picture of the train that we went on this summer on our trip to beautiful British Columbia! Picture is real, the following story though is fiction.
“Clickety clack, clickety clack!” The motion of the train as it rolled down the tracks felt soothing to her. She watched out the window at all the beauty rushing by. Julia had been riding the train for almost a week now, but she still didn’t tire of watching out the window. Though she was getting anxious to finally get to her destination and be able to breathe in the fresh air, for longer than just a few minutes. It would be nice to be at her own house too, a place she could call home.
Swallowing a lump in her throat, she smoothed out her dress the best she could with her hands. Perhaps she should have picked the other dress to wear, but it was too late to worry about that now. Was she dressed too fancy or not fancy enough? Oh now her stomach started churning. Clenching her hands she took a deep breath in and breathed out as she un-clenched her hands.
Julia tried to remember the sweet words her Mama had said to her, before she got on the train heading into the unknown. Her Mama had pulled her close into a tight hug and whispered in her ear. Her voice was barely audible, Julia knew she was fighting back tears as well, but she was being strong for her daughter, like she always had been.
The train was slowing down, this was it. The time had come. Julia fingered the locket around her neck. The one her Mama had put on her as she gave her a kiss goodbye.
The train had reached the END of the line, but for Julia her new life was just beginning!
Nervously Luke paced in front of the train twisting his hat in his hands. His heart was thudding. Was he doing the right thing?
“Daddy, Daddy?” Anna pulled on his arm. “What will she look like?”
Luke ran his fingers through Anna’s hair as he said, “Remember what the letter said? She has fiery red hair, pretty like yours!”
“Oh Daddy, I can’t wait! I gonna have a new Mama!” and Anna’s eyes sparkled.
Luke smiled as a peace came over him. Yes, he had done the right thing in placing the ad, Anna needed a Mama. He took a deep breath looking at his dear daughter, who was smiling from ear to ear. His heart had butterflies in it, would she like him? Of course she would fall in love with Anna, she was adorable, but what about him? All his questions would be answered in time, for now he did feel anticipation, their new life was just beginning!
Hmmm…. I am very intrigued.
What sent you down this story path?
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Glad you are intrigued but sorry can’t really say what took me down this path. I wish I did know why things pop in my brain suddenly but….still a mystery. LOL!
I know that mail order brides did happen long ago and I just can’t imagine having the courage to leave all behind to go marry a total stranger!
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Well, I hope one of them doesn’t turn out to be a homicidal maniac.
I can’t imagine an arranged marriage. Especially with our culture’s idea of what a marriage is. You have no idea what you are getting into. What if they annoy the hell out of each other?
But it is common elsewhere and I suppose they make it work.
Very creative start. Look forward to more if you keep going.
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Oh gosh! I can assure you that neither one turns out to be a homicidal maniac! …smack goes my head!
I agree I am sure some of the arranged marriages did not turn out well!
Well thanks for your nice words but…. now your last sentence has my mind going. LOL!
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The rate at which I make you smack your head has me concerned for your health and well being. I don’t like having my peculiar personality present a harm to others. I may have to stick with conversing with my poor dog from now on.
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LOL!! Have no fear! Trust me, my head is well protected, I would hate for your poor dog to have to suffer!
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I am pretty sure that she just interprets everything I say as “would you like a treat?”
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Our dogs apparently speak the same language.
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Reminds me of western movies where new momma is needed to help toil the earth and raise kids.
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You basically married out of necessity back than, instead of love.
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Mail order bride
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Exactly!
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I just posted Part 2 last night. 🙂
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What an unusual story structure. It starts in the middle, goes to the end, and then finishes with the beginning. Now that’s creative writing.
But I’m with Jason. I hope one of them isn’t a homicidal maniac.
You’re right though. Mail order brides were once a thing. This practice finally ended when postage rates increased along with obesity in America. No one could afford the shipping charges to order a bride anymore.
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Well you said every story had to have an End but you didn’t say that the end had to be at the End! 🙂
Oooh why am I not surprised that you agree with Jason! I may have to continue the story just to show you both that they don’t become maniacs!
Oh gosh on your reasoning behind why there isn’t mail order brides anymore! Shaking my head!
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Yes, what we need is the beginning to this story. So please let us know what happens next.
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Well I will be up all night tonight working nightshift so who knows I may come up with a beginning. 🙂
But let me reinstate that she is not homocidal or as Jason also said pesticidal!
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And in these days of the internet it is all handled digitally.
So, 2 votes for homicidal maniac? Or maybe she is just pesticidal.
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And if she’s not pesticidal, maybe she just has a crabby attitude.
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…mmm..!! Her attitude is fine, she drinks coffee every morning. 😝
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I pity the fool who says “good morning” to her, before she’s had her coffee.
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LOL!
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Thats only me on Thursday mornings 🙂
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And this is Thursday. Go ahead and drink your morning poison, please. I want to avoid having my head bit off.
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Welll here is your morning laugh for the day. I got my coffee like you said. Got French Vanilla coffee at the convenience store near us, for I needed gas too. When I got home I realized I forgot to get gas! But hey the coffee is good!
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Oh, man. I think you’re tired. Maybe you need to stop pulling those all-nighters.
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Its just one night a week so I can handle it but no. I couldn’t do more than that! On the btight side I did write a Part 2 to the story last night. 🙂
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Oh good. I can’t wait to read the beginning.
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LOL!
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Did you know that Harry Chapin had a song called , “Mail order Annie!” A reader just made that comment on here and sent the link. Anna is very close to Annie. I almost had the right name, just wrong person. LOL!
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What a coincidence. But are you sure it wasn’t Cat Stevens?
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Oh gosh, I wasn’t thinking about that! Yes, I am sure wise guy!
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This morning I had coffee and preparing to file my taxes.
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Well you definitely need coffee for that! Hey, if you a lot of trouble not knowing what to do with your refund….welll….I may have some ideas. LOL! Just trying to be helpful. 🙂
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You’re assuming that it will be a refund. I try to run pretty close to zero.
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🙂
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With luck, the coffee will kill you and you won’t have to pay ’em.
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Oh gosh! Leave it to you, to look at things in such a positive way! Though being that he drinks black coffee there may be more of a chance of that! 🙂
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You know the IRS secretly puts chemical compounds in coffee to make you a good little tax payer.
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If that’s the case you shouldn’t drink it black. You’ve got to dilute that truth serum with about two spoonfuls of fraud and a splash of evasion.
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I have to do my duty. Clearly the US does not have enough bombs yet.
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You’re a true American patriot.
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At least I get to read about wealthy people like Sanders and Bloomberg arguing about rich people taxes, as I pay mine. The middle class is always the prime target of the IRS.
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Yeah, it’s best to be either very poor or very rich, when it comes to paying taxes. Everyone else is caught in the middle.
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long gone are such simple days, trust and faith resound in your wonderful story. such a feel good one to me and I appreciate the warmth it creates.
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You are right in ways they were simpler days but I still can’t imagine being a mail order bride back then!
Glad I could create some warmth for you my friend. 🙂
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I love your story telling, its like I am sitting beside you, which I have and totally enjoy your company too!
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😊😊♥️
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great story- reminds me of the wonderful Harry Chapin song – Mail-Order Annie!
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Thanks! I hadn’t heard that song! Guess I almost had the right name. LOL!
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Harry is one of my all-time favorite artists!
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Oh my gosh this is so exciting! Luke sound so charming and Julia is intriguing 😍
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Thanks! So glad you are enjoying it!! 😊
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Oh… Anna is a sweetheart 😘
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