knew his wife loved the old homestead and was willing to finance the constant expense of the place. After several years, Millicent began running out of funds to support the upkeep of the place. A solution was to open the first floor as an antique shop. The shop proved to be successful allowing Millicent to stay in her beloved home. Through her financial struggles, Millicent became a true member of the community. She formed everlasting friendships and found true happiness when she opened her heart and home to others.

It was the dream of young entrepreneurs, Tracy Robinson and Holly Mackenzie to preserve as much of the main building and grounds as possible. The folks of Camden Corners were skeptical the old place could be restored and thought the young women may have been in over their heads. They were determined to follow through with the project. On the day of the closing, they discovered an old trunk that had been pushed into the rafters on the third floor. Inside were dozens of journals written by the women who lived in Camden Corners at the beginning of the 20^th Century. Most every family now residing in Camden Corners had ancestors who lived and raised families in the small town and were represented by a journal or two from the past.

After the discovery of the journals, even the most skeptical of the long time residents began to embrace the idea of restoring the mansion to its original condition and were more than willing to lend a hand.

The journals and framed photographs of the men, women and children decorated the walls and glass cases of a section of the first floor of the resort. At least three times a day, the cleaning crew of The Merryweather cleaned fingerprints from the cases as people were fascinated peering through the glass to read a page or two of the now famous journals. Each morning a page was turned in each and every journal to the next day's entry. Residents and visitors alike felt a special bond with the authors of the diaries keeping their memories alive long after their passing.

Camden Corners Epilogue - Part Two

Nettie Dawson Crowley

May 10, 1911. These old fingers aren't as nimble as they use to be. I haven't written my thoughts since before Christmas. It has been a very exciting time in the Crowley household. Our precious twins, Jessica and Hattie were married in a double wedding ceremony on Christmas Eve. Their lives will be taking such different turns now. Hattie, is joining her new husband, Tony Marino in his post as photo journalist with the New York Courier. We expect great things from our Tony. His interest in photography began so many years ago when he was just a boy. He has won many awards for his photography. Jessica, who was always a homebody has become the wife of Billy Duesenberry. Bill is following in his father's footsteps. He has already begun classes at the Divinity school in Rochester. Bill is living at the school and only comes home occasionally. Jessica stayed behind and will be living in her old room while Bill is away. She is keeping busy helping restore the old church pews Lily and Emma found on one of their excursions. Jamison Bentley told me it was a first for him. Designing a building around church pews. This may be his last job. He and Caroline are thinking of retiring. How nice that would be for them to be able to relax and enjoy their children and grandchildren.

As for Oscar, I don't think he will ever fully retire and I suspect Jamison will be the same way. Oscar and Jamison both established their own businesses and their sons followed in their footsteps. Jamison's son, Kenny has shown a great deal of interest in architecture and has been helped along by the best in the business. As Kenny has grown older, he looks so much like Jamison you would think he was his natural born son.

The grandchildren are all growing so fast. It's hard to believe little Matthew and Catherine will be seven years old this summer. Little Jenna will be six and the baby, Ellen is two years old already. After the scare we had when Emma gave birth to Catherine, we were very concerned when she announced she was expecting another child. We needn't have worried, little Robert Oscar Crowley was born without incident.

We are planning a family gathering at the cabin on Cedar Lake. We finally have all the renovations completed. We have invited the Clarkes to join us. They are such a delightful couple and, of course, Leah and Alfie will always have a special place in our hearts.

Now with the girls gone, Oscar and I are feeling a bit lonely again. Trudy suggested we take a trip to Greensboro. She thinks she might like to come along this time even though she refers to Greensboro as Sin City. I think she is looking for a child to teach all of her cooking and baking skills to. Leah still drops by after school to visit with Trudy. Leah has become quite a good cook and prepares fine suppers for the family. Minerva says it's fine with her because she never liked cooking and in England depended on servants to do it for her.

Even without the servants, I am sure she and Philip are happy they made the decision to move here. Philip's book store is famous all over the east coast. He has donated many of his heirloom copies to museums around the country. I know he has sold many to collectors and still has many more in his shop. One of his best customers is Clovis Finnegan. She lived over 60 years without knowing how to read and now there is no stopping her. Philip Clarke makes sure she has a copy of every new novel that comes into the store.

Jonas and Ethel Fulbright don't seem to be slowing down any. They are still taking junkets to the outlying areas for treasures to be sold in the antique shops. Merryweather's continues to be as busy as Emma and Lily's shop. It's a good thing because it does cost a fortune for Millie to keep the place up and running.

Jonas and Ethel became great grandparents in January. It's hard to believe Susanna is now a grandmother. I still remember the day she was born. I have never seen a more nervous father than Jonas. For the first few months he was afraid his daughter would break. He learned babies were sturdier than they looked and was just fine when his four grandchildren came into the world.

Christopher and Priscilla Pringle are still celebrating Christmas year round. They lost Rudy just after the new year. The whole town was in mourning for that loveable old dog. Back in '03 he saved the day by catching a thief by the seat of his pants. Oscar was visiting an old acquaintance in Brenton recently. The family's hound had puppies in November and there was one pooch left of the litter. Oscar brought that puppy back to Camden Corners with him and presented him to the Pringles. I'll never forget the smiles on their faces. They named that old mutt Rudy Two. He looks so much like old Rudy you forget sometimes that he is a different dog.

I think I've caught up enough for today. I'll make a point of getting back to my writing very soon.

Rosa Rossi Marino

July 24, 1917. I know I wrote just last night but somehow it gives me comfort to put my thoughts down in this journal. Sometimes I forget what is going on in other parts of the world. As I write, Mamma and Eduardo are competing with their spinach linguini dishes as though that is the only thing on their minds.

I wonder why they call this The Great War. What war could possibly be great. I know we have to fight for our freedom but how I wish it didn't have to be in such a way.

All three of my boys are across the sea. We are proud of Eddie and Giorgio who are fighting for their country along with several other young men from Camden Corners. Antonio is with his camera taking pictures and reporting on the war and the heroes. I never dreamed when Tony took such an interest in photography many years ago that he would one day be in the middle of the battlefields for the sole purpose of reporting the events to those of us left behind.

Mamma is telling Ernesto he needs more oregano in his dish and Ernesto is telling her she doesn't know anything about spices. They argue like this whenever they cook together. They don't mean anything by it and it does take their minds off the boys. I have watched as Ernesto goes out into the herb garden and prays for his sons' safety. Ernesto is a proud man and will not let even his wife see him cry.

Dahlia Bloom Hightower

September 9, 1908. Two days ago we were celebrating the twins' fifth birthday and today we sent them off to school for the very first time. It is astonishing that our four little Hightowers are already five years old. I can still remember the Labor Day they were born. We were celebrating the holiday with a picnic on the grounds of our new home. Sometime during the party, our little ones decided to make their appearance.

What fun we have had with them. Violet is such a little lady who loves to walk through the vineyards with her papa and Uncle Howard. I do believe she will grow up to be a vintner herself one day. Daisy, prefers to run through the vines chasing her brother and cousin. Hyacinth and I are glad the girls are so decidedly different. In our early years we were preoccupied with being identical twins. It has only been since the Hightower brothers came into our lives that we have been able to become individuals.

Hyacinth is in the attic now searching for fabric to make baby quilts. We are individuals, but it seems the stork will be making a visit to both of us once again. Doc Julie thinks it's a good chance we will be having two more sets of twins. We couldn't be happier.

Helene Robinson Merryweather

January 8, 1921. Today is the day our Marvella begins practicing medicine at Shane Howard Memorial Hospital right here in Camden Corners. Thinking back to the first time we met Marvella I never imagined this day would come.

Marvella and her sister, Marissa had been abandoned and discarded like trash so many times in her young life, she found it almost impossible to trust any adult. She wasn't the easiest young lady to love but once we were able to get through that hard cover, she endeared herself to everyone.

Marvella developed a love for children that would eventually lead to her choosing to be a pediatrician. We are so proud of the work she is doing with her long time beau, Dr. Grayson Mallory. The two plan a quiet wedding next month. Marvella says she and Grayson have waited too long to be husband and wife and she doesn't want to wait while a big wedding is being planned. Her sisters and I will try to make the event a special one even though it will be small.

After Marvella is married, Marissa will be the only one left at home and I don't think that will be for too long. Tim Hawthorne came back from the war two years ago with an injured arm. Marissa was a big help in nursing him back to health. As far as I can tell, Tim's arm is doing very well but Marissa is still caring for him. They make a wonderful couple and Neville and I couldn't be happier.

Melinda and Michael finally have the last of their brood in school.. The two of them are such loving parents. What a blessing it is that Melinda is just like her father. I don't see Prudence in either one of the girls.

Melissa is trying to keep up with her sister. She and Luke Hawthorne are expecting their fourth child any day now. She is still a delightful young lady.

James and Ella just adopted a three year old who was abandoned at the orphanage in Pittsburgh. The same place they took Ella's brother Billy when he was a baby. James is in the process of putting an addition on the house. They need it with five children.

Neville and I have never been happier. We celebrated seventeen years of marriage in September. I will be forever grateful to Chester Robinson for telling James about his birth father. Thank you Chester. You brought me happiness when I was your wife and I have you to thank for the happiness I found with Neville.

Margaret Slater Wilson

December 27, 1919. Another Christmas come and gone. The last of the children just left after a delightful holiday. Harvey and I love to have all eight and their families with us but it is nice to have peace and quiet back again. I know by this time next week, the quiet will be too much and I will be planning our next family get together.

Ronnie and Elaine became first time grandparents. I can't believe my little boy is a grandfather. I'll never forget his reaction when I told him his mother was remarrying and adopting seven children. I wish I hadn't sprung it on him as I did. It seemed the natural thing to me and I couldn't understand why my only child would have any objections. After the shock wore off, he came around and loves his brothers and sisters as though they had been born into the family.

The children are all doing well. I love the fact that we still have five living here in Camden Corners. Bobby seems to enjoy his busy life in Washington, DC. Harvey thinks he may even be president of the United States some day. I'd prefer he stay behind the scenes. Why, look at poor president Wilson. I'm sure the pressures of his job led to that terrible stroke he suffered.

Lulu has moved to New York City and is staying with Ronnie and Elaine. They assure me she is behaving herself. She has dreamed of being an actress since she was just a young girl. I believe she is very talented but it's not easy getting that big break in the theater. If anyone can do it, I believe Lulu can.

We now have twelve grandchildren with two more on the way. Harvey can't believe his good fortune. He reminds me often that he was the most despised man in all of Greensboro. I find that so difficult to believe. I have never known a kinder more loving man in all my life. He has brought joy and hope to so many children with his work at the villa.

I'll close now. Harvey is calling me out on the porch to see what is probably a goose slipping and sliding on the ice. He enjoys such simple things now. It doesn't matter what the weather is like, he will put on his heavy down coat and stand on the porch looking out onto the lake. He told me just last night that ours is a wonderful life and I agree.

Kate Duesenberry

February 16, 1914. Tomorrow our son, William Willard Duesenberry will be ordained as a minister of the church. It is difficult to remember that belligerent young boy we adopted over ten years ago. I don't believe he even knew what the word faith was. Who could blame him? He had been left at an orphanage doorstep when he was an infant simply because his uncle didn't want a baby disrupting his life. I think Billy may have been challenging God when he asked Him to let Butch and him stay with Will for just one more day. God did him one better, the boys have been a part of our family ever since.

Billy's sister, Ella, found Billy the year after he came to live with us. She is another important member of our family along with our young ones, Hillary and Jason.

Grandma Alma has slowed down a bit, but is still preparing meals for our growing family. The professor makes her happy and the children keep both of them young. Mother and Father will be attending the ordination tomorrow. Now that Father is retired, they visit quite often.

Bishop Fuller retired last year and asked if Will would be interested in being considered for the position of bishop. Will respectfully declined. His heart is in St. Peter's Church and all of the people of Camden Corners.

Will and I are both very happy with the life we lead. I haven't mentioned this to anyone yet, but I suspect we will be counting another blessing in the fall of this year. Yes, life has been good to us.

Lucinda McCoy Rossi

April 25, 1913. Is it possible our precious Cassandra is sweet sixteen today? Cassandra won the hearts of everyone she met when she was just a little girl and has continued to do so through the years.

I don't know what I did right to have our lives take such a drastic turn. One day Cassandra and I were close to being destitute and the next we were wealthy beyond reason.

I'm glad I made the decision not to take any more money than we absolutely needed for survival. Our lives have turned out rich beyond wealth. Leaving New York City and coming to Camden Corners was the best thing that ever happened to us. We have good, dear friends here and, of course, the man we both fell in love with, Mr. Nicola Rossi.

Nick has been a wonderful father to Cassandra and never lets her forget her papa, Paul. Nick and I have added Daniel, Sally and Anna to our family. Mamma Anna and Papa Lou are doing remarkably well for their ages. Lou works side by side in the vineyards with Nick. Mamma says that's what keeps him young. We never thought the vineyard would grow as it has. If it hadn't been for Lou's influence, I don't think Nick would have taken the chance to expand as he did.

The hospital has had two additions since its inception. We now have a nursing school and hope eventually to have a University and a Medical college affiliated with the hospital.

The idea for the hospital began when Kenny Bentley needed emergency surgery for an infected appendix. The two hour ride could have cost him his life. He arrived in time and has been healthy ever since. Kenny is home from college and will be escorting Cassandra to her party this evening. They are just friends but Caroline and I are hoping someday that friendship will develop into something much more.

Anna Rossi

November 11, 1918. Armistice Day. The war has ended. Our boys are coming home. My Rosa has not stopped weeping since she heard the news. All three of her boys have been serving our country. We will be celebrating on the streets of Camden Corners and await the return of our heroes. God Bless the United States of America.

Millicent Merryweather Stout Harvey

September 26, 1915. I suppose I should drop the Stout in my name. Mr. Stout was such a kind man, this is my way of honoring his memory. Leland tells me he doesn't mind and says the name suits me. I have been a lucky old girl. Two marriages to two very special fellows.

Just this morning we lost another tenant to her young man. I'm happy to see our nurses find true happiness in Camden Corners but we miss them when they move into their own homes.

Leland, Addie, Leo and I are slowing down a bit. I notice it's not as easy as it used to be getting down to the first floor to help with the customers. Samantha Springer works in the shop on the days she is not in her dance studio. She tells me she likes to keep her hand in the antique business in case she breaks a leg. Lord forbid that should happen. Her mother, Margie tells me she and Marty have finally declared their love for each other. I could have told them that ten years ago. What a dance team they are. We old folks like to sit in our chairs and watch them glide across the floor at the Saturday night dances. Leland and I always share at least one dance together. He is still so light on his feet. The dear man has trouble with his lumbago but still twirls me around like a teenager.

I've been a little concerned that Merryweather's is costing more money than it is bringing in. Emma and Lily are good about finding merchandise to resell but I think the old place must be a burden to them. Whenever I inquire about it, they tell me it should not be a worry. Maybe I will take their advice and just think about the happy times we have had inside this old place.

Emma Patterson Crowley

July 16, 1915. This summer has been such a warm one. Maybe it isn't so much the temperature outside as it is the baby I'm expecting in a matter of weeks. I know Robert worries about another pregnancy but little Robbie was born without difficulty and Doc Julie thinks I shouldn't have any problem this time either.

I ran into Millie Harvey at Nichol's this morning. She is concerned with the expenses of Merryweather's. I try to assure her that it is still a money making operation and it is, thanks to Leland paying taxes on the building. The upkeep on that old place is very expensive. Leland knows how happy Millie is there and doesn't want her to have to move. Lily and I would like to expand our shop. I'm not sure if we do that there will be enough products to sell in both locations. Sometimes, doing the right thing is not always the most profitable. Jonas and Ethel have had to curtail their trips in the last few years. They do very well for their ages but it is still a chore to travel around the countryside as often as they did.

Lily is off on a hunt as I write this. Matthew and Catherine have gone with her. It's so nice our children have an interest in old junk. It must be a trait they inherited from their mothers and Grandpa Amos.

I think I'd better call Ethel to take over in the shop. If I'm not mistaken, I think I may be in labor.

Update, July 17, 1915. Lila Millicent Crowley was born yesterday at 12:15 in the afternoon. One hour after I put down my pen and called Ethel. She is a beautiful, healthy baby and her mother is doing well.

Caroline Watson Bentley

December 9, 1909. Becky is practicing for the upcoming Christmas show. I never tire of hearing her sweet voice. Singing comes naturally to her. I sometimes wonder if we shouldn't encourage her to pursue a professional career. Maybe I'm just being selfish. I don't want to think about the day our children will be leaving us to begin their own lives. I know in my head that is what should and will happen, but my heart wants to keep them close forever.

I love sitting at the dining room table looking out on the gazebo where Jamison first held me in his arms so many years ago. My shame at having feelings for a man so soon after George's death kept us apart for over twenty years. He came back into my life thanks to my dear friend, Lucinda and kissed me in that same gazebo. Here we are now with our sweet little Lucy who was born just a couple of months after I became a grandmother for the first time. Becky and Kenny who came into our lives unexpectedly and now I can't imagine life without them. My daughter, Grace and Jamison's sons, Todd and Alex and their growing families.

Jamison is thinking of retiring or, at least, cutting back on his workload. His work has been so much a part of his life, I'm not sure he would be happy if he gave it up completely. Todd and Alex are partners in his architecture firm. Kenny just turned 17 and is well on his way to becoming the next Bentley to join the firm. Jamison says he is a natural. At the moment, it's hard to imagine Kenny being a serious business man as he throws a snowball at Lucy who has just thrown one back at him. Grace was such a little lady at that age. Lucy is so different. It must have something to do with being the youngest. She has had to fend for herself. Kenny and Becky have always been good with her. Her nephew, Freddie, is the one who loves to tease his Aunt Lucy.

Now Jamison has joined them out there. He is whispering something. I know the next snowballs will be headed right toward the window. I'd better get out there and defend myself. The only fight I ever want to have with that wonderful man out there is a snowball fight. I know I won't win it, but I will have fun trying. Maybe I'll even get another kiss in the gazebo.

The Merryweather

June 21, 1973. “Tracy, did you think this day would ever come?”

“I knew the day would come, but I never dreamed we would be ready for our opening. We have the journals to thank for keeping us on schedule.”

“You are so right there. The whole town has been reading every word of the journals. I think everyone has felt a real connection to the past and to the generations who lived in Camden Corners before us. It was a whole different way of life back then. I envy the way everyone cared for their neighbors.”

“Do you remember how everyone told us we were foolish to try to renovate this place? Now that people have read the journals, they are supporting us wholeheartedly. I can't believe Steve is on our side now. He is the one who persuaded the Town Council to give us a tax break on the old mansion.”

Walking through The Merryweather was like walking back in time. Every square inch of the place was sparkling. Tracy and Holly had worked day and night to clean, repair, paint and polish the whole house. Each second floor suite was decorated in an authentic 1900s theme and bore the family name of a resident of Camden Corners. The Crowley, The Mackenzie, The Burke, to name just a few. Thanks to donations from the townsfolk, the third floor spa and exercise area was completed in time for the opening. Walking through the front doors, the focal point was a grand staircase to the second floor with a massive crystal chandelier in the center. Beautiful reconditioned early 19^th century tables and chairs were placed in the lobby. The display cases holding the open journals and donated mementos from days gone by had been carefully placed along the walls. Copies of Tony Marino's photographs were displayed in ornate frames. The carpeting felt like velvet underfoot. There was one large dining room and three smaller ones for more casual meetings or parties. Outside, the theme was more modern with two pools, a playground area for the children and tennis courts. Seating and small tables adorned the porch that surrounded the house where views of the lake on one side, grapevines on the another and the ski resort on a third could be enjoyed.

“Tracy, I think we have done everything we can to get ready for the reception tonight. I think I'll take a walk around town to clear my head, would you care to join me?”

“I think that is a wonderful idea, Holly. If I stay in here one minute longer I'm going to rearrange the candle decoration on the piano for the tenth time.”

The girls walked down the long sidewalk to Main Street. They were silent as they took note of the town as though it was the first time they'd seen it. People seemed to be walking more after reading the journals. It had always been a friendly town but now the folks went out of their way to greet each other. They walked by the old firehouse where Iris Taylor fell asleep on the dogs pallet and woke up to a new family. Diana's bakery was still functioning as a bakery after changing hands dozens of times. The Burkes Candy shop no longer made fresh candy but had it delivered from a factory. The Antique Shop filled three other old shops. Jennifer Crowley and Andrea Fulbright were the new owners and history buffs. Along with antiques, customers could get information on any and all of the residents of Camden Corners through the years. The Hardware store had closed its doors in the fall of 1970. There was a new large hardware store that offered prices the smaller one just couldn't compete with. Pringles Christmas shop was still open although the aroma of peppermint and gingerbread was no longer a constant reminder of Christmas. O'Sullivan's was still owned by the Burkes and Mackenzies. Marinos was still an Italian restaurant but the spinach lasagne was never as tasty as when Eduardo and Mamma Rossi were in competition to make the best. Philip Clarke's book store still had some precious rare books in the back room. The Camden Corners Chronicle moved from the Quilt Shop many years ago and was located just west of town. It was now a daily newspaper with national as well as local news. The Quilt Shop returned to its quilt days along with sewing machines, dress patterns and fabric. It was operated by Cindy Hightower who had developed a talent for quilting and taught classes two days a week.

“Look Holly, there is the gazebo where Jamison Bentley first kissed Caroline Watson. What a wonderful romance that was.”

“People certainly suffered in silence in those days. I would have kissed him back that very first time. Instead Caroline was alone for 20 years.”

“The romance of Neville and Helene was a pretty sad one too. I'm awfully glad they finally ended up together.”

“What about Nettie and Oscar? I can't imagine why Nettie didn't marry someone while she lived in Greensboro.”

“She must have been waiting for her soul mate.”

“Did they have soul mates back then?”

“Probably not.”

“Speaking of soul mates, here comes yours.”

“Hi Steve.”

“Hello girls. I thought you would be pacing the floors of The Merryweather and here you are strolling down Main Street. It's really a nice little town, isn't it?”

“That it is.”

“Did I ever tell you girls that I'm proud of you and you were right about The Merryweather. It is just what Camden Corners needed. Now that the project is complete, maybe I can convince you to marry me.”

“What do you think, Tracy? Should I marry this guy?”

“The next generation of Camden Corners residents has to begin somewhere. It might as well be with the two of you.”

“I just happen to know of a lovely place to hold the wedding reception.”

Camden Corners Epilogue - Part One

Epilogue

Camden Corners Chronicle, January 3, 1973. Renovations on the old Merryweather Building begin today. Local gals, Tracy Robinson and Holly Mackenzie are quite the entrepreneurs these days. “That old building has been in existence here in Camden Corners for close to 200 years. Holly and I couldn't bear to have it torn down and replaced with a Motel 7. We know it will require a lot of work but we hope to bring it back to its original splendor. Camden Corners has become a very popular vacation spot all year round. Folks from all over the area come to Pine Hills for skiing in the winter. The vineyards rival California for their wine products. Autumn brings out the leaf peepers and of course in the summer we have the finest swimming and water sports around. Holly and I have grand plans for The Merryweather. We hope to be up and running by the first day of summer, June 21st.”

Good luck and happy sanding, ladies.

“Tracy, we made the morning newspaper. I get the feeling Steve Burke has little faith in our ability to pull off The Merryweather transformation.”

“Steve Burke is not happy because you turned down his marriage proposal to concentrate on our project. I think he'd like to see the whole building collapse and the soon the better.”

“I don't know why every Burke out there thinks of nothing but adding to the population. Aren't there enough Burkes and Mackenzies in this little town already? I do love Steve, but this renovation is important to me and if he can't understand that, I don't see any future for us.”

“Don't be so hasty Holly. Steve is looking out for both our interests. He is afraid we have bitten off more than we can chew. Who knows, maybe he's right. Some of the top renovation experts told us we were taking a foolish chance.”

“Do you want to back out, Tracy, we have about five minutes until we sign the papers?”

“Not on your life.”

Two hours later the papers were signed. Tracy Robinson and Holly Mackenzie and the Camden Corners Savings and Loan were the proud owners of what would be known as The Merryweather.

Cyrus Merryweather built the house for his bride. He wanted the largest home at the highest point in Camden Corners. Cyrus and his wife had two children. Millicent and Neville. Millicent loved the old house and even though her first husband tried to persuade her to leave the albatross she would not have any part of it. After Mr. Stout's death, the money finally did run out and she was forced to turn the mansion into an antique store and boarding house. There she lived the remainder of her days surrounded by the love of friends and family. Neville agreed to a marriage his father arranged and it wasn't until years later, discovered his lost love, Helene and the son he never knew he had.

The house changed hands several times. The original antique shop expanded on its original site and there was no reason to continue operating out of the Merryweather mansion. The house was in disrepair at the present time but was structurally sound.

“Here we are, Holly. It's all ours. Where do we start?”

“Let's check out the attic. I was thinking we could use that top floor for a spa and gym. I remember there were several rooms adjacent to the center room on that floor.”

“Can you believe the shape of this old elevator? I don't think I trust it. That is one thing we will definitely be replacing. Hope the stairs are in better shape.”

The girls entered the third floor. It was dark and the floor creaked. “I don't see any light switches Tracy, do you suppose they used oil lamps up here?” Holly turned her flashlight to the highest beam.

“Look at all this stuff. I don't think any of it has ever been used. We'll get some of the boys from the high school to help us move it all out of here.”

“Come look at this Tracy. It's an old trunk. It looks like it has been shoved back in this corner. I can't budge it. Do we dare look inside? Maybe there is a dead body in there.” Holly laughed.

“Just what we need. Let's both try to pull it. It's been wedged tightly back here.”

“Anybody home? What are you girls doing up here? It's spooky.” said Heather Crowley.

“Hi Heather, come help us pull this old trunk out.”

“What's in there, a dead body?”

“You girls are hilarious. One – two - three - pull. I think it's loosening up. It must be stuck on the eaves. What we need is a crowbar.”

“Ask and ye shall receive.”

“Hey Steve, what are you doing here? I thought you weren't speaking to me.”

“I'm not, I'm speaking to Tracy and Heather. You said you needed a crowbar. I just happened to have one.”

“How did you know?”

“I just figured there were probably a bunch of crates up here and knowing how nosy you two are, I figured this would come in handy.”

“Be careful. Don't break the trunk. It may be valuable.”

“Old is not necessarily valuable as I have been telling you, Holly.”

“I thought you weren't speaking to me.”

“I'm not. That is really stuck in there. Let me get it at another angle. I think it's coming out now although it might take part of the roof with it.”

“You'd love that wouldn't you?”

“Will you two stop your bickering. Let's see what we have here.”

Steve slowly opened the trunk and let out a scream. He slammed the lid down. “It's a bloody hand.” He hid his own hand in the sleeve of his jacket.

“Steve, knock it off. Open the trunk.”

“Sorry, just a bunch of books and junk.”

“What kind of newspaper man are you? These are journals. Look at this one, it's dated 1903 and it has Nettie Crowley's name on it. Heather, wasn't she your great great grandmother?”

“Great great great grandmother. She was pretty old when she adopted my great great grandmother. My sister, Annette was named after her. Look she has filled in every page. Listen to this: I wonder if I'm being a foolish old woman. Here I am on the train headed for a town I've never even visited before. This is great.” Heather leafed through page after page. She talks about meeting Oscar. Oh my goodness. She fell for him the minute she saw him. I have to show this to my mother. Nettie and Oscar adopted my great great grandmother and her twin sister, Aunt Hattie.

“There's one written by Rosa Marino. This one belonged to Millie Harvey, that was my aunt's second husband's name. Another by Caroline Bentley. Oh my goodness. These are all dated 1903 through 1925. There are dozens of them in here. We are going to have to get in touch with every one of their descendants. We'll have a reading party.”

Tracy's excitement was catching. Even Steve was looking through the books.

“I knew I'd find at least one Burke in here and there are three. I knew my great great grandfather Randy was involved in the first printing of the newspaper. Now I will be able to read all about it.

“Look at this, on the bottom all wrapped in brown paper. They are photographs. They were taken by Tony Marino. He won a Pulitzer Prize for his journalistic work in the 2^nd World War. These are photos of the people of Camden Corners. They are marked on the back. Nettie and Oscar Crowley. What a handsome couple they were. You can just see the twinkle in his eye. The photos are priceless. We should get everything downstairs. They are too fragile to be rummaging through them in the shadows,” said Tracy.

They all helped to carry the heavy trunk down the narrow staircase. The girls had planned to spend the day cleaning and getting rid of junk in the building but finding the trunk had made them change their plans.

“Lets get on the phone and call everyone who has an ancestor who we can find a journal for. We'll order a pizza and make a party of it.”

They all got on the phone immediately. Everyone was anxious to see what the girls had found and changed their plans if they had any. At 5:00 folks began arriving on their way home from work. The older folks joined them.

“I would love to have copies of these photographs to hang in the vestibule,” said Holly. “We could also have display cases with the journals opened up to specific dates.”

“I'm sure we all have a box or two of mementos from that era in our attics. Train tickets, programs from a dance, things like that. Wouldn't that be nice in those cases?”

Everyone found a journal that had been written by their own family member. You could hear a pin drop in the old Merryweather building as the reading began.

Camden Corners: The Merryweather--Coming Sunday

 

The village of Camden Corners is rich in history as revealed in the pages of the journals kept by the women of the small town in the early 1900s. The journals are discovered in the attic of the old Merryweather mansion when two of the young residents take it upon themselves to turn the building into a fine resort. Through the years, Tracy Robinson and Holly Mackenzie meet visitors and build solid friendships with all the residents and newcomers to Camden Corners. Reaching the age of retirement, the women receive an offer for the property that they find difficult to refuse. They must decide whether the Merryweather, an institution in Camden Corners, will be sold or whether the 200 year old building will be saved for future generations. Join Tracy and Holly as they reflect on the history and lives of the people of Camden Corners.

The Merryweather is a landmark in the small town of Camden Corners. Its walls hold many secrets of the lives and loves of residents and newcomers alike.

A Wedding at the Villa

A Wedding at the Villa

“Nettie, I feel like I'm 18 again. I can't believe I'm a blushing bride at my age.”

“You look beautiful, Evelyn. The little hint of pink in your cheeks is very becoming. Aren't you glad you listened to the children and agreed to a wedding with all of them witnessing your happiness?”

“I am, but I'm not too sure about Dudley. He was ready to run off last night to find a justice of the peace just so he wouldn't have to say his vows in front of an audience. It's funny because he can talk for hours about an artifact from the 18^th century to a group of strangers, but ask him to declare his love in front of friends and family and his nerves begin to fray. He's such an odd man, Nettie, maybe that's why I love him so much.”

“He may be odd but he loves you too. I can see it in his eyes whenever he glances your way. I'm so happy you found love again after all these years.”

“I am too.”

“They're playing our song,” came Harvey Wilson's voice from the other side of the door. “Your groom awaits.”

Nettie opened the door and Harvey's face showed his approval of the bride. He extended his arm. It was his honor to escort Evelyn down the aisle of the villa's chapel.

With Nettie in the lead, Harvey and Evelyn walked to her waiting bridegroom. Dudley looked anxious until he saw his bride. He waited all his life for this woman and he wasn't going to let a case of nerves ruin this day. He smiled and all was right with the world.

Vicar Will performed the ceremony. The chapel was filled with folks from Greensboro and Camden Corners. The children who lived in the villa were gathered together. They loved Miss Evelyn and were happy Mr. Dudley was going to be living at the villa with her.

The reception was filled with laughter and children of all ages. Many of the youngsters had lived a short time at the villa themselves and were reunited with Miss Evelyn, the staff and their friends.

The bride and groom cut the cake and took off for a short honeymoon which consisted of two nights at the Greensboro Hotel. The staff insisted Evelyn take some time off. She didn't want to go too far in case she was needed at the villa.

The next day, Hattie and Jessica stayed at the villa to visit with their friends. Oscar and Nettie went into town to the apartment house where the girls lived with their grandmother. Evelyn had given them the name of Mrs. Oliver who lived across the hall from the grandmother's old apartment. Evelyn said she was very chatty and could probably help them discover more about their daughters' family.

“Mrs. Oliver?”

“Who are you?”

“I'm Oscar Crowley and this is my wife, Nettie. We would like to ask you a few questions about Hattie and Jessica who lived across the hall.”

“What about them? I didn't do anything wrong. I couldn't take those girls in, I have barely enough food for myself. I had to call the authorities.”

“I'm sure you did the right thing, Mrs. Oliver,” Nettie said in her soothing voice. “We have adopted the girls and would like to know about their family, if there is any.”

“Aren't you two a little old to be their parents?”

“Yes, we are older than most parents but we love them very much and we are trying to give them a good home.”

“Well, I guess it's alright. Come in and I'll tell you everything I know.”

Nettie and Oscar took a seat on the shabby sofa. Nettie had the feeling Mrs. Oliver didn't have many visitors and was happy for the company.

“Poor Minnie Dean, she had her hands full with those twins after her daughter, Rosella died. Rosella was a frail little thing. Minnie said she had rheumatic fever when she was just a wee babe and was never healthy a day after that. I remember Rosella was very pretty, she had big blue eyes and a pert little nose. Minnie coddled her all her life.

“Gerald Long had a terrible crush on her in high school. It's too bad Minnie didn't let them court. Rosella might still be alive today.

“Minnie worked as a maid in the big hotel downtown. Rosella wanted to get a job after she graduated but her mother insisted she stay at home and rest. Poor Rosella, I know she felt useless. Minnie had no idea Rosella would sneak out of the apartment just to take a walk while her mother was at work.

“During the fall of that year, a young fellow by the name of Cloy Livingston moved into the apartment down the hall. Oh, he was a smooth character. Rosella took one look at him and fell hook, line and sinker. He used to stop her in the hall and tell her how pretty she was. She would giggle and run back into the apartment. This would go on day after day. Cloy would go out at night and come home with one floozy after another. He was simply no good.

“Rosella never knew about his nightly visitors because Minnie made sure she was in bed and asleep by eight o'clock every evening. I never spied on Rosella, mind you. I just happened to have my door opened a crack whenever she and Cloy would meet in the hall. After a few months, I noticed Rosella would slip into his apartment. It was a disgrace, I tell you, an utter disgrace.

“It was none of my business, of course but I couldn't help but notice when Rosella began to put on weight. I'll never forget the day she confessed to her mama that she was expecting a baby. Minnie shouted at the girl so loud the walls shook. She marched down the hall to Cloy Livingston's room and pounded on the door. You have probably guessed this already, but Mr. Cloy Livingston was nowhere to be found. Poor Rosella, she was so distraught I thought she might lose the baby then and there. At least I thought it was only one baby at the time.

“The months went by and Rosella never recovered from her misery. Minnie told everyone that Rosella and Cloy had been married and Cloy died in a tragic accident shortly after the marriage. Of course, nobody believed a word of it. It was becoming obvious that Rosella was carrying more than one baby. She went into labor way too early. Minnie delivered her grandchildren and kept them alive by holding them close to the warm stove and feeding them sugar water with an eye dropper. Poor Rosella, she never recovered from the birth and died when the twins were less than a week old. I do believe she died of a broken heart.

“Minnie cared for those precious babies. She gave up her job and took in laundry to support herself and the twins until they started school. After that she worked at the bakery. She would get up at 3:00 in the morning six days a week. She would run home during her break to see the girls off to school and she was always home when school let out.

“She kept up this schedule for years until one day she collapsed as she was walking to the bakery. The poor little girls were orphans. They came home that day and their grandmother was gone. That was when I called the authorities to report them abandoned. I never knew what happened to them after that day. I'm glad they are well and happy.”

“That is a very sad story Mrs. Oliver. Thank you for telling us. I assume you never saw Cloy Livingston again?”

“He never dared show his face around here. I'm sure he knew poor Rosella was in a family way. He hightailed it out of town so he wouldn't have to face Minnie. I can't say I blame him, Minnie would have boxed his ears but good. The man was a coward and a weasel. Those babies were better off without him.”

“Thank you again for your help Mrs. Oliver.”

“Of course, if I think of anything else, I'll call Mrs. Keys at the villa. She seems such a nice lady.”

“What do you think Oscar? Should we look for Cloy Livingston or do you think we should just let it alone?”

“I'm not sure, Nettie. We suspected the twins' father would not be a fine upstanding gentleman. Maybe it's better if we don't pursue it any further. On the other hand, if we don't do everything we are able to find the girls' father, are we doing them a disservice? I might have a private investigator check into it. We may be setting ourselves up for extortion. If that's the case, do we really want the girls to know their father would be a part of something like that?”

“I'm sure you will do the right thing, Oscar. You always do.” Nettie knew Oscar would carefully consider all his options and come up with the right answer eventually.

Six weeks later, Oscar received a report from the private investigator stating that Cloy Livingston had been killed in a fist fight in June of 1901. There was no evidence Mr. Livingston had any living relatives.

“Nettie, I don't see any reason to share this information with anyone.”

In a small apartment in New York City, Lloyd Palmer was gazing out the window.

“Are you still thinking of the twins, Lloyd?”

“Yes, I know they are better off not knowing about me but it still hurts. I don't know why I assumed Cloy's identity when I lived in Greensboro. Cloy was a ladies man, maybe I thought if I used his name I would be a hit with the ladies too. Instead, I paid for any attention they gave me. All except Rosella. She was such a sweet little thing. I ran when she told me she was expecting a baby. What a coward I was.”

“If only you hadn't thrown the first punch when you and Cloy fought. You wouldn't have spent three years in prison.”

“Cloy wouldn't be dead either. No, Ruby, I deserved the time I served.”

“You are turning your life around Lloyd. Maybe you should rethink telling that investigator the truth. I told you I would be willing to help you raise your daughters.”

“Ruby, don't make me sorry I told you the truth. Those girls are with a family who loves them. Maybe I don't have the kind of money Mr. Crowley does to hire a high class investigator but I have done my own investigating. They are better off in Camden Corners with two parents who love them. If I were to win custody of them, what would they have? A life in a rat infested apartment with a jailbird for a father. No Ruby, you will not tell anyone my secret. It's the least I can do for my daughters.”

Lloyd never did tell Hattie and Jessica that he was their father. He often traveled to Camden Corners on business and would catch a glimpse of them through the years. They looked so much like their mama and more so every time he saw them. He was a cad for taking advantage of Rosella but he did love her. He was just a kid himself back then. If only he'd had the courage to stay in Greensboro. His life would have been so different. Who knows, with the love of a good woman he may have been able to make something of himself.

Feels Like Home

Feels Like Home

“Jessie, can you believe our good fortune? Miss Nettie is our mother and Mr. Oscar is our father. Look at this beautiful room. I've never seen such sheer curtains before in all my life. Do you think we are rich?” Hattie said as she unpacked the few items she called her own.

“I don't know if we are rich but isn't this the softest bed you have ever felt. I can't believe when we woke up this morning we were living at the villa and now we are here in a whole new town with brand new parents.”

Nettie knocked on the door. “Girls, are you hungry? Miss Trudy has cooked up a scrumptious meal for us this evening. Your brothers will be here to meet you very soon.”

Hattie threw the door open. “Miss Nettie, this room is the most beautiful room I have ever seen. I always imagined our mama in a big fluffy bed like this. Grandmother says she was very sick and had to stay in bed after we were born.”

“Oh my darling child. I'm sure she had a bed just like yours and two beautiful babies to look at while you slept.”

“Grandmother says we looked like little prunes when we were born. The doctor said we wouldn't live through the night because we were too small. Grandmother fed us with a little eye dropper and after a few days she said we began squalling all the time. Grandmother didn't like doctors very much. She said they were all quacks. For the longest time I thought the ducks in the pond in the park were doctors.”

The three of them giggled and walked out of the room.

Richard and Robert had arrived with Lily and Emma and the babies. Matthew and Catherine were seven months old and full of energy. They giggled when they saw their grandma and grandpa.

“Jessica is going to be learning to refinish furniture? She and Josie Blackburn are taking lessons from Dudley Hanover. Do you mind the long trip back to Greensboro, Jessie?” asked Oscar.

“Oh no, Mr. Oscar. I will be dreaming about learning how to make something old pretty again. That's what Mr. Hanover tells us he will teach us.”

“Tell your brothers how you got yourself into Mr. Hanover's class, Jessica.”

“Oh dear, I'm afraid I was deceitful. I dressed up in boys clothes and I hid my hair under a cap. I fooled Mr. Hanover but I didn't fool Miss Evelyn.”

Richard and Robert laughed. “Nobody ever fooled Miss Evelyn, Jessie. She knew every trick any child could think up.” said Robert.

“Did you come from the villa too?”

“No, honey. Miss Evelyn was the principal of Camden Corners Grammar School before she moved to Greensboro to be headmistress of the villa.”

“Miss Evelyn is very nice, I like her a lot.” said Hattie.

“I think Mr. Hanover likes her too.” Oscar said with a chuckle.

“Mr. Hanover is a wonderful man. I think it's terrific that he and Evelyn are stepping out.” said Emma. She knew Mr. Hanover through her grandfather, Amos.

Back in Greensboro, Dudley Hanover was nervously waiting for Evelyn Keys to finish giving instructions to her assistant.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Hanover. This is the first time I have left the villa for the evening since I came here last year. I'm afraid I'm being a bit overly cautious. I'm sure they will get along just fine without me.”

“Take your time, Mrs. Keys, I understand.”

“I suppose if we are out on an informal occasion, we should drop the Mr. and Mrs. Please call me Evelyn and may I call you Dudley?”

“I would like that Evelyn. I'd like us to be honest with each other. I am not a man who has courted very many women. I'm afraid I am very nervous this evening.”

“I'm nervous too, Dudley. I haven't been alone with a man since my husband died over twenty years ago. Maybe together we can just relax and enjoy a nice evening as friends.”

“That sounds delightful.”

“How did your interest in furniture refinishing begin, Dudley?”

“I have always had an interest in history and feel the furniture of our ancestors reveal much about the way they lived. Amos Patterson owned the old Patterson's General Store here in Greensboro. He was a collector who knew everything there was to know about fine old furniture.”

“Emma Crowley's grandfather. I never met him but have heard Nettie and Ethel Fulbright speak of him often.”

“Amos taught me everything I know. We lost a treasure when that man died. I know Emma and I'm sure she is carrying on Amos' legacy. I'm a tax attorney by trade which is quite the contrast to refurnishing furniture. Enough about me, what brought you to Greensboro and the villa?”

As you know, my husband passed away many years ago. Much to my regret, we never had children of our own. It seemed only natural that I continue my teaching. The principal of the school became ill and I filled in for him as there was no one else to do the job. I'm sure if a man had been available, I would never have been considered. Unfortunately, the principal didn't recover and I just kept filling in for him. After several years of being a temporary principal, they made it official. I didn't care for their methods, but I loved the children so much I just went along with it. When Harvey Wilson suggested I might like to be in charge of the villa, I jumped at the chance. Harvey has given me full control over the operation. I will be forever grateful for his faith in me.”

“What do you think of our town? It isn't as friendly as Camden Corners but we try to make newcomers feel welcome.”

“It seems friendly enough to me. It is much larger than Camden Corners and that makes a difference. To be honest, I don't leave the villa grounds very often. That's why this is such a nice treat for me.”

Dudley found Evelyn to be an easy person to be around. He hated for the evening to end. He walked her to the front door of the villa. He wanted to give her a kiss on the cheek but was afraid they would be spotted by one of the children.

Evelyn sensed his reluctance. “Dudley would you like to come into my suite for a glass of sherry?”

“Would that be acceptable, Evelyn? I wouldn't want to cause any problems for you.”

“I am allowed guests, Dudley. This is my home, after all.”

Dudley was impressed with Evelyn's living quarters. “Why this is just like an apartment. You have your own parlor and kitchen. You have it decorated beautifully. It looks like you.”

“I'll take that as a compliment,” Evelyn laughed.

“It was meant that way. Evelyn, I am not a man of the world by any means but I do find you very attractive. I enjoyed being your friend this evening but I would like to be much more than that. Do you think we could begin a courtship?”

“I think we already have,” said Evelyn as she handed Dudley a glass of sherry. Her eyes sparkled as she stood on the tips of her toes and kissed the shy Dudley Hanover directly on the lips. “Dudley, we are not adolescents who have all the time in the world. As you can see, there is plenty of room here for two. Now let's drink our sherry and talk about the future.”

“You get right to the point, don't you Evelyn?”

“I know what I want and I'm willing to ask for it. I hope you like children, Dudley.”

“I'm crazy about them and I'm crazy about you.” Dudley set his glass down and took Evelyn in his arms.

“Oh Dudley!” she said as he covered her mouth with kisses.

In Camden Corners, the Crowleys were calling it a night. Nettie read the twins a story and tucked them in. She joined Oscar in the room they shared.

“I wonder how Evelyn and Dudley are getting along. Wouldn't it be nice if they became a couple?”

“If I know Dudley, he is still calling his date Miss Evelyn. He has always been timid around women.”

“I don't know why, he is certainly a handsome fellow with impeccable manners. Any woman would be proud to have him on her arm.”

“His mother was a dear lady but very dependent on Dudley. From what I have been told, even in school she would make him come home early from outings with his friends. I think eventually he stopped going out socially. He is the best tax attorney in the state but that didn't do much for his social standings. The work he does with the furniture doesn't exactly require any social contact either. Now he has chosen being the proprietor of a history museum. He needs a woman who will bring him out of his shell. If anyone can do that it will be Mrs. Evelyn Keys.”

“Evelyn is such a lovely woman. As much as she loves those children, I'm sure she has enjoyed spending some time with a gentleman. Do you think he will kiss her goodnight, Oscar?”

“I don't think he will work up the nerve to shake her hand. I'd say it will be early December before he gets around to that first kiss.”

“The twins seemed to have a good time tonight. I was afraid they might have been overwhelmed by all the commotion but they seemed to fit right in.”

“They are very sweet girls, aren't they? I wonder what the story is with the parents. It sounds as though their mother died after giving birth to them. I wonder where the father is.”

“I could ask a few questions in Greensboro if you really want to know,” said Oscar.

“I don't know. We might be sorry to learn the answer. What do you think Oscar?”

“Maybe I'll take a ride with Josie and Jessica tomorrow. I think I'll ask Evelyn her opinion. I will also ask about the dinner date tonight.”

“Are you sure that isn't the main reason you want to see Evelyn. I wonder if Hattie would like to ride along too. We could always do some shopping while Jessica is in class. The girls do need some new dresses and Greensboro has so much more of a selection than Camden Corners.”

“It's settled then. We will all leave for Greensboro in the morning.”

Trudy was busy making breakfast for the travelers. “Just can't wait to hear all about Miss Evelyn's engagement last evening, is that it Miss Nettie?”

“Trudy, you know me so well it frightens me. We are also going to do some shopping. Jessica has agreed to let Hattie pick out some dresses for her. Is there anything you need in Greensboro, Trudy?”

“No ma'am. Anything I can't find right here in Camden Corners I don't need. Why you want to spend your hard earned money in the big city is beyond me.”

“Trudy, someday I am going to insist you visit Greensboro. It is a very nice town. Many of the people who live in Camden Corners are from Greensboro.”

“If it's so great why didn't they stay there. No, if you ask me, that place is sin city and I don't want any part of it.”

Oscar walked in. “Trudy are you going on about the evils of the big city again? You really need to get out more.”

Trudy stomped off to her room. Nobody knew why Trudy, an otherwise reasonable woman, was so against Greensboro. Oscar suspected an old beau may have left Trudy and Camden Corners to explore the big city and was never to return again.

“Are we ready to go? Josie will be waiting for us. Won't she be surprised when she sees the whole family?”

“The whole family! Doesn't that sound nice Hattie?”

“It certainly does, Jessica.” Hattie replied as she squeezed Nettie's hand.