Sunday, November 6, 2011

Your Story Told

 MAG 90
 Photograph courtesy Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Tales
I finally found the church.  I knew your grave was there somewhere and was surprised that after so many years it was in such pristine condition. A family member renovated it perhaps?  I was surprised too to find such a large memorial stone amongst the smaller ones.  The parish records showed the dates of your birth, baptism and death.   Carefully recorded by whoever kept the records at the time. Whoever did, had a neat hand which suggests an educated person. Maybe the sexton, maybe the minister.  Definitely not a woman.  Someone who knew you. Someone who knew the family.  How did the recorder feel when he wrote the words ‘date of death’ in the parish records?  Cause of death remains blank. Strange that!

When the family bible was returned to me (after much searching and incessantly nagging at relatives) I flicked through it just happy that it was back with who I considered to be its rightful owner – me.  After all, my paternal grandfather had inherited it and my grandmother had ensured that all the family births, baptisms, confirmations, marriages and deaths were recorded.

I first heard of the family bible from my father when I was quite young.  He only knew that it had been in the family home and that his mother was the person responsible for it.  When she died, my father was serving abroad and by the time he reached England, relatives had ‘ransacked’ the house.  It wasn’t until sometime later that my father (an only child) realized that the family bible was missing.  When he finally found out who had it, the person – his cousin – refused to return it.  He didn’t really want it. He just didn’t want my father to have it.

After my father died, I decided to pursue the family bible.  as an only child, I wanted, thirsted for family history.  I wanted to know about my ancestors. I knew that my paternal grandmother was Irish.  I knew something of my English/Welsh grandfather’s (one of fourteen of which eleven survived) family – one of his brothers threw an ink pot at his teacher and promptly ran off to sea – last heard of in the United States of America! Anyway cut a long story short, I now have the family bible which dates back to 1820. It was kept religiously until the year my grandmother died in 1948.  I was the last but one to be entered. She never recorded her brother in law’s death.  She got up from her sick bed to go to his funeral and three weeks later, died of pneumonia.

I fell ill and tired of Face Book, Blogger and Multiply,  went through my bookshelf where I found the family bible that I had sought for so many years and then just put on a shelf to gather dust. I began to read and the more I read, the more my interest was piqued.  Family trees are fascinating. Who married who, who was born when, who died when but never a mention of divorce. I was told many years later that my divorce was a first in the family. Would that have been recorded had the family bible still been active? No mention of Great Aunt Dorothy  – family lore has it that this southerner bewitched and snared Great Uncle Edward. It was only at the wedding that she introduced her fourteen year old son to the family by which time it was too late. 

After much searching I am here standing in front of your memorial stone.  Why am I here? Why do I have such an interest in you?  Why you above all others between 1858 and 1948? Ninety years of family history and I chose you. Actually, I didn’t.  You chose me, a descendant on my father’s side.  It was only when I read the family bible that things began to fall into place.   The recurring dreams I’ve had since I was four years old. Always a child in the dream. The same child. A very young child.  Dreams of a young woman watching the child. Dreams of a man watching the young woman.  Dreams of the same man holding the young woman.  Dreams of a  different woman crying. Dreams of the man berating the crying woman.  And then the awful indescribable dream of the young woman putting a pillow over the child’s face.  The dream of a funeral after which a tall headstone is erected. Grieving man, crying woman. The people of dreams past.  The parents. And nearby stands the young woman watching and waiting to console.

I know your story little one but what can I do about it now?  I cannot ask the scribe in the church what he thought.  I cannot ask your mother if she suspected your father’s affair with your nanny?  I cannot ask your nanny why.  What I can do little one, is tell that your father’s death is recorded in the parish records by the same educated hand and in the family bible probably by your maternal grandmother’s delicate hand.   Cause of death: suicide.

Rest in peace little one. Come to me in dreams no more. I have told your story.

Barbara M Lake ©
November 2011
Trinidad WI

Footnote:  This is, with some changes, taken from Magie #38  which was one of the first I wrote in October 2010


  1. Come to me in dreams no more........
    Almost sad..........

    Very nice write.

  2. Such a haunting story and very well told. Actions have a ripple effect that change lives in so many ways. The child was the innocent that was affected. You have a gift for story telling.

  3. The story reaches deep in me. Thank you.

  4. wow!! beautifully written..thank you .x

  5. Bee,
    You have a treasure trove many would love to have. I wonder if it can be brought to modern times and current by having you and your relatives subscribe for free to That would be a boon to avoid time consuming recordings.


  6. What a powerful write, Bee. Really interesting and sad.

  7. I enjoyed the way you included reality and beyond in your story - well written.

  8. Bee, this is amazing! So beautifully written.

    I thought of you this morning as I played catch-up with our newspaper. (I've been away from home for ten days) The change in the Catholic liturgy ... I am a lapsed Catholic, however I didn't see that coming.

  9. i hope they are stilled in your this was definitely a rather haunting story...i have delved a little into family history...there is a family bible though in our family that i am sure will tell stories itself...

  10. Haunting and heartbreaking..What comes to us in well done..

  11. Thanks for sharing. It's retelling these stories that keep our ancestors alive. My Magpie this week is A Plot Both Great and Grand.

  12. Touching story, well written, Bee!

  13. Story flowed on from 38 with both harsh and heartening little steps. I would love to learn of such a bible in my family. Sadly, mostly I have to go on are a few pictures and lost tales.

  14. Thank you Mimi - sad - yes.

    LadyCat thank you for the compliment. My problem is that when I do eventually get down to it, my mind runs wild!

    Thank you Christopher - if it did that for you I managed to achieve a little of what I set out to do.

    Hank I am a member of Genes but have never really followed through - never had the time!

    Thank you thingy, Tumblewords and Isobel for the compliments. Much appreciated coming from such powerful writers as yourselves.

    Thank you Helen. It's been coming for a while and I sigh - retrograde step as far as I'm concerned. We can now see the influence this Pope had on the last.

    Delving is good Brian - provided one's not shocked or surprised by the skeletons in the cupboards!!

    Thank you Lyn - actually I do dream and not always of pleasant things. I did a blog some time ago "I Dream dead People'.

    I wonder if some ancestors want to be 'kept alive' Roy. It's living descendants who want to keep the cupboards closed!

    Thank you Nicholas - coming from you, I'm honoured.

    I don't have photos anymore Lena. they were all lost in a family disaster which broke my heart.

    Thank you everyone. This story is a work of fiction based on fact. The only characters who are real are my father, Dorothy, Edward, my grandparents, my grandfather's brother and me. Everything surrounding the family bible in the early part of the story is true but I was never able to get it back into my side of the family.

    The dreams, the characters in the dreams? Fictitious characters!

  15. Bee - I read this with rapt attention. While I wandered through my husband's birthplace's cemetery today in the heartland of the USA, and reading the headstones of relatives, it strikes me of the women and the children who are often only mentioned on cold stones, and otherwise forgotten. Lots of infants who died, lots of children given birth to and life, and the closeness to the land which was sacred. The hawks were screeching all around - the message of balance being screamed out between the masculine and the feminine - for the world today.
    I will look for the family bible on my husband's side, he too an only child, and read the stories when I return home.


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