Is card reading just a harmless parlour game? Part 1 Terri

Claremont Teachers' College

Some people fit in so well. They just seem to blend into the scenery, and everybody accepts them for what they are; or what they appear to be. I found that out very early in my life, so was prepared for it; prepared for it when I went to Claremont Teachers’ College in Perth West Australia.

It’s just a matter of either finding one’s niche; superbly camouflaged, or going out on a limb and proclaiming, “This is me. Take me as you find me”.

Beware intrepid tree climber; those branches are not always too robust. Those branches may snap. And when they do, it’s a long way down to reality.

Claremont Teachers' College

Individuality

The safer course is to blend in.

So we all showed our individuality; our rejection of stated values, by dressing the same as our peers; by acting and reacting in the same manner.

And we dragged our parents into our statements of individuality along with our late adolescent Angst. Was there a mother in Perth who could not knit, and if she could, did she not knit the longest and the loosest “sloppy Joe” sweater in the most earthy colours? The sweater was an exterior proclamation of our inner burgeoning Angst. Well, Angst of a kind. I mean, what late teens - early twenties in 1961, had either heard of Angst or were prepared to indulge in it? We didn’t know if we had it, but we worked hard at acquiring it.

Angst

We had to find out about Angst at Psychology Lectures under the benevolent eye of Mr Kagi.

Brubaker: ‘The Psychology if Childhood and Adolescence’.

But Angst and psychology and dysfunctional traits applied to other people. French Students at the Sorbonne and the like; with Americans in hot pursuit. They had Angst in layers; they were knee deep in Angst.

But in Perth, West Australia, we faced our Brave New World from a safer platform.

Brubaker or Brubeck

Of course we read ‘The Catcher in the Rye’ and admired Holden Caulfield. Naturally we read ‘Archie and Mehitabel’ and laughed all the way through ‘Mad’ magazine. Of course we did.

And we wrote blank verse without a single capital letter on the page… not even in the title. And we sat through hours of silence and black coffee at ‘The Pot’ in Wellington Street or listened to Dave Brubeck and Nina Simone at the same venue.

Brubaker during the day and Brubeck at night.

We sat through hours of Nouvelle Vague movies; left cinemas in tears over ‘Bonjour Tristesse’, wriggled uncomfortably through every bit of Fellini at the Liberty Theatre; a tiny airless cinema which showed every foreign movie as soon as it came to West Australia.


So we wandered around College in the eternal uniform of non-conformist youth; conforming to the strictest dress code that any amount of peer pressure could insist on.

So we talked about all the new things that had broadened our horizons, but if I am any gauge of what it really meant, we knew little and understood precious little less.

I certainly had only a rudimentary appreciation or understanding of ‘The meaning of Life’, and I suspected that most of my peers were wallowing in confusion also. But sometimes, only sometimes I wondered if there was something, just something that I was unaware of.


Protective Camouflage

We conformed: from earth coloured sweaters to olive green corduroys; we conformed from loafers to duffle coats; we conformed to each other so well that the makers of camouflage could have come to us for advice. We almost disappeared in our unique conformity. And when, or if, someone stepped out of line and wore a little more colour than acceptable, or looked as if he had any real individuality, or she wore something vaguely pretty, those people stood out from the crowd in an alarming manner.

Colin Spelling wore a shade of blue that was almost frightening, and he made one uneasy step beyond the pale when he had his hair cut short, back and side. The only thing that saved him from total censure was his deplorable lack of personal hygiene. We liked Colin for that. It was his own personal banner to be waved with pride.

Judith Crane wore a shade of lipstick that was too bright and then compounded her sins by having her hair styled so that she looked wholesome and just the sort of girl a mother would be proud of.

Maureen O’Sullivan almost started a riot when she appeared at college in the most flamboyantly artistic clothes, with outrageously red hair done in a style that would have made a member of the mid eighteenth century demimonde look on admiringly, but Maureen had integrity and a flamboyant nature that would not fit too comfortably within education and she took her integrity, completely intact, and left the sacred Halls of Academe and, I believe, went on to better things.


Terri

But there, to take up the baton that Maureen O'Sullivan had handed on so beautifully and threateningly, was Terri Rolle.

Terri made not the slightest attempt to follow the herd. She didn’t follow the mature students in their adherence to respectable clothing and attitudes, or their rather desperate attempts to regain missed youth. Even if she had wanted to, she didn’t fit at all comfortably into the plethora of ‘La Dolce Vita’ headscarfed and mini-heeled, wide, black belted pseudo intellectuals on their imagined via Venetos. She hadn’t the slightest sartorial link with the gamins of the Nouvelle Vague, and neither did she conform at all to the depressed and depressing coffee drinking ante-suicidal denizens of ‘The Pot’.

Terri was Terri, and she did it gloriously.

She dressed in incredibly high stilettos and her skirts were just below the knee, and full. And she knew how to walk in those high heeled shoes and to move her body and her hips like an aristocrat… or better still, like an expensive whore. She wore lipstick that was vibrant and yet on Terri it looked understated. She was unfashionably pale skinned in a State that looked askance on anyone without an amazing sun tan.

Nobody understood her or her looks or her attitude to life, and yet, everyone who knew her loved her for her honesty, her love of life, her intelligence, and her understated class. She spoke with the most beautiful intonation and everything she said was worth listening to.

Those who did not know her may have, initially, smiled somewhat patronisingly at her outward appearance which seemed to be out of gear with her surrounding, but they soon learned to love and admire her… or left her immediate surroundings, confused and frequently angry.

They would be angry with her for her charm and beauty, perhaps; angry with themselves because they could not understand, and therefore, could not hijack all or anything that was hers.

Terri made an impact, by simply being in a particular place… entering a room, or even walking to lectures with her lovely head, with its mane of hair, held up proudly, yet not arrogantly. The hair that many admired, but once out of sight, could not tell what colour or even remember the style she wore it in,

And when she walked, those stiletto heels tapped rhythmically, with an almost imperceptible, musical squeak of metal on stone. There are some sounds that we never forget, and for me, the sound of Terri Rolle’s heels on hard ground is one of them.


Luigi's on Saturday morning - Of course!

I was in awe of her, and yet I felt very comfortable in her company. We never seemed to make a date for a meeting, but I would frequently find we were in the same place at the same time, and we seemed to gravitate towards each other.

Perhaps she would be leaving ‘Luigi’s’ Coffee Lounge in Saint George’s Terrace, on a Saturday afternoon, just as I arrived. And she would turn and retrace her steps down the black and white tiled steps and we would sit together over a Cappuccino and crayfish rolls.

Of course it would be a Saturday afternoon at ‘Luigi’s’. That was the time to see and to be seen.

Or she would come upon me in one of those hidden coffee lounges on Mount’s Bay Road. And we would sit together for hours and listen to the owner complain about the rich boys and girls from Nedlands and Dalkeith who sat for hours and hardly spent more than a few shillings.

“Bloody Neddies. Too much money and too tight to spend it”.

Yet the owner would have kept the place open for hours after her usual closing time if Terri were there. Everyone liked Terri, and very often new and unexpected customers would appear; perhaps attracted by the lovely mystery that she emanated. Or perhaps, just by coincidence.

Churchill Avenue, Subiaco

Churchill Avenue, Subiaco.

When I left the flat behind ‘The Daffodil Cake Shop’, I lived briefly in a suburban house in Churchill Avenue, Subiaco.

Jenny and I each had bedrooms in the house, but we didn’t really live together.

Saleema had lived with Jenny for a while before I moved in, but she left very soon afterwards, as she knew that her strict father would have disapproved in no uncertain manner. Saleema’s family were Muslims and the thought of his unmarried daughter living in the same house as an unrelated man horrified him… or would have, if he ever found out. So Saleema left.

I should have realised what a selfish act it had been of mine, but I never really developed the knack of looking forward or thinking deeply enough to envisage that there might be consequences to most or all of my actions.

I should have realised, especially as I knew that the man loathed me, and didn’t like his daughter even talking to me, even in the course of going to the same college.

Saleema’s mother, on the other hand was very nice to me. She was a woman of great beauty; her family being originally from Kashmir, a state in India renowned for its beautiful women and handsome men, along with equally beautiful scenery. I had heard my father say on several occasions that she was the most beautiful woman in Perth. I think I concur.

Saleema, herself, developed into a lovely looking person, with an equally attractive personality. I lovely young girl developed into a stunningly beautiful woman.

I can’t remember ever sharing a meal in that house in Churchill Avenue with Jenny or Saleema, or even cooking in the little poorly equipped kitchen. There was a sink with cold water and a gas oven which we had brought from the ‘Daffodil’, on which we could boil a kettle, or perhaps cook something. But if anyone did anything at all elaborate, I can’t remember it happening.

That gas oven turned out to be a Trojan Horse, but more about that later, perhaps.

There was a feeling of impermanence in that house. There were curtains at the windows, to protect our privacy, yet no carpets on the floors, so the wind came up through the floorboards when it blew, and Perth, West Australia is a windy town. In winter it could be very cold.


Austin Healey 'Sprite'

Terri & Jake, Saleema & Christian

Terri and Saleema were great friends. As well as attending Teachers’ College together, they and we, moved in the same group of acquaintances. Both Terri and Saleema had boyfriends and the four of them spent a fair amount of time together.

Saleema’s boyfriend was a university student named Christian. I didn’t particularly like him, and I think that the feelings were mutual but we were polite to each other for Saleema’s sake.

Terri’s boyfriend, on the other hand was a pleasant guy. Jake was a little older than the rest of us and lived in a country town with his parents, who I believe were quite well off. I think he worked in his father’s business or on their farm, which I believe was their occupation. Jake drove a little white Austin-Healey Sprite; an open sports car, and as most of us had pretty old jalopies or no cars at all, it gave him a certain cachet. He was tall, and his features were so regular and ordinary that one could call him handsome.

What is more, he adored Terri and she was equally as fond of him.


Easter Weekend

It was the Easter Weekend. Jake had come up to Perth from the Country, arriving late on Thursday evening. He and Terri had planned to go down to spend some time at his parents’ home and Saleema and Christian were to go down with them.

Jake would be driving the little white Austin-Healey Sprite, which was definitely a car for only two. Saleema and Christian were to go in Saleema’s car.

They met at Churchill Avenue, and after having waited for Saleema to finish packing a few clothes into her case, they walked, laughing, to the cars parked in the street. I could smell the scent that Saleema used, ‘L'Aimant’ by Coty. Both she and Terri had dabbed a little on their wrists and necks as they completed packing Saleema's travelling case.

As usual, Terri looked so stylish. I can remember her looking like a fair haired Anouk Amee as she elegantly slid into the passenger seat. Her hair covered by a white chiffon scarf to stop it blowing around too much in the open topped Sprite.

Christian was driving Saleema’s car.

Jenny and I stood on the little veranda and waved Goodbye to the foursome as they drove off in the two cars; laughing and waving into the later afternoon sunshine.

The house seemed quiet and bare without their talk and happy preparations for their trip.

Silent and still, with just the scent of ‘L'Aimant' hanging in the air.


Please read the whole story. It comes in three parts. This is part 1.

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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Hi Twilight Lawns, I just found this new page from you. Going in now to have a read. Regards, snakeslane


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

"The only thing that saved (Colin) from total censure was his deplorable lack of personal hygiene." Love that line!


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

This is lovely Twilight Lawns. I am enjoying your elegantly written story and moving on to part 2. Cheers, snakeslane


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Snakeslane, I am so happy that you are reading it... and enjoying it. I have not been notified by HP that there is any movement here, and was just editing the "love me - read my hubs" section at the end, when I saw you had appeared.

Yay!


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

I just got notified that you had written something and came over. This is another of your wonderful stories, isn't it? I am going on to the next section now. Loved this one.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Great to see you, Becky. I am not getting any notifications, so I came and had a look, and just missed you.

I hope you like this one...

I'm following you over to part 2.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

My dear - YOU are a WRITER! I can't wait to move on to the next segment. I know it's a unit, so it will just flow, I know. I have to attend to some errands this afternoon before I treat myself to more of "Part 2: Is card reading just a harmless parlour game? - Easter Weekend" and I can't wait to see what happens to that foursome at Jake's parents' home! I've fallen in love with your characters, the setting - all of it.

I sort of missed the actual 60s. I was in my doughty thirties being a wife and mother with little or no opportunity to partake. So it's fun to read your account and see what I missed - or would have pretended to have understood and enjoyed. hehe. My college days were in the very stuffy conformist early 50s, and I was even an oddball there. I didn't drive. I didn't drink. I didn't smoke. I didn't play cards. I did love music of all kinds and played the piano but I didn't hang out anywhere except in the attic of the Zeta House with my sewing machine and original designs. It's pretty certain that I'd have been a misfit in the actual 60s, as well, though I appreciated such of its music as I had a chance to hear. I wrote free verse just for myself, but it was properly punctuated, usually and had uppercase at the beginning of its staggered lens.

OK - it's brilliantly sunny and not too cold, after several days of chilly rain. This evening, it's going to turn colder and be very chilly and windy tomorrow, when Val & I are set to go back and see the Gaultier exhibit again. Friday I have an appointment with my dear friend and financial advisor here and next week, Michae is coming! wow. And I still need to wrap and mail those Christmas presents. blush.

And I'll be enjoying your fabulous tale. I feel like I've shared some of your life and really been included. That's a mark of a really good writer!


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I don't know if it is laziness orthat I am just lucky in that I can remember scenes and colours and scents, Nellieanna, but I love to write about the Perth of my youth, or even go back further into my life in India.

Tehre was a scent which I recall many times, in my life and in my writing, and that is the scent of the beautiful little flower, the frangipani. It has the most exquisite scent, and just walking along a street, especially at night, in a warm country, I just have to have the briefest breath of it and my mind and almost my body are transported to either India or Perth.

A scent never to be forgotten.


Sunnie Day 4 years ago

Wonderful part one Ian..off to part two...You have such a way with words...Your fashion sense is admirable. I am amazed how you remember so much..You are very lucky.

Hugs,

Sunnie


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Rosemay50 4 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Loving this story and your writing. Brings back memories of college days. Off to part and catch up in part 2 no doubt.


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mckbirdbks 4 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

You sir are going to have to hire stronger carrier pigeons. The messages are arriving slowly and I have to nurse the pigeons back to health prior to returning them to you. You have describes an era so well, I could see the kids on the campus, being very conforming non-conformist.

You have launched a compelling story. Now, I’ll sit and wait for another pigeon to arrive.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

I understand how a scent can transport you to another time and place. We share that ability to intensely recall scents. I can remember the very gentle scent of oleanders from my childhood. I tried to make leis out of them when play-acting like Dorothy Lamour in her island girl roles. I also loved and still love lantanas, a hardy flower with a lovely, but hardy scent. We had some growing near the house at the ranch when I was a kid. Another memorable fragrance is vetiver. It used to permeate some of the shops on Bourbon Street in the New Orleans French Quarter. It's rather masculine and used in men's fragrances. I enjoy its rather mysterious, exotic aroma.

I don't know frangipani as a flower, though it's listed among ingredients of some well-loved fragrances. I would love to run across a pure essence of it, or, better yet - the flowers.

I think we share that vivid remembrance of scenes and colors, too. Thank you for sharing glimpses of yours. What about Wales? Hugs.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Welcome, Sunnie. Would you believe it that I have only just been notified today that you have come to read my scribbles. Read on, and I hope you really like the way it turns out.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you Rosemay. I hope you enjoy the little trip down memory lane, I hope you also enjoy the ending.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Mike, Maude said that the carrier pigeon she sent was English speaking, and he had great difficulty understanding some Colonials (I believe they were Americans) who had given him directions.

By truthfully, as I told Sunnie, I haven't received notification of anybody reading my stuff, except Snakelane. Thank goodness she was there with her kind comments and encouragement, or I would have thought I had fallen off the edge of the world.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Mike I found a bird who said he was a pigeon, but when he tried to fly, he made such a hash of it that I looked at his passport,

As soon as I saw that it was an Australian Passport, I realised that he had been lying.

The Aussie accent should have given the game away, but my mind was on other things.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Nellieanna, I would love to know that you have found frangipani for your garden, but whether it would be able to manage the harsh winters of Texas. It has a scent that once experienced you will never forget. Look it up.

I am so happy that my little so try received such a good reception. I was beginning the give up hope, but there is something wrong with HubPages because I had no notification of any “visitors” apart from Snakeslane, who made some lovely comments and helped keep my metaphorical head above water until the “US Cavalry” came along to save the day.

Regardless, I think you would make a lovely owner of a frangipani bush/tree/plant.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Hello Moniseur Lawns, reading comments here, and have to say, I personally do not get 'notifications' of any published hubs. I have not opted in for that feature. I just 'surf' around Hub Pages until I find something that interests me. I also follow the Books and Literature topic, so anything new published comes up on my home page which I keep a close eye on. I know this is not how most people do it, but I find it easier. I do often miss articles doing it this way, and don't find stories until days and weeks later. Another thing I do if I haven't seen someone for a while is click on their profile page and check out their 'latest' publication. s lane


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Darn typo in Monsieur! After I went to all the trouble to look it up!


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

Love the typo comment. That is funny. lol


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Hi Becky. :)


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

Hi snakes, was cruising around looking for something to read and found your comment. I was rolling.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Happy to entertain you Becky!


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Well, thank you Miss Lane (S). So if you don't have notifications, then I am doubly pleased to see you grazing contentedly on my pages.

I don't know why I don't get notifications, but maybe I should wander around and find some for myself.

Lazy bugger, am I not?


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

No comment...


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

Parlez vous Francais, Madame snakeslane?

And no, I did not have to look it up.


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PegCole17 4 years ago from Dallas, Texas

I followed the trail of bread crumbs to your story. No that's not right. I saw it posted by Mckbirdbks on Facebook. Thanks to both of your for sending me in this direction and for the great read. Looking back in my yearbooks from high school I saw the conformity of those of us who thought we were such individuals, same hair, same clothes, same non-smiles. There were also those like some of your characters who certainly stood out for a variety of reasons. Enjoyable part 1 - on to part 2. Peg


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Un peu Madame Becky, Un peu.


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

I was wondering snakeslane, since your country speaks French in part of it. You probably speak French, like I speak Spanish. What we pick up from being around it.


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A.A. Zavala 4 years ago from Texas

I think I would have liked the 60s, I enjoy the music and history. Heading to the next chapter...


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you PegCole for your visit and reading part one.

And thank you Mike for posting the story on FaceBook. I am sure that few would know anything about my scribbling without your help and that of Sunnie and Augustine.

It's great, PegCole, that you can identify with the student camouflage and I loved your comment on the "same non-smiles".

Ha ha!


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thanks for the visit, A.A.Zavala. It certainly was a more innocent era.

And you could understand every word in the pop songs!

Ha ha!!!


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Lady Wordsmith 4 years ago from Lancaster, UK

Oh, Ian. This is just beautiful. I agree with Nellie, you ARE a writer. You really are. This is just beautiful. You really do understand important things about structure, and about feeding a story to the reader at just the right speed, with the just the right amount of detail at just the right time. I was quite captivated by this story (as I always am with your work), and I always want to read more. It's quite devastating when your stories come to an end - they really do take us away to another place, and often another time. Yours is exactly the kind of writing I enjoy - evocative, sensual, full of sumptuousness, things to look at, hear and smell. I've never been to most of the places you've treated us to descriptions of ('descriptions' is a pathetic word - it really doesn't go far enough), or lived in the eras you've talked about - but I feel as though I have been there. Your writing almost gives me false memories.

So thrilled to read some of your writing again. It's my favourite :)

Linda.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Linda, for want of a better word, I have to say that I have "gone all wobbly".

Your comments were so... uplifting? charming? wonderful?

I don't know, but I feel so humble (not my usual state of being) and not just a little excited.

Dear friend, I can only say, "Thank you".

If you have read some of the other very kind comments, you will discover that this is a telling of a very old set of circumstances and events, and I am glad I have captured the mise en scene and that scents and emotions of the characters and events.

I loved all the comment, but the following sings in my ears:

" Your writing almost gives me false memories."

Thank you again.

I blush with gratitude.


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Docmo 4 years ago from UK

Ian, this is exceptional writing. I started reading this and couldn't stop - I finished all three parts. At first I am captivated by the beautifully observed teacher's college days. Your descriptions of those days, the wry humour, the characters you have sketched for our delectation are all exceptional. If this was the beginning of a novel, I would be hooked until the end on the basis of the first installment alone... but what is pleasantly surprising is the way the story pans out... ( comment continued in part 2)


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Docmo, there are a few people on Hub Pages who are worthy of respect as writers, and you particularly are worthy of the most respect. You write brilliantly and none could fault your work. So, when you comment like this, I find I am virtually bursting with...

What's that stuff?

Yes, humble pride.

Thank you. I am rushing off to read your other comments.


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acaetnna 4 years ago from Guildford

Oh wow I am totally enthralled and captivated with this story. Where have I been to have missed this? I am hotly looking for part 2!


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Acaetnna, my friend, that you for coming to have a read. I'm glad you have liked what you have read so far.

Looking forward to your comments on part two... and part three if you have time!


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Minnetonka Twin 4 years ago from Minnesota

Hi Twilight lawns-I thought this was gonna be a short piece about someone that does parlour tricks and found myself immersed in something much better and deeper. I can't wait to continue my reading of your series. This is captivating and I feel like I'm there living in this time.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Hi, Twin.

I am so glad it's reaching you and that you can feel as if you are there. That makes me very happy. I feel my writing has done what I meant it to do.

I hope you enjoy the next sections.


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tillsontitan 4 years ago from New York

I'm a little bit late on this one but so glad I found it. Your writing is just so good...I feel like I'm in Australia at Teachers' College with you and your friends. It is so interesting to read about how things went for you and as I'm reading I'm trying to compare things to the states.

Everything sounds almost idyllic..except of course for the house you were living in, not good to have wind coming through the floors!

Tomorrow I will read part 2...need to spend some time with the hubby.

Voted this up and interesting and can't wait to read more.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Tillsontitan, thank you for finding me. I was thinking of taking down most of my stuff as I haven't written for HubPages since the end of January, and only come on to look at other people and see that "there still is a life out there".

I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

And thank you so much for your remarks... They made me very happy.


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Jamie Brock 4 years ago from Texas

Is this based on true events or is it strictly fictional? You write this so well that it seems like maybe it could be and that you knew these people before. I really enjoyed reading it either way and will be moving on to the next part the next chance I get. Wonderful hub, voting up and interesting :)


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you for the visit, Jamie.

This is not only based on facts, it is a blow by blow account of a series of incidents and reminiscences, with a little "artistic" waffling.

Only the names, as they say, were changed to protect the innocent.

I hop you enjoy the story as it unfolds.

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