Hannah's Cottage

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

An older Irish couple recalls their life together and the cottage home by the sea the wife’s Aunt Hannah gave them as a wedding gift.

As I looked out from our kitchen window, I saw the rain had stopped, and the clouds had begun to make way for the sun. The tea kettle began to whistle just as I finished buttering my cinnamon muffin. Sitting next to me, waiting for any crumbs to fall, was my little girl Kerry, our chocolate lab. "Sorry, girl, no crumbs today. You know your mom has been on me about my messes in the kitchen." Her tail started wagging, and she gazed at me with those big brown eyes. "You are just like your mother. I cannot say no to her either when she looks at me with her deep blue eyes." "What's this I hear, Peter? Seems to me you have said no to me many times over our fifty years of wedded bliss." "Kerry, it looks like I am in a bit of trouble."

I poured two cups of tea. "Kathleen, my dear, would you join me on the patio." "Peter Twomey, I am the one that can never say no." We grabbed our teas and muffin and went out to the patio. I dried the chairs and table. I took a chair. "Madam, I have your chair." As Kathleen sat and I placed her tea and half of the muffin in front of her. I said, "What a glorious Irish morning it is. Spring has arrived our flowers in the garden are in full bloom giving us their beautiful fragrances. The clouds opened just enough to let beams of light shine on the ocean below.

We watched as the sunlight just seemed to dance across the waves making each sparkle." Kathleen sat her cup down. "Peter, I loved this cottage house ever since I was a child."

I looked at the smile on her face as she spoke. "I will forever remember the day your Aunt Hannah told us about her old cottage in Kerry that it was her wedding gift to us. I thought you were going to squeeze her to death." " I was a bit excited. I had gone there so many summers with my brothers and sisters. We could walk down to the beach and swim all day. Then when we came back, Aunt Hannah would have supper ready for us."

Kathleen's eyes sparkled as she spoke about those days at her aunts. "Aye, those memories were good, Kathleen, but do you remember the day we first walked in?" We both laughed. Kathleen smiling, "How could I forget. My aunt had not lived in the cottage since my uncle past ten years before. The dust was as thick as a boot sole." "Do you remember the smell? It smelled like sheep piss."

Kathleen took a sip of tea as she looked out to the ocean. "Yes, but we were young and in love. As we walked around holding hands, we did not see those things. We saw a stone-washed cottage overlooking the ocean and the life we were about to start and the children we would have." With the sun shining and the sweet-scented smell of our flowers, it was the perfect day for an old married couple to sit and talk about their past.

I looked at Kathleen. "Do you remember the night of our wedding, your bothers and mine all giving us a rough way to go about the cottage?" "How could I forget. I got mad at my brother Jimmy and threw a Jameson bottle at him." "Now that was funny. Jimmy was not mad that you threw it at him. He was mad the cork was not in the bottle, and most of it emptied on your parent's grass." "Fifty years later, and he still tells me I owe him a bottle of Jameson."

"I can still see your face Kathleen when we drove up the road towards the cottage after our honeymoon in Donegal. The first thing we noticed was it looked like it had been painted, and the grass roof looked new. There were even flowers in the window boxes. All of our family's cars were parked off of the driveway." "I thought it was rather odd that only my Aunt Hannah came out to greet us." "Yes, but the old girl was moving pretty quick with her cane." "Her smile and the hug and kiss she gave me made me feel something was going on." "I noticed it too, Kathleen. She kept saying over and over, Kathleen and Peter, you are finally home. When she took your hand Kathleen, it looked like she was dragging you inside. Do you remember when I told her that I was going to get our luggage from the boot of the car? "I do. I have never heard my aunt use such profanity." We both started laughing so hard that we woke up Kerry. Who was none too happy.

"How could I ever forget the look on your face Kathleen, when we walked inside and saw all of our families standing there. Then the roar of surprise." "Peter, I have never been so surprised in my life. It was only after everyone was done hugging us. That I finally could look around and see that there was furniture, the walls painted, and the floors cleaned and polished. There was even some peat burning in our fireplace." I looked at Kathleen. "I smelled that sweet aroma as soon as we had pulled into the driveway.

Then your brother Jimmy came up to us with a bottle of Jameson in his hand." "The big bear of a man that he is hugged me as gently as a fawn. Then he handed me the bottle and said." "This is my gift to you since you threw mine on the ground your wedding night. Now you owe me two." He laughed and then told us. "You might notice a few changes to this old cottage. All of us worked our arse’s off while you two love birds were having a romantic honeymoon up in Donegal. We cleaned the old girl, painted her, and fixed up anything needing repair. We all know Peter could not tell a spanner from a screwdriver." With that, everyone broke out laughing, especially my father.

"Well, I must admit he was right at that time, but over the years, I have become quite a handyman." Your brother Jimmy finally spoke up. "Kathleen and Peter, our families love you both and know that if there was ever a couple married in Ireland that was truly made for each other, it would be you two. Now let's all of us fill our glasses with the world's finest whiskey, Irish whiskey, as I have a blessing for the two of you."

We didn't even have to move. My sister and her husband brought our glasses. Jimmy stood in front of the two of us. "Before, I make this blessing. I want to remind my brother Declan that it was his job to read this at your reception. It seems that Declan and Ciara, your bridesmaid, had run off to parts unknown. So, it is my job to carry on our family's wedding tradition that I might mention is over two hundred years old. I ask all of our families to raise their glasses."

Jimmy pulled out a tattered piece of paper. "Kathleen and Peter, will you join hands." We took each other's hand and looked at Jimmy.

"A McGrail cannot be officially married until the oldest brother reads our family blessing." We watched as he clutched that tattered paper in his hands and softly spoke.

"May whatever path your life takes you. Know you will never walk alone. When the sunrises turn to sunsets, may you have the memories of all those years together to warm your hearts and bring you smiles, knowing you have led a good and loving life.”

“Sláinte"

With that, everyone in the room swallowed their whiskey and shouted. “Sláinte.”

I looked at Kathleen; her face seemed to glow in the sunlight, and her smile could not be any wider. "Oh, Peter, what a night that was. Our families made our cottage home look as it did when it was built by my great-grandfather in 1865."

The party that night lasted into the wee hours of the morning. The last to leave was Jimmy and his wife. "I still remember them walking down the driveway, using each other as support. Thank God they only had to walk around the corner, and they were home." "Peter, what a night it was." "Yes, it was Kathleen. But it was fireworks we enjoyed that night in bed that I will never forget." "It was magical, Peter."

Kathleen looked to the sky. “Peter, it looks like another Irish day. Sunny, nice, and then rain.” Dark rain clouds were filling the sky. We grabbed everything off the table and sprinted to our rear door. Thankfully we made it inside just as the heavens opened up.

The house felt chilly, so I tossed a peat briquette into the fireplace. "Peter, the fire smells so good. Do you mind waiting on lunch? It would be nice to sit by the fire." "Lunch can wait as long as the love of my life sits on the sofa next to me." "Why Mr. Twomey, I would love to sit next to you. How about I get my love a glass of whiskey?" "Mrs. Twomey, I would love a glass as long as you have one with me." Kerry found her usual spot on her rug in front of the fire. She curled up and went to sleep. I sat on the sofa; the heat from the fire made the dampness fade.

Kathleen handed me my drink and cuddled next to me with hers. "Peter, it has been a while since we talked about our wedding." "Too long, my sweet." I raised my glass and looked at Kathleen. "Here is to the happiest couple in all of Ireland.” “Sláinte." Everyone in the room shouted. " Sláinte."

As we sat by the fire, we talked about our years in our cottage. We had six children, three boys, and three girls. How we managed all of those years with only three bedrooms and one bath neither of us knew. But what we did know was the love we had for each other the day we married grew stronger each day that passed. It was that love that carried us both through life's ups and downs. Raising three boys praying they would make it to adulthood. Now they are all married and with children of their own. Our daughters, well, they were a bit more of a challenge. We dealt with their moods, their changing hormones, and the sisters fighting. Our girls all turned out lovely. Thankfully, all of them got their mother's beauty and intelligence. Like our boys, the girls are now married and raising children of their own. Kathleen loves to hear her daughters when they complain to her about theirs. How temperamental they are and their moods.

How Kathleen keeps from laughing when one of them says to her. "I wasn't that way when I was growing up." Kathleen would smile and think to herself, "What goes around comes around."

That night in front of the fire, the words of Kathleen's family's blessing seemed to flow through my mind. “When the sunrises turn to sunsets, may you have the memories of all those years together to warm your hearts and bring you smiles, knowing you have led a good and loving life.”

I kissed Kathleen and whispered in her ear. "We have led a good and loving life."


Submitted: June 23, 2021

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Ann Sepino

This is so sweet! I love the warmth and contentment that seems to flow from the words of this story. I do think the dialogues could be separated for a cleaner look, but overall, following who's saying what was pretty easy. Beautiful job!

Thu, June 24th, 2021 2:50pm

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Thank you so much! I am a fairly new writer and much to learn.

I recently finished my attempt at a book. I am currently in the editing process with a book editor. You may not be interested in mafia type of books. However, this is more about love and how a young man meets and falls in love with the daughter of a top mafia member. Their romance is forbidden, the main character almost dies for the love of his life. I could go on, but I would be giving away the story. This is not your typical mob book. I wrote it based on my life and the wonderful woman that married me. (Hannah's cottage is based on the two of us. We lived in an Irish cottage like the book for six months a few years ago.)

It is fiction, but has elements of non-fiction mixed all through the book. I am a retired Detective Lieutenant and spent most of my career as a Detective. This is where some of the non-fiction comes into the book.

I would appreciate it very much if you could at least check out my website and subscribe to my updates. even if my type of book does not interest you. The more subscribers I have the better odds I will of getting a Literary Agent and Publisher.

Here's the link: https://www.rfrohm.com/

Thank you again for your kind words.

Richard

Thu, June 24th, 2021 3:32pm

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