Me and 1943

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

Margaret's home town is being bombed during World War 2 so her family packs up and flee's to Canada. she leaves everything behind her friends, her boyfriend, her dead father and now her older brothers Dave and Thomas. she feels like everyone in her life is disapearing right before her eyes. Or are they?

CHAPTER 1

It all started July 2nd 1943, I was packing my suitcase, and we had to leave our cozy old small and beautiful home in England. We were under threat, again. My little sister Daisy was only three the first time we left home and therefore couldn’t pack her own suitcase. Now four years later she is much more capable of packing a bag, which is small and nearly empty. We didn’t have very many belongings so we packed what we had. Mother was busy in the kitchen, she looked a bit upset, me being fourteen years of age knew the sensible thing to do, was to leave Mother alone. But the truth is I already know why. My two older brothers Dave nineteen and Thomas seventeen have to go to the war, to fight for their country. My younger brother, Michael is only four so he comes to a temporary home with Mother, Daisy and I. I decided then and there that I would go off and say my goodbyes to all my friends and their older brothers, people leaving England for the newer land near south and last but not least my boyfriend. He was waiting for me at our usual spot, away from the busy streets, down by the meadow. It made me cry thinking about whether or not I would see him again, I think he knew I was tearing up even though I wasn’t facing him because he instantly turned my head, so I could see his beautiful blue eyes and said “ don’t worry my family promise we will return to England after the war has passed over.” I put my head on his shoulder and cried and cried and cried he put his big arms round me and held me tight, I can’t remember how long I was crying for or how long we were at the meadows for.

 
I woke up early the next morning; I wanted to get some last minute packing done. When I crept into our small kitchen Mother was already standing there staring out of the window her face looked so bleak, as if she might have lost all light and soul from her body. I walked over to the window to see what she was so mesmerized by, it was Dave and Thomas, they were leaving to go to war, they looked so smart in their uniforms. I decided just to leave Mother alone; I went back to Daisy and my room, to wake up Daisy and to continue packing. I packed my two pairs of shoes, three skirts and all four blouses that I owned that Mother had bought for me many years ago and photos of my friends and me, my family and then photos that made me cry, photos of ‘us’ Ben and me. I packed those on the bottom so I wouldn’t cry too much. Daisy was still asleep; I thought she would have been stirring by now. I went to wake Michael; he wasn’t in his little bed by Mothers. I started to worry, where could he be? I walked into the kitchen to ask Mother if she had seen him, and there he was sitting at the small square kitchen table that we ate at; he was eating a bowl of porridge, which Mother had made him. By now Daisy was standing behind me, she too was surprised to see Mother cooking, Mother hadn’t cooked since Father died four months ago. She seemed a lot more cheerful than usual. I guessed she was just trying to make us feel better about leaving, again.
 
I was unsure of the time we left; I believe it was around the evening because it was dark when we were shipped to Canada. I hate sailing it makes me feel sick, except I never dared to let that slip from my lips, because if I did I may have been treated differently which I didn’t want, if I could avoid it! I cried most of the way to Canada, I cried for my sorrows , I cried for my undying love towards Ben, I cried for the family members I had lost but most of all I cried for my Mother. She hadn’t seemed herself these past few days, I couldn’t put my finger on it! Why was she so sad, yet comforting to us children? I thought long and hard then suddenly… that’s it! Aw poor Mother, it was the time of their anniversary. Before Father had passed away. Oh and it would have been there 12th year of being in Holy Matrimony. They were married on the 4th of July 1913. Then ten days later Dave was born. Before we left Mother packed each of us a small material bag. Inside the pack was a scoop of porridge, left over from breakfast, for the road. When I was five Mother made everyone, including Father, a hand made water bottle, with our names engraved. But when Father died, we had to sell his one for one pound, just so we could eat. Mother was so upset, but she knew if she didn’t she may lose another person she loved.
 
Father dying meant that Dave and Thomas had to work at the market to get enough money for food. I too worked, but I worked with mum cleaning houses for the rich. Daisy and Michael would stay home while the rest of us worked, only because they’re too young to work for money, but they could still work at home for Mother. It was hard to leave England, especially when Mother doesn’t even know whether or not our house will be there when we get back.
 
It was a very long trip on the ship to Canada. When we got to Canada, finally, we had to then go on four trains. Then we had to wait for seven and a half hours before an old lady came and picked us up, she was one of seventeen house maids at our new home, which was massive! The old lady led Daisy and I up the stairs, she then came to a door and opened it Daisy walked in but when I tried the old lady put her hand out and said “This way Miss.”  And led me to the next door and opened it for me. I walked in put my small suitcase on the BIG bed and went through another door, this door led into a small bathroom, with a bath tub plated with gold! After such a long journey I was ready for a bath, when I turned on the tap I discovered that for the first time in my life I would be bathing in hot water! Straight away I stripped off my dirty dress. But before It could fall on the ground it was already in the old lady’s hands on the way to the laundry. After my hot bath, I walked back into my room, only to find my suitcase missing, I went through the next door in my room and found a wardrobe full of lovely dresses and then my suitcase, empty. My clothes were hanging up and I went from having only two pairs of shoes to having twelve pairs of shoes. Just then there was a knock on the door I crabbed my bath rob and chucked it on just as Mrs. White walked in. “ Miss you are to wear your finest outfit and then come down to the dining room, someone special is here to see you.” I quickly crabbed a lovely pink floral dress, and a pair of pink sequined heels and walked down the long set of stairs to the dining room, to find a long white table with gold cutlery and silver dishes full of food. Then much to my surprise someone very special to me did walked trough the front door, suitcase in his arms.
 
It was Ben. “Oh my gosh! Ben what are you doing here?”
“Well when I heard you were coming to Canada then so was I!”
I was so happy that he was here with me. But the curiosity inside me burned all the way down my throat. Why was he here? I wondered. I would ask later right now I was too busy embracing Ben. I had missed him more than I thought I would.


Submitted: September 15, 2009

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The Divine Miss M

not going to finish it, sorry for anyone who liked it




sorry again
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