“N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons”, Ch. 60 (PG-13, D): Preparations, May 27, 2014 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #572)
[I will illustrate my story using my dream cast from the 2004 BBC production of “North & South” and other actors for additional characters: Richard Armitage for John Thornton, Daniela Denby-Ashe for Margaret Hale, Lesley Manville for Mrs. Maria Hale, Tim Pigott-Smith for Mr. Richard Hale, Sinead Cusack for Mrs. Hannah Thornton Ogilvy, Jo Joyner for Fiona/Fanny Thornton Ogilvy, Brendan Coyle for Nicholas Higgins, Graham McTavish as Dr. Cameron Ogilvy, Holliday Grainger for Angharad Ogilvy MacIntosh, Simon Woods for Baird Ogilvy, and Emma Ashton as Mrs. Dillard, John Light as Henry Lennox, Tim Faraday as Watson, Gillian Anderson at Carlotta Quint Watson, Jeremy Northam as Dr. Miles Houghton, and Gerard Butler as Lord Jamie Ogilvy, etc] [(1) story logo]
Author’s Mature Content Note: “N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons” is a story with mature themes of love and relationships set within a period drama of the 1850’s. As such there will be heartfelt moments of love and sensuality (S)–as well as other dramatic emotions (D), including some violence (V)–and I will rate those chapters accordingly. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer.
Author’s Recap from the previous chapter: With all of the new baby news revealed–Baird and Fiona’s baby is due in January 1852, and Cameron and Hannah’s baby is due in November 1851–the extended Thornton and Ogilvy family is at a happy place. Only Margaret is not entirely happy with her feeling cumbersome at being seven months pregnant–when she is actually almost nine months pregnant. Well, Margaret does not feel comfortable. All that remains are for phase one of the new Ogilvy-Thornton Scottish Mills weaving looms to be installed, preparing for the season opener of the Angus, Scotland Highland Games to be enjoyed, and thence to travel homeward for John and Margaret Thornton’s baby’s birth. Or something like that.
“N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons”, Ch. 60 (PG-13, D): Preparations
[Author’s Note of Caution: This chapter contains the sadness of a child’s death toward the end of the chapter. However sensitively I hope that I have written this loss in this passage, it may be too difficult for some of you to read–as it was difficult for me to write, my literally crying the whole time as I wrote it. As is my custom, I will recap the events in this chapter at the beginning of the next chapter–should you feel the need to refrain from reading the end of this chapter.]
The weekend of June 14-15, 1851 passes quickly as the extended Ogilvy and Thornton families and friends enjoy picnicking on the Airlie Estate grounds in Angus, Scotland–with John receiving a crash course in archery Sunday afternoon. His several days growth of beard is due to the Highland Games tradition in Angus, Scotland of only men with beards being able to participate. No matter how scratchy Margaret deems her husband’s beard to be for kissing and cuddling, he will not be able to shave if off until next Sunday–after the Highland Games have concluded. Baird Ogilvy must also eschew his razor for the duration–though Fiona quite likes his stubble. And Hannah has long since accustomed herself to kissing and cuddling with her bearded husband Cameron–perhaps because his beard hairs are long and fine, and therefore softer.
And for John’s archery practice this bright and sunny afternoon, the beard stubbled, hair disshelveled, loose weave cotton comfortable archery practice shirt wearing John Thornton [(2) right] is the picture of concentration as John takes his bead on the target thirty feet before him. Baird and Cameron have been steadily increasing the distance of the target away from him that he must hit by ten feet each round as his aim improves. They must put forward three names for Team SCOT (Scottish Clan Ogilvy Team) in the archery competition–so their archery entrants will be Angharad’s husband Alistair MacIntosh (whose recently grown moustache will suffice), Baird Ogilvy, and John Thornton.
John holds his breath, closes his left eye, and he releases the arrow. The arrow whooshes through the air, slightly lifting upward with a small gust of wind and hits the target just proud [(3)] of the top of the bull’s eye on the target.
John: “Blast!” John uncharacteristically exclaims in frustration at missing his mark. Being around his hot tempered Scottish relations has broadened John’s vocabulary and usage when he is around them.
But others are quick to praise John’s nascent skill with a bow and arrow.
Cameron: “Well done, Laddie!”
Baird: “Nice shot!”
Margaret, Fiona, Angharad, Thistle, and Hannah: Unintentionally gushing in unison. “Ooooh!” Then they laugh as they clap for him. “Ha ha ha ha ha!”
John smiles at the ladies, stands his long bow to his side like a staff or sword, and he respectfully bows deeply to the ladies who smile delightedly.
Opposite the archery practice area, Lord Jamie Ogilvy [(4) right]–looking more wild than the Thornton’s have ever seen him before, with his long unruly hair and a fur covering his upper torso–is also exercising in preparation for the Angus Highland Games opener next weekend. The six feet six inches tall Laird Jamie–as Team SCOT Angus Highland Games Team Leader–will participate in the more athletic games requiring brute force and strength, like caber tossing [(5)], tug of war, and such.
So for now, Jamie lifts weights from the sidelines rather uniquely by carrying a custom made wooden yoke on his shoulders with two swing seats dangling from either end–upon which sit his forty pound five year old daughter Blythe on one seat and her nearly forty pound friend Lissa Dillard on the other seat. First Jamie executes a dozen or so deep knee bends as the girls giggle when they go up and down.
Blythe and Lissa: “Ha ha ha ha ha!”
Then Jamie stands and lifts the yoke up and down high above his head a dozen times to more girlish giggles.
Blythe: “Papa! Ha ha ha ha ha!”
Lissa: “We’re tallerrr than anyone, Blythe! Ha ha ha ha ha!”
Jamie: Then setting the yoke securely back upon his shoulders, he asks his daughter Blythe and her friend Lissa [(6a&b) right]. “Arrre me little gerrrils rrready for the Ogilvy Scottish Twirrrl?” He made up this exercise variation years ago to delight his children.
Blythe: Clapping her hands together with glee, Blythe gushes delightedldy. “Ooh! Yes, Papa!”
Lissa: “Blythe? What is an Ogilvy Scottish Twirrrl?” Lissa asks her friend quizzically with a slight lilt to her voice.
Blythe: “Papa spins us arrround!” Blythe replies excitedly while twirling her hand around in a several circles.
Thistle: Watching from the sidelines, Blythe’s mother Thistle in tones. “Not too fast, Jamie. We do na want the gerrrils to fall off.”
Lissa: “Fall off?” Lissa asks fearfully.
Jamie: Jamie soothes his wife and the girls in his deep but gentle voice. “I will starrrt spinning slowly, then pick up speed. Gerrrils? Arrre you sitting comfortably?” He looks at both girls and they nod–with Lissa nodding quite uncertainly.
Blythe: “Tis fun, Lissa! Papa spins us like a top!”
Lissa’s eyes widen–she has seen how fast tops go. But she is determined not to show fear. If Blythe can do it, she can do it.
Lissa: “Alrrright.” Lissa agrees hesitantly.
Jamie: “Then hold on tight to the rrropes as I spin ye arrround.” They nod again.
Jamie starts to spin slowly at first and the girls giggle. Then as his pace increases and he counters the momentum of his large frame twirling about with his massive legs sturdily maintaining his balance, the girls seats lift up sideways and their bodies and swing seats become parallel to the ground with squeals all around.
Blythe: “Eeeee! I’m flying!”
Lissa: “Eeeeeeeee!” Lissa is too astonished and fearful to say anything more as she grips tightly to the rope as she twirls around.
The other men in the family stop their archery practice and intently watch Jamie spinning the girls–and the men walk to their wives’ sides. Fiona is delighted, wishing that she could have a ride. Angharad and Thistle have seen it all before and smile bemusedly. Hannah looks uncertain. Margaret looks on warily, then she whispers to her husband.
Margaret: “You don’t want to do that with our children, do you John?” Her words will be prophetic.
John: “Not in my plans, Margaret.” John avers resolutely in a hushed voice to his very pregnant wife.
Then John smiles, for his wife Margaret mentioning them having more than one child. He longs to love and nurture many children with her–boys and girls. But first things first, their first child will come later in the Summer. For John is also under the mistaken notion that Margaret is only in her seventh month. Cameron as the medical doctor in the family is the only one who has his suspicions to the contrary regarding Margaret’s pregnancy progress–and he is watching her like a hawk [(7)].
As Jamie takes a few more spins and then slows his pace, the girls gradually come to rest in an upright position again. He sets them on the ground and they stand up out of the swing seats.
Blythe: “Thank ye, Papa! It was fun!” Blythe gleefully hugs her father’s legs in appreciation and he pats her back.
Jamie: “I am glad ye enjoyed it, Blythe! And what about you, Lissa?”
However, Lissa is a bit wobbly standing on her feet after experiencing her first Ogilvy Scottish Twirl.
Lissa: “Thank ye, Papa Jamie.” Jamie nods at her with a smile. Then Lissa turns to her friend and says with all seriousness. “Blythe, that t’werrre fun! But I think I need a walking stick of me own now–orrr I will fall overrr.” Then a smiling and happy Lissa plops herself down on the grass until she no longer feels dizzy.
The adults howl with cheerful laughter–as much for Lissa’s happy astonishment, as for her delightfully beginning to speak in the Scottish accent of her new home, Scotland.
And thus, their lovely Sunday afternoon comes to an end.
John supervising the installation of the new loom weaving machinery at the new Ogilvy-Thornton Scottish Mills, keeps him absent from Margaret’s side for the first several week days they are in Scotland. Monday June 16th is spent with checking the shipment of the twenty five new weaving looms machinery.They also insure that the two middle sized weaving rooms have the infrastructure ready to receive and connect the looms to the new steam engine. There will be twelve looms in each room–with the twenty fifth loom in a third weaving room serving as a training loom until more looms are purchased for that room and a fourth wool weaving looms room as well. They already have wool carding and dyeing, and thread spinning rooms in operation.
The Ogilvy-Thornton Scottish Mills will be a much smaller operation to begin with than Thornton’s Marlborough Mills in Milton, which has over four hundred cotton weaving looms in two buildings. Tuesday, June 17th and Wednesday, June 18th involve installing the looms, with Thursday June 19th involving new mill worker training lead by John Thornton, Williams the Overseer, and Dillard the Under Overseer and Weaver Foreman.
John has returned to Airlie Castle bone tired each night. He bathes and dresses formally for dinner with their family, but he barely stays awake through the meal before begging off and heading to bed with Margaret. However John notices how uncomfortable Margaret is in their bed–with her tossing and turning in her sleep at night–and John speaks to his Stepfather and physician Cameron after dinner Thursday night June 19th, before rejoining the ladies in Airlie Castle’s smaller drawing room.
John: “Cameron, may I have a word with you about Margaret?” John asks in a hushed deep voice brimming with concern.
Cameron: “Of courrrse, John. What is on yourrr mind?” Cameron smiles knowingly [(8) right] at the besotted father to be, John Thornton.
John: “It is just that Margaret does not sleep well, she can’t seem to find a comfortable position to sleep in. And, well, …” He stops, wondering if he is being disloyal to Margaret to pose his second question.”
Cameron: “Aye, that is norrrmal. We can add some fluffy padding on the top of your mattrrress to help with Marrrgaret’s comforrrt in sleeping. What is your second question?” Cameron’s eyes narrow, wondering if John has guessed about the exigent [(9)] circumstances of his wife’s pregnant condition.
John: “It is just that, well … she is huge!” John’s eyes fix [(10) right] upon Cameron in worry. “I know that Margaret is only seven months pregnant. But Margaret would have our baby tomorrow if she could.” John says as an aside. “But will Margaret be able to deliver our baby if she grows much larger?”
Cameron: “Aye! That is a concern. John, Ye were marrrried Nov. 2nd?” Cameron asks, though he knows the date.
John: “Yes.” John nods sheepishly, for he is feign to reveal that he and Margaret made love the week before their wedding–the night of the Mill fire–to protect her honor.
Cameron: “John, I have examined Margaret and I believe that she is almost nine months pregnant–from the date of your marriage. That is why she looks so large. Marrrgarrret is literally ready to deliver, tomorrow.”
John: John’s eyes bulge in concern for Margaret’s health. “Are you certain?”
Cameron: “Well?” Cameron finds there is nothing to buffer the sobering information that he must related to John. “Yes! And I think that eitherrr she will have a larrrge baby that might rrrequirrre a cesarrrean operrration to deliverrr it–or …”
John: “Or?” John asks nervously.
Cameron: “Or, she is carrrying twins and she will deliverrr norrrmally.”
John: John covers his mouth in shock. “Cameron. Is an operation safe for Margaret? Will she be in any pain?” He asks worriedly.
Cameron: “I will na lie to you, John. More women die in childbirth if they have to have a cesarean operation–and the operation is excruciatingly painful. I have performed several cesarean operations durrring me prrractice.” Then Cameron becomes very quiet. “Fourrr out of the eight motherrrs lived.” He says hopefully, since most cesarean operation death rates were higher–at 85%–childbirth in 1851 England was still very dangerous [(11)]. “I did everrrything I could to save the motherrrs who died. But they bled too much.” “Thrrree of the four babies also died–because we waited too long to operrrate.” Cameron shakes his head sorrowfully.
John: John is ashen faced. “Cameron? What are you telling me?”
Cameron: “Ye must prrreparrre yourrrself for the worrrst.”
John: “How can I?” John asks incredulously. “I can’t lose Margaret! We can’t lose our baby!” John despairs, tears pricking his eyes.
Cameron: “I know, Laddie. I know.” Cameron clamps his large hand on John’s shoulder to comfort him. For Cameron has his own concerns about his wife Hannah’s pregnancy with her being fifty years old. Then Cameron continues with a question that no husband wants to have to answer. “John, If it comes to it, and I can only save one of them, should I save Marrrgarrret or the baby?”
John recoils from Cameron in horror at the decision before him.
John: “I can not make that decision. I want both of them to live. And I know if we were to ask Margaret, she would nobly say to save the baby. But I can’t condemn her to die for a baby who will grow up without its loving mother. Nor can I face Margaret if my choice to save her, kills our baby.”
Cameron: “John.” Cameron looks at him pointedly. “There might be no otherrr way–to save at least one of them. You have to be rrready to make that decision.”
John: “No!” John spits out forcefully–pushing Cameron away from him. John strides out of the room and out of the castle, and into the night air–gasping and trying to breathe when all of the air seems to have been taken away from him with this awful choice.
Unaware of the drama unfolding at the far side of the dining room, the other husbands are discussing the Angus Highland Games season opener that will begin tomorrow on Friday–with Airlie Castle Estate being the host of these games. Yet when John stalks noisily out of the room with fear and anger in his eyes, they instantly turn to look at John’s retreating form in shock. And then they look at the somber faced Dr. Cameron Ogilvy, Laird Airlie.
Baird: “Papa? What is wrrrong with John?” Baird asks hesitantly.
Cameron: “Hhhhhh! As their family physician, I am not at liberty to say.” Cameron intones flatly as he looks at his kin. Then his gaze settles upon Laird Jamie Ogilvy. “Jamie, I think that John would apprrreciate talking with you.”
Jamie: “Verrry well.” Jamie stands up looking at his cousin Cameron quizzically–not understanding what he could say to John that might help him. “As ye wish.” Jamie says sanguinely. Tonight, Jamie is the picture of refined elegance, with his hair neatly trimmed by his wife Thistle and Jamie wearing formal attire–a far cry from the wild man image he projected earlier in the day.
Cameron: “Ye have experrrienced what trrroubles John.” Cameron stares pointedly at Jamie, as if to convey his thoughts.
And though Jamie’s childhood injury makes his brain slower to comprehend, Jamie trusts Cameron’s judgement and he follows after John. Walking into the hallway, Jamie asks a footman if he saw where Mr. Thornton went, and he is directed outside to the side garden.
It is a bright moonlit night, cool but not brisk. Jamie finds John standing staring into the reflecting pool–the small fish darting to and fro, but John’s eyes do not see them. The tall and imposing, yet gentle, Jamie walks up to John and stands beside him. The two men do not speak for several minutes. For these two somewhat shy men, the silence between them is not a burden.
Jamie: “Arrre ye alrrright, John?” Jamie asks tentatively.
John: “Hhhh! I have wasted so much time this week getting the new mill ready! I should have spent that time with Margaret!” John nearly shouts in frustration and worry.
Jamie: Calmly, Jamie replies. “Aye. Ourrr ladies do miss us when we arrre away frrrom them.” Sensing something more, he ponders. “Yet, … you choose to be away frrrom herrr now?”
John: John turns to face the towering Jamie and forcefully refutes Jamie’s assertion. “No! I do not choose to be away from her–now, when she needs me most. I can not choose …” John’s voice chokes off and he can say no more. Tears are streaming down John’s face as he clutches his hands together in front of him so tightly–in an attitude of desperate prayer–that his knuckles are pale from his blood being pushed out of them.
Jamie: “Now?” Jamie asks thoughtfully–more to himself, than to John. John does not respond. Jamie thinks for several minutes. “Camerrron told me that ye are trrroubled, and that I had been thrrrough the same thing. He thought that I might be able to help ye.” Jamie is still uncertain what Cameron had been alluding to.
John: John jerks his head up to look at Jamie again. “Oh? Have you faced the possible death of your wife in childbirth? Having to decide whether she or your baby lives?” John accuses furiously, his face red and his eyes puffy from crying. John wonders how can anyone else understand what he is going through.
Jamie: Jamie’s breathing stills as his face saddens [(12) right]. “Aye. I have.” Jamie replies in a hushed whisper as tears come to his eyes.
John’s feels instant remorse for lashing out at Jamie.
John: “I … I’m so sorry, Jamie. I didn’t know.” Then John continues in confusion. “But you have both your wife and your children.”
Jamie: “Almost ….There are fourrr yearrrs separrrating Hamish and Blythe. A yearrr afterrr Hamish was borrrn, Thistle found that she was with child again. We werrre so happy. We had ourrr son, now we wanted a daughterrr. But towarrrd the end of Thistle’s confinement beforrre the birrrth, she felt differrrent from beforrre–more uncomforrrtable, and she had gained morrre weight.”
John: “No!” John looks at Jamie with partially closed, fearful eyes–thinking like Margaret is now.
Jamie: Jamie nods his head slowly. “When it was Thistle’s time, herrr water brrroke as beforrre.” John looks at Jamie questioningly. Jamie explains. “The fluid sack the baby floats in burrrst and it rrran down herrr legs from herrr womb.” John nods in understanding. “But though herrr labor was long and harrrd, the baby did not come–it was too big to come out. Finally, Cameron said that he must operrrate, orrr both Thistle and the baby would die. Thistle had passed out by then and I agrrreed to the operation–hoping that she would rrremain in a faint and be spared the pain. Cameron cut very quickly, to lessen the pain for Thistle–but she awoke with the innerrr cut and crrried out in pain.” Jamie sobs and it takes several moments for him to collect himself enough to continue. “Sadly, our perrrfectly forrrmed baby daughterrr was born dead, she … she had died sometime earlierrr in Thistle’s womb durrring laborrr. Camerrron cleaned up the baby and handed herrr to me in a blanket while he tended to Thistle. The baby was so pale … yet warrrm, frrrom being inside Thistle. But me daughterrr was not alive, I could tell. There was no sparrrk of life within herrr. She was alrrready an angel in heaven. In Matthew, it says, “But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven”[(13)]. And I quickly baptized herrr so God would welcome herrr with open arrrms.” Jamie pauses again to collect himself, before he continues in a whisper. “I walked arrround the rrroom talking to my lost baby gerrril. Telling herrr that we loved herrr and that we would always rememberrr herrr, even though she was na with us forrr long, only the nine months that Thistle carrrried herrr. As Camerrron worked to save Thistle, she lost so much blood.” Jamie shakes his head with his hand over his heart in reliving his grief. “I almost lost herrr, too. It took a long time for Thistle to rrrecoverrr–months and months forrr herrr to get herrr strrrength back. And our sadness was so grrreat with Mairi’s loss–that was what we named ourrr baby gerrril, Mairi–that we had no joy in our lives for months and longerrr. Yet, we had to learrrn to live again, if only for Hamish. So slowly overrr the next year as Hamish grrrew into a boisterrrous three year old toddler, we rrrealized the blessing that he was–and we vowed to give him a happy life. And in giving Hamish a happy life, Thistle and I found a measurrre of peace and happiness again. So Thistle and I began to love each other again as husband and wife. And then … we had Blythe.” Jamie smiles. Then Jamie shakes his head and says loudly. “Oh! We were in terrrrorrr until Blythe was borrrn–healthy and scrrrreaming herrr lungs out! Ha ha ha ha ha!” Jamie chuckles while wiping away his tears. “Blythe had ten fingerrrs and ten toes–just with one leg a wee bit shorterrr than the otherrr. But Blythe was alive and Thistle was alive–no grrreaterrr prrrecious gift than that I could everrr wish forrrr. Blythe brrrought joy fully back into ourrr lives–and Blythe’s name means joyous” [(14)]. Jamie smiles. John nods at Jamie encouragingly. “John, I cherrrish me family every day. And our little Mairi is always with us in ourrr hearrrts. Mairi’s grrrave on ourrr estate is surrrounded by bushes of beautiful white rrroses in rrremembrrrance [(15)], and there is a bench nearrrby wherrre we can sit and talk to herrr in prrrayerrr. The only reason we have na mentioned Mairi beforrre is because herrr death will always be harrrd for us to bearrr–as you can tell frrrom me crrrying eyes.” Jamie is not embarrassed to cry about the loss of their middle child, their daughter Mairi–it is just that her passing is a private pain.
John has been riveted to what Jamie was telling him. And in hearing Jamie’s and Thistle’s story about Thistle’s harrowing delivery of their deceased daughter, Mairi–and later their joy with little Blythe’s birth–a peaceful calm has settled over John. He now knows what he must do.
John: John caringly lays his palm onto Jamie’s shoulder. “I am sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing your story with me, Jamie. It has helped me greatly with my worries for Margaret and for our baby yet to be born.” John says with tears still in his eyes.
Jamie: “I’m glad.” Jamie smiles through his tears.
The two men, both husbands of wives they adore, shake hands. Then they embrace each other in bear hugs, as men do–clapping their hands on their backs and squeezing tight.
John decides not to tell Margaret of Jamie’s and Thistle’s sorrow. Now is not the time to give Margaret any additional worry or stress. John will shoulder this burden silently. Later this night as John and Margaret fall asleep cuddling in their guest bed chamber suite in Airlie Castle, John whispers lovingly into her ear.
John: “I love you more than words can say, Margaret My Love.” John gazes into his beloved wife Margaret’s eyes with heartfelt love and devotion.
Margaret: Caressing his cheek, she responds to him with loving and adoring eyes. “And I love you more than words can say, John Dearest.”
Then John and Margaret kiss each other tenderly [(16) right]. This night–as they do every night–John and Margaret fall asleep,with John’s hand resting gently to the side of Margaret’s pregnant belly, where their baby, or babies, sleeps and grows. No one knows what may come tomorrow. But tonight, John and Margaret are filled with joy–with their love and with their coming baby made from their love. And they will not waste their joy by worrying about what could or could not happen.
To be continued with Chapter 61
“N&S: JT Love Lessons”, Ch. 60 References, May 27, 2014 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #572)
1) “N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons” story logo: Richard Armitageas John Thornton and Daniela Denby-Ashe in the 2004 BBC period drama North & South, was found at richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/nands/album/episode3/ns3-110.jpg ; For more information about this wonderful 2004 BBC miniseries adaptation of Elizabeth’s Gaskell’s story North & South, visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_&_South_%28TV_serial%29
2) John Thornton having archery practice for the highland games is Richard Armitage at “Hood Academy” for his 2006-2009 tv show Robin Hood where he portrayed Sir Guy of Gisborne richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/RobinHood/album/HoodAcademy/HA16.jpg
3) Saying that the arrow hit “proud” of the bulls’ eye is a colloquial idiom referring to the arrow being situated beyond the border of the bull’s eye; see definition #6 at http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/proud
4) Jamie Ogilvy image is Gerard Butler as Beowulf in 2005’s Beowulf & Grendel found at http://www.imdb.com/media/rm856594432/tt0402057?ref_=ttmi_mi_all_sf_22 ; the direct image link is http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTk1NjY3NTQzNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwODA4OTg2._V1_SX640_SY720_.jpg
5) Caber tossing involves flinging a long wooden pole as far as you can as a test of strength and agility; for more information, visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caber_toss
6) Blythe Ogilvy and Lissa Dillard images are a composite of: a) Blythe image is Portrait of a Young Girl by Paul Emile Chabas found at http://www.oceansbridge.com/oil-paintings/product/89623/portraitofayounggirl ; b) Image representing Lissa Dillard is an MS Office Clip Art stock child photo, Jan0514 Gratiana Lovelace
7) Watching someone like a hawk” is an idiom meaning to “watch someone or something very carefully”, http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/watch+like+a+hawk
8) Image representing Dr. Cameron Ogilvy is that of Graham McTavish attending the 2012 London premiere of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey found at http://i2.cdnds.net/12/50/618×829/movies-the-hobbit-uk-premiere-10.jpg
9) Exigent circumstances” are those in which attention must be paid and quick action will be needed. For more, visit http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/exigent
10) John image is Richard Armitage in BBC’s 2004 drama North & South, epi2 found at richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/nands/album/episode2/ns2-116.jpg
11) Information about the history of caesarean section operations—including an 85% mortality rate in 1865—was found at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caesarean_section
12) The image representing Laird Jamie Ogilvy is that of Scottish actor Gerard Butler found at http://www.contactmusic.com/pics/me/cfda_inside_cocktails_070611/gerard-butler_3381067.jpg
13) Matthew 19, verse 14 (King James Version): “But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” http://biblehub.com/kjv/matthew/19-14.htm
14) The name “Blythe” is Middle English and of German derivation—”meaning joyous” ; for more information, visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blythe
15) A white rose can signify “remembrance”; for more information about the meaning of roses, visit http://www.proflowers.com/blog/rose-colors-and-meanings