Sunday, 1 April 2012

****Part 2****
I’ve had 3 answers so far to the schools (4) that I applied for last Friday. One, the best from a monetary point of view is near Gainsborough, the worst feature is that the vicar wants a mistress to be general factotum , another at Exeter, another on the North York’ Moors. A school of some description I must get  - though you know where I’d rather be – the further away from Brentford the better it will be, for what you always said, & what I never really believed till now, I have proved to be true.
Indeed, the animus toward you, on my father’s part & sister’s also, extend even towards the child & myself – because he is your child & because I will not take certain steps that they (ie my father & sister) wish.
Since they know that I really am homeless & penniless, they are altered & my sister  especially has been very obnoxious. She has tried on every possible side to make mischief & has lectured the boy as much as she dare. One day last week she threatened to thrash him & box his ears. Isuppose she is afraid we might come in for some of the property if we were too well liked. You may be sure I let her touch him, oh! yes. Twice. I gave her such a doing, that she’s been quiet since.
But as I told my mother (who is the only one who remains the same to me) when once I go from Highclere, I shall never put my foot inside again while my father & sister are there.
Ah! What you said was true – my father hates you dreadfully, & if he could harm you in any way I know he would – he promised me the best solicitor in town if I would only do as he wished – but as he rightly said “You know Georgie, I am powerless to act unless you do” Then when I utterly & decidedly refused to so anything of the sort & said I only wished you’d let me come home, why of course the fat’s been in the fire ever since & by now its beginning to smell nasty.
If it turns out to be Gainsborough, we shant be so very far from Lincoln, shall we? & if ive got to live away from you, I’d rather be in Lincolnshire than anywhere; but oh my dear darling old man, don’t you really think you could begin to think about forgiving me, though I know it is a good deal to ask.
Now I’ve got to answer those blessed old letter, so I must stop, though I really feel as if I could say a lot more. What would I not give if I could only see you-----

Believe me to be.

Always your loving wife

Georgie Hockley


fac·to·tum (f k-t t m) 
An employee or assistant who serves in a wide range of capacities.

an·i·mus ( n -m s)
1. An attitude that informs one's actions; disposition.
2. A feeling of animosity; ill will. See Synonyms at enmity.
3. In Jungian psychology, the masculine inner personality as present in women.



****Hello All. What can I say - life caught up with me these last few weeks. Here's a little bit to get you going****


(Part1)

Brentford

Sep: 6th 1898


My dearest husband,


I wonder where you are & what you’re doing? I had such a vivid dream about you last night. I thought you were going away for a year & that you were saying goodbye to me – you weren’t angry, but just the dear old man you can be if you will. I saw you so plainly, & heard you talking & saw your old face & just as I woke up, I remember hearing you laugh & say ‘You Naughty Jane’. It was so real that I was quite a long time before I could believe it only a dream.

My dearest, if you only know how I long to come home. You know how I used to hate the old scrubbing; well I’d come & scrub cheerfully now – though I suppose that nice new pail & scrubbing brush which I bought for a treat is a slight behold now. What with old stewell & that other old man & the old woman careering round oh! dear oh!  …………………………